Е. онегин, гл. 1, xviii - пер. а. с. пушкина

The magic land! There in the old times
The master brave of the satire,
Fonvizin was a brilliant light,
The friend of freedom, was Knyazhnin,the other;
There Ozerov was sharing the tears,
Applauses of all excited people
With young Semyonova, by chance;
And our Katenin had revived
The Kornelius's eternal genius;
And Shakhovskoy had carried out
A plenty of his comedies, so sharp;
Didlo had gained the popularity.
And there, under veil of the stage,
Were going my best young days.