Not long did youth’s vain hopes delude us, Its dreams of love and prideful fame. They briefly, fleetingly pursued us, Then passed like mist and no more came. But still we chafe, our hearts afire, Under the yoke of tyranny, And, heedful of our country’s plea, Her true deliverance desire. We freedom wait with all the fever, The hidden ache and eagerness That ‘fore the hour of promised bliss Consume the young and ardent lover. While freedom’s flame within us lives, While we by honour’s voice are guided, To Russia, comrade, let us give Our spirits whole and undivided. Dear friend, have faith: the wakeful skies Presage a dawn of wonder-Russia Shall from her age-old sleep arise, And despotism impatient crushing, Upon its ruins our names incise!

 I’ve found this video today. And I decided to make some video by myself – as I have a good camera. But unfortunately I can’t find the flex to upload everything from the camera to my computer.

Anyway I feel so good because of the rain! The weather is so cool now, and I don’t want to sit here at home.