THE TITULYÁRNYI SOVÉTNIK.[14]
He——was a Ninth-class Councillor,
And she——a General’s daughter.
He timidly declared his love;
She spurned him when he sought her.
Then went that Ninth-class Councillor,
And drowned his grief in drinking;
And through the vinous fumes all night
That General’s girl came blinking—blinking.