I erect to myself an unartificial monument,
On the path leading there no grass will grow,
He holds up the The unyielding head,
stands on the great pillar of Alexandria.
No, I will not completely perish - my soul will survive longer than the bones in the poems of cherished love
As long as it is under the moonlight There is still a poet in the world,
My reputation will not be forgotten.
My fame will spread throughout the great Russia,
Every nation in its existence will sing my name,
Whether it is Mrs. Arrogant descendants, Finns,
the uncivilized Tungus people, and friends of the steppe
The Kalmyks.
I will be loved by the people from generation to generation,
Because I have used poetry to awaken people’s kindest hearts,
In this harsh era, I sing Lived in freedom,
Prayed for sympathy for those who fell.
O Muse, obey the will of God,
Neither fear the bullying of men, nor seek to be crowned,
Be indifferent to praise and insults ,
No more arguing with foolish people.
Monument-Pushkin