So the amazing poem written sixteen-year-old young men Lermontovym in 1830 begins. It is entitled precisely: "Prediction".
... Also begins глад to torment this poor edge(territory);
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And the glow will paint waves of the rivers:
That day the powerful person will be,
And you will learn(find out,recognize) it(him) - and will understand,
What for in his(its) hand булатный a knife.
And mountain for you! Your crying, your groan
To it(him) then will seem it is ridiculous,
And all will be awful, gloomy in it(him),
As a black raincoat with клонящимся a feather.