“Send me, Almighty, I petition,In porticoes or at a ballNo bonneted academician,No seminarist in a yellow shawl!No more than in red lips unsmilingCan I find anything beguilingIn grammar-perfect Russian speech.What purist magazines beseech,A novel breed of belles may heed it,And bend us (for my life of sin)To strict grammatic discipline,Prescribing meter, too, where needed;But I - what is all this to me?I like things as they used to be”