Прощай, немытая Россия,
Страна рабов, страна господ,
И вы, мундиры голубые,
И ты, им преданный народ.
 

Быть может, за стеной Кавказа
Сокроюсь от твоих пашей,
От их всевидящего глаза,
От их всеслышащих ушей.                                

Михаил Лермонтов, 1841

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Forever you, the unwashed Russia!
The land of slaves, the land of lords:
And you, the blue-uniformed ushers,
And people who worship them as gods.

I hope, from your tyrannic hounds
To save me with Caucasian wall:
From their eye that sees through ground,
From their ears that hear all.

Yevgeny Bonver

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Farewell! - unwashed, indigent Russia,
The land of slaves, the state of lords,
And you, its navy-coated marshals,
And you, their dedicated herds.

Perhaps, behind Caucasian ridges
I will be safe from your emirs,
From their all-overseeing preachers,
From their all-overhearing ears.

Alexander Givental

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Now fare you well, the `unwashed Russia,   
The land of slaves, the land of royals,  
Where the blue coats always rush on  
The subjects, permanently loyal. 

Behind the ridge of Caucasus, I 
Will hide, and there, perhaps, be clear   
From your police all-seeing eye,   
From your satraps all-hearing ear.                     

VG, 29 декабря 2012