Trio Gintrowski Kaczmarski Łapiński - Rejtan, czyli raport ambasadora

"Your highness" , at the outset I hasten to report:
Act signed and our way is,
According to the system breach in Lithuania and the Crown
Has become today a fact, why do not deny anyone.

I must mention, however, of the scandalous scene
Whose memory fills me with sorrow and disgust,
Especially that it took place in the Polish diet,
When signing the pacts would end up.

A certain Rejtan, moreover, a deputy from Novgorod,
What somehow his step explains to me,
With the madness in his eyes he stretched across the threshold
I did not want to let go of deputies in the open door.

Shirt with a breast ripped off, just like in the theater,
Poles - sensitive people - they gave fooled themselves:
Some of the cry that they can not look at it,
Others have won the compassionate tears.

So much noise is hard to imagine!
Upraised hands, with mop heads broken-away,
Primate sitting sideways, I saw the face,
Evidemment, he was not all in the taste.

Poniński called the police - this is what little rascal,
For further cases I recommend it with a pure heart,
Branicki face with all hands covered his entire,
Szczęsny Potocki was quite comme il faut.

And only one old gentleman left the room,
He rolled his chair and scattered coins pile
And what strange, as I then used to say,
It also Potockij! (But quite autre chose).

By the way, one of the two ladies I assigned
With distaste he turned to crying - Eek!
Let Excellency looks at how hairy!
Which was, indeed, perfectly true, entre nous.

Everyone shouted, I understood not a word.
The authority of the government there is not an ounce,
And still no guarantee the court fund
It might mean for us too high a cost.

Right next to the lodge, where I took a place among the ladies,
Madman some (not rich, judging from the robes)
Tricolor ribbon in his cap and saber raised fists -
The impact of Western thought unmistakable footprint!

Yes, by the way - portrait Your Majesty
Hanging there, where to hang recommended it,
But the behavior of those present can make
That is not pleased at all due reverence.

The king, sorry to say, it did not know how to behave,
Though still loyal, I can say this:
All he could - it's hands in his pockets to hide,
When the monks Kołłątaj was tempting him.

In the confusion they fell writing and arrangements.
"Traitors!" they shouted, but to whom, it is difficult to say.
Policies yet do not know the word "treason"
A political mores have to guard.

A nation divided against itself, the king uncertain, nobility wild
Sympathies changes with your mood once again.
The game with them is not no politician,
It's the upbringing of children, taking the thing en masse.

Therefore, I advise: it cool down in amazement
This way further to go, no danger like this;
Win what we can win! The thing is not without significance,
Before the European qui pro quo!