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              Aleksander Puszkin - portret.jpg                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   W rozkosznym chłodzie, gdzie fontanna                                                                                                                   Roztacza kropel tęczę pstrą,                                                                                                                                                   Poeta nieraz bawił hana                                                                                                                                                                     Perłami dźwięcznie brzmiących strof.                                                                                                                                      Na uczcie lekkiej wesołości                                                                                                                             On nizał chytrą parą rąk                                                                                                                                                                    Różaniec  złotych słów mądrości                                                                                                                                  I naszyjnika pochlebstw krąg.                                                                                                                                    Saadi  słusznie miał wśród ludzi                                                                                                                    I mir i poklask: bajarz ów                                                                                                                                                   W Bakczyseraju podziw budził                                                                                                                    Misternym kunsztem  swoich słów.                                                                                                                                                                                  I jak dywany erymańskie,                                                                                                                                                     Opowiadania barwne słał,                                                                                                                                               Girejów świetne uczty chińskie                                                                                                                 Ozdabiał nimi jeśli chciał.                                                                                                  Lecz żaden słów czarodziej miły,                                                                                                            Rozrzutnik darów – głosi wieść -                                                                                                                                                                      W swych wierszach nie miał takiej siły,                                                                                                 Ni bajek tak nie umiał pleść,                                                                                                                                            Jak ten przezorny a skrzydlaty                                                                                                                                                        Poeta kraju, gdzie jak lew                                                                                                                       Mąż każdy groźny i kosmaty,                                                                                                                              Hurysom równa każda z dziew.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

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