Afflicted with Madness

Now everything is clear to me...
How do you like the habits of the nobility?
Their speech and manners are unusual...
I myself have adopted these habits, it seems...
But okay - Chatsky is close.
Called a madman, he fled from here,
Demanded a coach, but in vain...

We need to find the poor fellow.
I sense that there's trouble... He's in danger...

The grass is always greener on the other side.
Once I am to drain a cup of woe, let it be so...
But the haze is gone... What was that?
Something is rotten in our state...
If such monsters are wandering about freely...