Рѣка временъ въ своемъ стремленьи Уноситъ всѣ дѣла людей И топитъ въ пропасти забвенья Народы, царства и царей. А если что и остается Чрезъ звуки лир… - Gavrila Derzhavin

Who will ride fiery, ahead of the legions,
Nag for a steed, and crusts for meal,
Temper his sword in the heat and in ice storms,
Sleep on straw pallets, labor 'til dawn,
Bring down the armies, the walls and the forts
With but a handful of stout Russian men?

The current of Time's river
Will carry off all human deeds
And sink into oblivion
All peoples, kingdoms and their kings. And if there's something that remains
Through sounds of horn and lyre,
It too will disappear into the maw of time
And not avoid the common pyre... [lines broken]

Thou art! directing, guiding all, Thou art!
Direct my understanding then to Thee;
Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart:
Though but an atom midst immensity.