text:  I have served my sovereign with truth and fidelity my country and this region with disinterestedness; I have renounced a voluntary exile all the conveniences of life all the charms of society; have condemned my intellect to torpidity being deprived of books; have buried my heart in solitude; have abandoned my beloved; and what is my reward? When will that moment arrive when I throw myself into the arms of my bride; when I wearied with service shall repose myself under my native cottage-roof on the green shore of the Dnieper; when a peaceful villager and a tender father surrounded by my relations and my good peasants I shall fear only the hail of heaven for my harvests; fight only with wild-beasts? My heart yearns for that hour