Nekrasov N. A
Nekrasov Mykola
Russian women
Mykola Oleksiyovich Nekrasov
Russian women
PRINCESS TROUBETSKA
PART OF PERSH
Calm, mіtsniy and easy Wonderfully blessed vіzok;
The count-father himself has tried more than once, not twice Yogo.
Six horses were harnessed to him, Likhtar was set on fire in the middle.
The Count himself straightened the pillows, Vedmezha empty at the feet
Say a prayer, an icon Hanging at the right little tuft
I - crying ... Princess-daughter ... Kudis їde tsієї night ...
So, tear my heart navpіl
One to one, ale, dear, Tell me, why should we work?
Chi help tight!
One who could help us instantly
Now... Probach, probach! Bless my dear daughter
Let the world go!
God knows what we'll do again,
Too bad! no hope. Probach and know: your kohannya,
The rest of your covenant I remember deeply
In a distant boat... I don't cry, but it's not easy
Separate me from you!
Oh, God bless! ... Ale borg іnshiy,
I more and more important, I call me ... Probach, dear!
March no tears! My distant way, my important way,
Terrible is my share, Ale, I put on my breasts...
Write - I'm your daughter!
Vibach and ty, my native land,
Vibach, unfortunate land! І ti ... about the fatal place,
Nest of kings... farewell! Who is bachiv London and Paris,
Venice and Rome
Ale bov ti me cohan
Happy my youth
Passed in your walls, I loved your bali,
Catania from gіr cool, I loved the splashing of your Nevi
In the evening silence, I lie in front of her
With a hero on a horse...
Don't forget me... Let's go, let's go
Tell our bula ... And you be curses, gloomy booths,
De percho quadrille I danced ... That hand
Let me burn my hand... Rejoice. . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .?
Calm, mіtsny and easy, Rolling like a cart.
All in black, deadly pale, The princess is alone in the new,
And the secretary of the father (in crosses, Shchob induces expensive fear)
With servants galloping in front ... Whistle with a whip, shouting: "Fall!"
The driver of the capital proishov ... Distant princess way lying,
Bula Suvora winter ... At the skin station itself
Go out more expensive: "Shvidsche Harness your horses!"
I hoarse with the generous hand of the Chervonets servants of Yamskoy.
Ale important way! On the twentieth day Ledve arrived to Tyumen,
Have we been galloping for ten days?
Having told the princess to keep secrets. Why don't you ride like this, sir!...?
Forward! The soul is tight,
The road is all important, Ale mrії peaceful and easy
I dreamed of youth. Wealth, bliss! high booth
On the birch of the Nevi, Upholstered, go down with a kilim,
In front of the levi's house
Fires all burn. Oh joy! nі childish ball,
Chu! make up music! Їy lines of red wove
At two Russian braids, Kviti, brought
Unstained beauty. Priyshov tato - sid, rum'yan,
To the guests її cry: “Well, Katya! amazing sundress!
Vіn usіh z rozumu zveda!? Їy love, love without cordons.
Circling in front of her Kvіtnik z darling childish osіb,
Heads and Kucheriv. Shaky children, like a life,
Smartly old: Plumages, stitches and crosses,
Ringing heels... Dancing, stroking a child,
Without thinking about anything, the childishness is zhvavo hot
Sweep...
Їy dream: in front of her Stand a young red,
Vіn schos whisper їy... Let's sweat again Bali, Bali...
Vaughn - mister їhnya, They have dignitaries, send,
Everything is fashionably light with them ...
Oh honey! why are you so gloomy?
What is on your heart? - Child! Less tedious worldly noise
I axis went out
With his pattern. In front of her is a wonderful country,
In front of her is the eternal Rome... Ah! chim bi life guess us
Do not have quiet days, Koli, rushing like
From my fatherland, I tedious pіvnіch passing,
Let's rush to pivden. Before us, consume, above us maє ration
In no one ... Himself-friend Forget about it, who is dear to us,
We live like we want; Today we marvel at the ancient temple,
And tomorrow we see the Palace, the ruins, the museum.
How fun to share your thoughts
With kohanoy istoto!
Under the charm of beauty,
In the power of strict thoughts, You walk around the Vatican,
Humiliation and frown; Vidzhilim light of ablutions,
Do not remember about life. Zate yak wonderfully hostile
Let's sweat it in pershu, Kolya, having left the Vatican,
Turn around at the living world, De irzhe donkey, make noise fountain,
Spivaє maistrovy; Trade chewing gum to boil,
Screaming in all directions: Corals! shells! smart!
Frost water!? Dance, eat, beat the goal,
Satisfied with myself, I braid black, like pitch
Romans young Stara Cheshe ... Speka day,
Where do we know calm and quiet?
We go to the first temple.
Not a strange life noise here,
Cold weather, silence and teemryava... Suvorih thoughts
I know the soul is awakened. Holy and angelic natovpom
In the temple of decorations, Porphyry and jasper under the foot,
I marmur on the walls...
Like licorice hear the noise of the sea!
You sit by the year; Neglect, badorian rozum
Pratsuє mizh tim ... Until the sun with a girsky stitch
Climb high What a wound in front of you!
How easy it is to breathe! Ale spekotnishe, spekotnishe pivdenny day,
On the green of the valleys of Rosinka there is no ... Pіdemo pіd tіn
Umbrella pins...
Princesses remember those days
Walks and conversations, The stench has been removed from the soul
Unforgettable next. But do not turn back the days of the past,
Quiet days and dreams, Yak do not turn around then about them
Tears shed by her!
Raiduzhnі dreams arose,
In front of her are a number of paintings of the Zabitoy, driven out land: 2
Suvoriy Pan I Zhalugidny worker-man
With a gloomy head ... Like the first panuvati sound,
How does the other work! Їy act in a group of benyakiv
On the fields, on the bows,
On the shores of the Volz...
Vaughn do not eat, do not sleep, Zasipati companion won
Hurry up with food: “Tell me, isn’t the whole region like this? Nothing satisfied?..? - You are in the kingdom of zhebrakiv and slaves! A short bula vіdpovіd...
Vaughn threw herself - a dream at the hand!
Choo, a little ahead Sumny zvіn - shackle zvіn!
Hey, coachman, shave!? That sent a party to go,
Illness filled my chest, the Princess gives them pennies,
Dyakuyu, kind way!? Їy dovgo, dovgo disguise їх
Sweat mirkayutsya, I do not drive away your thoughts,
Chi do not forget sleep! And that party was here ... So ... there are no other paths ... But the next zavіryukha covered up. Shvidshe, driver, shvidshe! ..?
The frost is strong, the desert path,
Chim gave Skhid; Three hundred miles away
Wretched little place
On the dark row of houses, Ale, where are the people? Silence everywhere
Don't feel a little psiv. I will cover everyone, driving away the frost,
Seagulls like nudgi p'yut. Proyshov soldier, having passed visas,
Curanti here b'yut. Vіkna froze ... vognik
In one troch having found... the Cathedral... on the sight of the prison...
The coachman waved his batog: "Hey you!?" - and there is no place already,
The rest of the house sign ... To the right - burn that river,
Livoruch - dark forest.
Boil ailments, languor rozum,
Sleepless to the wound, Sumuє heart. Change of thoughts
Painful swede; Princess bachit then friends,
Then I’ll frown in the yaznitsyu, I immediately give up
God knows why, that the sky dawns - piskom
Sipany leaf, And moon - black sealing wax
Vіdtisnuty gurtok.
Burned up; started
Rivnina without kintsya. More dead! Don't shoot an eye
Live tree. ?And the axis and the tundra!? - seems
Coachman, Buryat Steppe. Princess respectfully marvel
I think hard: These people are greedy
Go for the gold! It will lie along the riverbeds,
It hurts during the day. An important vidobotok on the river,
The swamps are terrible in the speck, Ale hirshe, hirshe in the mine,
Deep under the earth! .. There is deathly silence,
There's no wind without a haze... Now, cursed is the country,
Do you know Yermak?
Dark night descended,
I am zіyshov month. The princess did not sleep for a long time,
Difficult thoughts spovnena... Fell asleep... Bashta dream їy...
Get out of the beast; Know the place in front of her
hvilyuєtsya, make noise; Run to the Great Square3
Indefinite natovpi: Official people, trading people,
Raznoschiki, popi; clear drops, oxamite, shovk,
Casings, vіrmeni ... Standing already there, like a regiment, 4
More regiments came, More than a thousand soldiers Zіyshlos. Wow "hooray!" scream,
The stench of chogos check ... The people barked, the people pozihav
Why fight here ... Then, having a look in the sun,
Slyly squinting eyes, Knowing the storms of the Frenchman,
Capital kuafer.
Caught up with new police:
Give up!? - Tim scream. Vidpovid їm - kuli ta bagneti,
I don't want to say hello. Like a brave general, Flying into a car, threatening becoming
Yogo was carried from the horse. The next one approached the rows: "Forgiveness of the kings grant you!?"
They killed him.
The metropolitan himself appeared
With korogvami, with a cross: Repent, brother! - it seems
Fall before the king!? The soldiers heard, christened,
Ale friendly bula vіdpovіd: - Go, old! pray for us! You can do it here...
Todi brought harmony, The king himself commanded: "Pa-li! .."? ... Oh dear! Chi alive ti? The princess, having consumed her memory, Strimgolov rushed forward
The poem by N. A. Nekrasov “Russian Women” commemorates the feat of the squads of the Decembrists. In the materials of the lesson, you will find a short historical summary about the Decembrist rebellion and a lot of traces. Respectfully, thoughtful reading of the text will help you analyze the images of the main heroines of the sing: Katerina Trubetskoy and Mariya Volkonskaya.
They demonstrated to their co-workers a butt, a good inheritance. Before them, only peasant women went to send messages to people. The stench of the first noblewomen, moreover, of the most noble noble families, went after the people to the banishment, leaving their families, children, friends, their mansions and servants. The stench understood that they should go there, de їm happen to be equal with these very villagers - to practice, cook, sew. The blessings of the relatives did not benefit, the unreasonable suspense, threaten the power. The stinks cast their titles, to viconate their shoes. Your vchinok viklikav majestic resonance, becoming a butt for riches.
The feat of the Decembrists was spawned by N. A. Nekrasov at the Poem "Russian Women".
Їх bulo 11, ale Nekrasov poemі rozpovіv less about the first ones, like bulo chi no better: stink "They paved the way for others" - tse Kateryna Trubetska and Maria Volkonska.
Rice. 2. Friends of the Decembrists ()
The composition of the poem is divided into two parts:
- Princess M.M. Volkonska.
Eat idea expressed by Nekrasov in the words:
High and holy їhnіy feat unforgettable!
Like guardian angels stench
Were an immutable support
Vignants in the days of suffering.
At the sight of fellow students, Katerina Ivanivna Trubetska, born Countess Lavl, was more beautiful - low, plump, then charming, cheerful, with a beautiful voice. Near Paris in 1819, Catherine Laval met Prince Sergius Petrovich Trubetskoy and crossed the river for a new zamіzh.
Trubetskoy was ten years older and entered the enviable name: knowledge, wealth, intelligence, illumination, passed the war with Napoleon and rose to the rank of colonel. Career yoga went uphill, and Katerina has little chance of becoming a general.
Five years later, after a merry raptom, it was announced that Sergiy Trubetskoy, together with his friends, was preparing a rebellion.
Trubetskoy persha from the squads of the Decembrists achieved a decision to fly to Siberia. Way buv duzhe long. Vlada was making a mess. For example, Trubetska spent 5 months near Irkutsk, because Governor Zeidler, having taken orders from Petersburg to entice him to turn back. Prote Katerina Ivanivna was firm in her decision.
Rice. 3. Princess Trubetska ()
The image of Princess Trubetskoy at the house.
In the poem N. A. Nekrasov spoke about the important path of Princess Trubetskoy to Siberia and her heroic resistance to the governor of Irkutsk.
The investigation is carried out in 3 individuals. In this rank, the main task of the author is not only a rhyme about podії, but also an assessment of the heroine's accomplishments, his woman's feat.
The poem starts from the scene of farewell to the father:
The count himself corrected the pillows,
Vedmezhu empty at the feet of the pillars,
Say a prayer, icon
Hanging on the right side
I - crying ... Princess-daughter ...
Kudis їde tsієї nights ...
Nekrasov baldly, like a father and daughter love one alone. Ale, viyshovshi zamіzh, having given the obitnitsa of fidelity before God, but with a man and in the mountains in joy, Trubetskoy accepts a decision:
Oh, God bless! ... Ale borg іnshiy,
І more important,
Call me... Vibach, dear!
March no tears!
My distant way, my important way,
My fate is terrible
Ale, I put on my breasts.
Write - I'm your daughter!
In this rank, from the first rows, Nekrasov saw in the characters of the heroine such a figure, like masculinity, courage, strength of mind.
Katerina says goodbye to the past, we rejoice that rich life of an aristocrat. Say goodbye to native Petersburg, to the witch house:
Happy my youth
Passed in your walls,
I loved your bali
Katanna with gir cool,
Loved the splashing of your Nevi
In the evening silence
I flatten myself in front of her
With a hero on a horse...
Mi bachimo, scho Katerina from childhood bula life.
In guesses about the youth of the heroine, there may be unreasonable advancing rows:
And you be curses, gloomy booths,
De perchou quadrille
I danced... That hand
Let me burn my hand...
Rejoice. . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .?
About whose hand go? Whom does the heroine curse?
Katerina Trubetska is arranging her first ball, on which she danced her first dance with the Grand Duke Mykola Pavlovich, the future Emperor Mykola I, who rospochav his rule of reprisals against the Decembrists. At poemі vin act as a cat.
Rice. 4. Russian Emperor Mikola I (1796-1855) ()
Save the childishness
Wealth, bliss! high booth
On the birch of the Nevi,
Obbiti descend with kilim,
Before the exit of Levi,
Vitonchenno priprirany food hall,
Fires all burn.
Oh joy! nі childish ball,
Chu! make up music!
Tell me about getting to know a person and having a happy life with him
The last hour, the last ball
Їy dream: in front of her
Stand young red,
Vіs schos whisper їy ...
Let's sweat again Bali, Bali...
Vaughn - mister ikhnya,
They have dignitaries, post,
Everything is fashionably light with them ...
Tell me about the journey from a man to Italy
I axis went out
With his pattern.
In front of her is a wonderful country,
Before her is the eternal Rome.
Ale, the princess feels more happy than ever. When awakened reality is hostile with tragedy and bitterness:
Choo, a little ahead
Sumny dzvin - shackle dzvin!
Hey, coachman, shave!
That sent a party to go,
Ailment occupied the chest,
Princess pennies їm give,
Dyakuyu, kind way!
Їy dovgo, dovgo disguise їх
Sweat mirkayutsya,
I do not drive away your thoughts,
Chi do not forget sleep!
Here, to the bitterness of the main heroine, it’s great, maybe add it like this mercy, kindness.
In this way, the story about the heroine was inspired by antitheses: the presentation of a beautiful dream and a terrible reality.
Long way, plenty of time for good luck. The princess predicts the tragic day of the rise of that terrible legacy, guessing how she came to the casemate to be sacked to a man. Apparently, Trubetska knew about the insurrection that they were getting ready. Nekrasov was shown not just as a loving and faithful retinue at the Poemі won. Tse specialty is independent, as you think, analyze. Turning from the dear Italy, Trubetskoy porivnyu tsyu beautiful, vіlna kraїnu s wretched and unfortunate Russia:
In front of her are a number of paintings.
Clogged, driven edge:
Suvoriy Pan
І Zhalugidny worker-man
With a gloomy head...
Yak first panuvati sound,
How does the other work!
Katerina turns to the person from the supply:
Tell me, isn't the whole region like this?
Are you satisfied with the silence?
You are in the kingdom of zhebrakiv and slaves! -
A short bula vіdpovіd...
Here, before characterizing the heroine, we can add this figure: independence; caution; drunken mind; willfulness.
Nekrasov is shouting, what Trubetskoy says, look at the man. The decision to follow him was dictated not only by the kokhanny, but by the courageous hromada position. Tom the climax of the meal becoming the episode "Zustrich Trubetskoy with Irkutsk Governor".
Mayzhe five thousand versts podolali the princess and raptom stikkaet z pereshkoda: Irkutsk governor does not allow her to go further. Forces are nervous. From one side - Princess Trubetska, a young, tenditna, defenseless woman. On the other side - the governor of Irkutsk, a representative of the sovereign power (" Princess, here I am the king”), teachings of life and service dosvіdom, a man is no longer young.
Princess Trubetska wins this duel. Tsya is a good, young, defenseless, deprived woman. Skіlki have nіy rіshuchostі! Like masculinity! What a character!
Hi! I am not a greedy slave
I'm a woman, friend!
Let the girka my share -
I will be your virna!
Oh, yakby vin forget me
For a woman,
My soul would have strength
Don't be Yogo's slave!
But I know: to the fatherland kokhannya
My supergirl
І yakbi treba bulo, revival
I would love youma!
Respectfully reading this, reader understanding, why is the weakness of the Irkutsk governor. Vіn try to turn Trubetskoy, vikonuyuchi order of the king, zalyakuє її terrible vibes, but in the soul svіvchuvaє їy i zaplyuєєєє її muzhnistyu:
How I tormented you ... My God!
(Z-pіd hands on sivy
tears rolled down).
Vibachte! so, I'm torturing you,
Ale, I suffered myself,
Ale strict I mav order
Pereshkodi you put!
The very moment I explain why the government was so opposed to the decision of the squads of the Decembrists. Vono meant moral encouragement in yazniv, called out loudly in riches. The government in the person of Tsar Mikoli I did not want to speak to the Decembrists.
Nekrasov choke on his heroine, her willpower, almost her own goodness and fearlessness.
At the house, Trubetskoy was caught in Irkutsk for only 2 days. In fact, she stayed there for five months. Itself here її caught up with a friend of the Decembrist, M.M. Volkonska, which is dedicated to a friend part of the sing "Russian Women".
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- History of the Russian Empire. Friends of the Decembrists ().
- Tlumachny vocabulary of Russian ().
- Prepare for a variety of readings from poems by N. A. Nekrasov “Russian Women”
- Think about why Nekrasov called him not the Decembrists, but Russian women.
Nekrasov rarely turned to those nobility, moreover, in a positive way. And yet the feat of the Russian Decembrists did not leave yoga baiduzhim. The poem “Russian Women” by Mikoli Oleksiyovich Nekrasov inspired the strength of spirit and the self-confidence of the two princesses, Trubetskoy and Volkonskoy, as they were not afraid to deprive them of a comfortable life and pronounce yoga in hard labor for the sake of being in order with their own people. He sings after the text of his creation all his zakhoplennya that pride for spіvvіtchiznits.
Therefore, it is necessary to read "Russian Women" more often. What is made up of two parts, it shows two, look at the same podium. At the first part, the central figure is Princess Trubetska, and the day is roaring after the rise. The other part is a historical retrospective, the main heroine of which is Prince Volkonska. And such a trick helps to inspire those who go through a lot of lived lives.
Therefore, Nekrasov's "Russian Women" is better to zavantazhit povnistyu for rich reading. Її plot that compositional simplicity is deceptive, impersonal ideas are attached to it, like a singer wants to convey to his reader. Although the main idea of the flooring is simple, like it is penetrating: Russian women are the most popular and the best.
Therefore, the Russian poet (1821 - 1877) wrote "Russian Women" in 1871-1872. We sing about the squads of the Decembrists who followed the people in Siberia (div.).
Poema is made up of two parts. The first part of the story tells about Princess Katerina Trubetskoy (created in 1871). The other part was written on the basis of the words of Mary Volkonskaya (written in 1872).
Princess Trubetska
Part of perch
Calm, calm and light
Surprisingly blessed vіzok;
The count-dad himself more than once, not twice
Yogo having tried first.
Six horses were harnessed to the new one,
Likhtar in the middle of yoga was set on fire.
The count himself corrected the pillows,
Vedmezhu empty at the feet of the pillars,
Say a prayer, icon
Hanging on the right side
I - crying ... Princess-daughter ...
Kudis їde tsієї nights ...
“So, tear my heart navpіl
One to one, ale, dear,
Tell me, what are we to do?
Chi help tight!
One who could help us instantly
Now… Probach, probach!
Bless my dear daughter
Let the world go!
God knows what we'll do again,
Too bad! no hope.
Probach and know: your kohannya,
The rest of your command
I remember deeply
At a distant boci…
I don't cry, but it's not easy
Separate me from you!
Oh, god bang! ... Ale borg іnshiy,
І more important,
Call me… Vibach, dear!
March no tears!
My distant way, my heavy way,
My fate is terrible
Ale, I put on my breasts.
Write - I'm your daughter!
Vibach and ty, my native land,
Vibach, unfortunate land!
І ti ... about the fatal place,
Nest of kings... farewell!
Who is bachiv London and Paris,
Venice and Rome
You won’t calm down that close,
Ale bov ti me kohani -
Happy my youth
Passed in your walls,
I loved your bali
Katanna with gir cool,
Loved the splashing of your Nevi
In the evening silence
I flatten myself in front of her
With a hero on horseback.
Don't forget me... Let's go, let's go
Tell our boo...
And you be curses, gloomy booths,
De perchou quadrille
I danced... That hand
Let me burn my hand.
Rejoice…………………
…………………..»
Calm, mimicry and light,
Roll around the cart.
All in black, deathly pale,
The princess is alone in the new,
And the secretary of the father (at the crosses,
Shchab induce expensive fear)
With servants gallop ahead.
Fistula with a whip, shouting: "Fall!"
Coachman the capital of proishov ...
Distant princess way lying,
Bula Suvora winter.
At the skin station itself
Get out more expensive: "Shvidshe
Harness your horses!"
I siple with a generous hand
Red servants of Yamsk.
Ale important way! Do twenty day
Well they came to Tyumen,
We rode for ten more days,
“Let’s keep the Yenisei out of the way, -
The secretary said to the princess. -
Don't ride like that, sir!
Forward! The soul is tight,
The road is everything
Ale, mrії peaceful and lung -
I dreamed of youth.
Wealth, bliss! high booth
On the birch of the Nevi,
Obbiti descend with kilim,
Before the exit of Levi,
Vitonchenno priprirany food hall,
Fires all burn.
Oh joy! nі childish ball,
Chu! make up music!
Їy lines of red wove
Two Russians have braids,
Kviti, branny brought
Unstained beauty.
Priyshov tato - sid, rum'yan, -
To the guests її cry:
"Well, Katya! amazing sundress!
Vіn usіh z rozumu zveda!
Їy love, love without cordons.
spin around in front of her
Kvіtnik z darling childish osіb,
Heads and Kucheriv.
Shaky children, like a life,
Dressy old:
Plumazhі, lines and crosses,
Z ringing heels.
Dance, shoot a child,
Not thinking about anything,
I childishness of Shvidka zhartom
Sweep ... Sweat
The last hour, the last ball
Їy dream: in front of her
Stand young red,
Vіs shchos їpoche їy ...
Let's sweat again bali, bali.
Vaughn - mister ikhnya,
They have dignitaries, post,
Everything is fashionably light with them ...
"Oh honey! why are you so gloomy?
What is on your heart?
Child! Less boring worldly noise,
Let's move faster, let's move! -
I axis went out
With his pattern.
In front of her is a wonderful country,
Before her is the eternal Rome.
Oh! chim bi life guess us -
Don't have quiet days
If, having snatched a yakos
From my fatherland
I tedious pіvnіch passed,
Let's rush to pivden.
Before us, consume, above us maє ration
No one ... Himself-friend
Zavzhd less for tim, who is dear to us,
We live like we want;
Today we marvel at the ancient temple,
And tomorrow we see
Palace, ruins, museum.
Yak fun before
Share your thoughts
With kohanoy istoto!
Under the charm of beauty,
Vlad has suvorih thoughts,
Vatican tinyaesh ti
Humiliation and frown;
Vidzhilim light of ablutions,
Do not remember about life.
Zate yak wonderfully hostile
Let's sweat it in pershu,
When you leave the Vatican
Turn around at the living world,
De irzhe donkey, make noise fountain,
Spivaє maistrovy;
Trade chewing gum to boil,
Scream in all directions:
Koraliv! shells! smart!
Freezing water!
Dance, eat, beat the goal,
Satisfied with myself
I braid black yak pitch
The Romans are young
Stara Cheshe ... Spekotny day,
Innocent black din,
How can we know that calmness?
We go to the first temple.
Not a strange life noise here,
cold, quiet
І napіvtemryava... Suvorih dum
I know the soul is awakened.
Holy and angelic natovpom
Temple of embellishments,
Porphyry and jasper under the foot,
I marmur on the walls.
Like licorice hear the noise of the sea!
You sit by the year,
Neglect, badorian rozum
Practice at the same time ...
Until the sun with a girsky stitch
Climb high -
What an early morning before you!
How easy it is to breathe!
Ale spekotnishe, spekotnishe pivdenny day,
On the green of the valleys
No dewdrops ... Pіdemo pіd tіn
Umbrella pins...
Princesses remember those days
Walks and conversations
The soul was deprived of stench
Unforgettable next.
But do not turn back the days of the past,
Quiet days above and beyond,
Yak do not turn potіm about them
Tears shed by her!
Raiduzhnі dreams arose,
In front of her are a number of paintings.
Clogged, driven edge:
Suvoriy Pan
І Zhalugidny worker-man
With a gloomy head...
Yak first panuvati sound,
How does the other work!
Їy act in a group of benyakiv
On the fields, on the bows,
Їy take off stogіn burlakіv
On the shores of the Volz.
Spoiled by a naive zhakh,
Vaughn do not eat, do not sleep,
Zasipati companion won
Hurry up with requests:
“Tell me, isn’t the whole region like this?
Are you satisfied with the silence? .. "
You are in the kingdom of zhebrakiv and slaves! -
A short bula vіdpovіd…
Vaughn threw herself - a dream at the hand!
Choo, a little ahead
Sumny dzvin - shackle dzvin!
"Hey, coachman, shave!"
Then the messenger of the party is going,
Ailment filled her chest.
Princess pennies їm give, -
"Dyakuyu, kind way!"
Їy dovgo, dovgo disguise їх
Sweat mirkayutsya,
I do not drive away your thoughts,
Chi do not forget sleep!
“And that party was here ...
So… there are no other ways…
Ale next їх zavіryuha hushed up.
Hurry up, coachman, faster! .. "
The frost is strong, the desert path,
Chim gave Skhid;
Three hundred miles away
Wretched place,
Then, as a joyful marvel
On the dark row of houses
Ale de OK people? Silence everywhere
Don't feel a little psiv.
I will cover everyone, driving away the frost,
Seagulls like nudgi drink.
Proyshov soldier, having passed visas,
Curanti here b'yut.
Vikna froze ... vognik
Mining in one troch ...
Cathedral ... on the sight of the prison ...
The coachman waved his baton:
"Hey you!" - and there is no place already,
The rest of the alarm clock...
To the right - burn that river,
Livoruch - dark forest.
Boil ailments, languor rozum,
Sleepless to the wound
Sumy heart. Change of thoughts
Painful swede;
Princess bachit then friends,
Then I’ll frown in the tongue,
I immediately give up їy -
God knows why
What are the sky dawns - piskom
shriveled leaf,
And the month - with red sealing wax
Vіdtisnuty gurtok.
Burned up; started
Rivnina without kintsya.
More dead! Don't shoot an eye
Live tree.
"A axis and tundra!" - seems
Coachman, Buryat Steppe.
Princess respectfully marvel
I think hard:
This is a greedy person
Go for the gold!
It will lie along the riverbeds,
It hurts during the day.
An important vidobotok on the river,
The swamps are terrible in the speck,
Ale hirshe, hirshe in the mine,
Deep under the earth!
There is deathly silence
There is no darkness there.
Come on, damn the country,
Do you know Yermak?
Dark night descended,
I am zіyshov month.
The princess did not sleep for a long time,
Heavy thoughts spawned ...
I fell asleep ... Bashta dream їy ...
Get out of the beast;
Know the place in front of her
hvilyuєtsya, make noise;
Run to the great square
Indefinite natovpi:
Official people, merchant people,
Raznoschiki, popi;
clear drops, oxamite, shovk,
Casings, vіrmeni ...
Already standing there, a regiment,
More police came
More than a thousand soldiers
It's gone. Wow "hooray!" scream,
Gosh chogos check.
The people barked, the people pozihav,
Hundreds of minds
What to do here.
Then, having smiled in the nose,
slyly squinting eyes,
Known from the storms Frenchman,
Capital kuafer.
Caught up with new police:
"Surrender!" - Tim scream.
Vidpovid їm - kuli ta bagneti,
I don't want to say hello.
Like a brave general,
Vletivshi in cars, threatening becoming -
Yogo was carried from the horse.
The next one, approaching the lavas:
“Forgiveness the king grants you!”
They killed him.
The metropolitan himself appeared
With korogvami, with a cross:
"Repent, brother! - say -
Fall before the king!
The soldiers heard, christened,
Ale Bula was friendly:
Go, old man! pray for us!
You can’t do it here ... -
They brought harmony,
The king himself commanded: “Pa-li! ..”
“... Oh, love! Chi alive ti?
Princess, having consumed memory,
Forward rushed and strimgolov
Fell from the heights!
In front of her is Dovgy and Syria
Underground corridor
At the skin door vartovy,
Mustache doors on constipation.
Surf hvil similar splash
Sounds a little її;
Inside - bryazkit, towel blisk
At the light of the lights;
So in the distance the noise of the rocks
І dovgy domіn vіd them,
So cross-bіy year,
Those screams of the guards ...
With old and gray keys,
Vusatiy disabled
“Come, summarily, follow me! -
It seems quiet. -
I'll take you to the next
Vіn alive and neushkodzheny ... »
Vona trusted you,
Vaughn followed him.
Long gone, long gone... Nareshti
The doors creaked, - and raptom
In front of her is wine... a living shrine...
In front of her is a vicious friend!
Falling on the chest of youmu, won
Hurry up to ask:
“Tell me, why are you robiti? I am strong
I can take terrible revenge!
Distance of masculinity in the breasts,
Ready hot,
Chi ask for the need? .. "- Do not go,
Do not eat kata! -
"Oh honey! what did you say? Sliv
I don't hear yours.
That is the terrible beating of the year,
Those are the screams of the warts!
Is there a third one between us?..”
Naїvne your food. -
"Hour! breaking the hour!" -
That "third" said ...
The princess shuddered - to marvel
glare all around,
Їy zhah heart krizhane:
Not everything here was a dream!
Month of Pliv in the middle of heaven
Without glare, without change,
Livoruch buv gloomy fox,
To the right - Yenisey.
Dark! Nazustrich no souls,
The coachman on the goats slept,
Hungry vovk near the forest wilderness
Stunned piercingly,
That wind fought and roared,
Roaring on rivers,
That foreigner is sleeping here
My marvelous.
Suvorim sounding pathos
Invisible language,
I poured more heart,
Like a gull cry in a storm ...
The princess is cold; at that nich
The frost is unbearable,
Forces fell; їй impromptu
Fight more of them.
Rozum zhah opanuvav,
Why don't you get to her.
The coachman hasn't slept for a long time,
Without urging the horses
The front trio is not a bit.
“Hey! chi alive ti, coachman?
What is the castle? don't you dare sleep!
Don't fight, I sound... -
Fly ... From the frozen vikna
Nothing is visible
Unsafe wife's dream out,
Ale, don’t drive yoga away!
Win the will of a woman of ailments
Mittevo pidkoriv
I, like a charmer, at the edge of another
Її relocated.
That land - Vіn їy already know -
Like before the bliss,
I warm with sleepy changing
I licorice spіvom hvil
Її vіtav, like a friend ...
Where not to marvel:
“So, tse pіvden! so, hello! -
Everything seems...
No haze in the black sky,
The valley is all in squares,
Everything is flooded with sun, for everything,
Down in the mountains
Druk can be beautiful
Radie all on the spot;
Їy sun, the sea is that life
They sing: "So - tse pivden!"
At the valley between the lancers gir
I by the black sea
Vaughn fly at full speed
With his pattern.
The road їkhnya is a rose garden,
Fragrance flows from the trees,
Burn on the skin tree
Rum'yaniy, food plaid;
The crisis of the dark nights sees through
The azure of the heavens and the waters;
Ships lunar on the sea,
Vitrila blink,
And burn, visible in the distance,
Go to heaven.
Yaki wondrous farbi їkhni! For a year
The rubies were there,
Now the topaz has sparkled
Along the white ridges.
Axis of a vyuchny mule go Crocom,
In buboes, in quitas,
Behind the mule - a woman with wine,
With a cat in hand.
Vaughn shout to them: "Good way!" -
I, laughing with a rapt,
Throw shvidko їy on the chest
Quote... yes! tse pivden!
The land of ancient, smaglyavih div
І eternal Troyand krajina…
Chu! melodic tone,
Chu! the music is awesome!
“So, tse pіvden! so, hello!
(Spivaє їy good dream)
I am making love to you, friend,
I’ll call you a new wine! ..!
Part of a friend
It's been two months already
Unchanged day and night at the dorozi
To the marvel of blissful vіzok,
And all the way is far away!
The princess' companion is so exhausted,
What happened to the Irkutsk sickness,
Two days of checking on the new, out
Її in Irkutsk zustrіv himself
Head of mischief;
Like a dry power, like a straight club,
High and gray.
I pulled yoga doha from my shoulder,
Under her - cross, uniform,
On the capelus - pir'ya pivnya.
Honorable Brigadier,
Throwing himself behind the coachman's shaft,
Quickly pidskochiv
І doors of the checkpoint
Princess Vіdchiniv...
(enter to the station booth)
At Nerchinsk! Put the swede in!
Governor
Come, I will instruct you.
Order me to give me horses!
Governor
Please help the year.
Our road is so bad
You need to read…
I give you! I am strong.
Not far from my way.
Governor
All the same, it will be eight hundred miles,
And the smut famously:
The road is higher here,
Unsafe ride!
Two words you need to say
On service, - and before that
Mav I'm happy count of the nobility,
Sim rokiv serving for the new.
Your father is a dear person,
By heart, by mind,
Zakarbuvavshi in the soul of navіki
Vdyachnist to new,
Before Yogo's Daughter Services
I'm ready... I'm all yours...
Ale, I don’t need anything!
(Opening doors in blue.)
Chi ready crew?
Governor
Until I punish
Do not serve yoga.
So punish! I bless...
Governor
Ale є zachіpka here:
With the rest of the mail sent
What does he have:
Chi do not turn around chi am I guilty?
Governor
So, it would be better.
And who is it that gave you and about what
Paper? what is there
Zhartuchi chi over dad?
Vіn mustache dominating himself!
Governor
Ni ... I don’t dare to harden ...
Ale way is far away.
So what is it for nothing and balakati!
Chi ready my vіzok?
Governor
Hi! I haven't punished yet.
Princess! Here I am king!
Sit down! I already said.
What am I, knowing the old count,
And the Count ... I want you to let me in,
For your kindness
Ale your vіd'їzd yogo driving.
Turn back smarter!
Hi! sho one time virisheno -
I swear to the end!
It's funny to tell you me,
How I love dad
How to love. Ale borg іnshiy,
I higher and holier,
Call me. My tormentor!
Let's have horses!
Governor
Allow me. I'm good on my own
Cho dear schogodini,
Ale chi good to you,
Who checks on you?
Our side is free
And that one is more bіdnisha,
Shorter than ours there is spring,
Winter is more dovsha.
So, in the spring months it is winter
There - you know?
There people are rіdkіsnі without a brand,
I tі heartless soul;
At will nispor around
There are less varnaki;
Zhakhlivy there is a prison booth,
Deep digs.
You can't get with a man buti
Khvilini vich-on-vich:
At the barracks, sleepy life is required,
And zha: bread and kvass.
Five thousand convicts there,
Embittered share,
Start beaters at night,
Beating and rozbіy;
Short їм i terrible judgment,
Hell no judgment!
I ve, princess, always here
Svіdkom... So!
Believe me, you will not be harmed,
Don't look at anyone!
Let your man go - wine is guilty ...
And you endure ... for what?
You will be greedy, I know
The life of my man.
Let me be mine
Don't do it for the new one!
Governor
Alevie will not live there:
That climate you vb'є!
I'm going to goiter you,
Don't ride ahead!
Oh! why should you live in such a country,
De show in people
Not at times - saw krizhanim
Come out of the nostrils?
De darkness and cold tsiliy rіk,
And in short specs -
Non-drying pains
Skidlivy bet?
So ... a terrible edge! Call get out
Live and live the forest,
When it's night
Hang over the edge...
People live in that region
I'll call you hot...
Governor
Live? Ale your youth
Guess... child!
Here mother is snowy water,
Having given birth, omie donka,
Little wicked storm of weather
Lulling all nothing,
And wake up the wild beast, richachi
Near the fox hut,
That purgo, crazy knocking
At the vikno, like a domovik.
From deaf forests, from empty rivers
Taking your danina
Zmіtsnіla tubіlna lyudina
With nature in battle,
Let death be recognized to me -
Don't mess with me!
I'm going! I'm going! I am guilty
Near the person to die.
Governor
So, you will die, but I will die
torment the one
Whose irrevocably head
Gone. For new
Please don't go there!
More tolerant of one
Having languished in the heavy work,
Come to your vault,
Come - and lie down on a naked pidlog
I with stale breadcrumbs
Fall asleep ... and a good dream comes -
I v'yazen becoming king!
Letyachi dream to relatives, to friends,
Having pampered yourself
Run through the wines until the day's work
I badory, and my heart is quiet,
What about you?.. don't know about you
Yomu happy dreams,
At your own vіn usvіdomluvatime
The reason for your tears.
Oh!.. Take care of the words
You are better for others.
All your cakes do not win
Tears from my eyes!
Having left the fatherland, friends,
beloved father,
Having taken a house in my soul
Vikonati until the end
My obov'yazok - I will not bring tears
Cursed in the pit -
I am pride, pride in a lie,
I will give you the strength!
Nehtuvannya by our kats,
Truthfulness
You will be a faithful support to us.
Governor
Wonderful dreams!
Ale їх distance five days.
Do not povіk same you sumuvat?
Trust me,
Want to live.
There is stale bread, yaznitsya, slander,
Need and eternal gnat,
And there bali, glittering door,
Freedom is that shana.
How to know? Maybe God knows...
Suitable for others
The law will not spare you the right.
Move!.. My God!
Governor
So, I tell you
Turn around more quickly at the world.
Dyakuyu, yakuyu
For your good pleasure!
І if there is an earthly paradise,
And ninі tsey paradise
With my strong hand
Cleaned up Mykola.
There people rot with live bait -
Walking drones,
Choloviki - zbіgovisko Iud,
And women are slaves.
What do I know there? hypocrisy,
I'm shattered by honor
Naked filthy celebration
I'll take it easy.
Hі, have tsey virubany lіs
Don't lure me
De buli dubi to heaven,
And nі nі wash!
turn around? live in the midst of hardening,
Empty and dark references?
There is no place, there is no friend
To the one who has once seen the light!
Nі, ni, I don't want to bachiti
Selling and stupid
I don't give up
Vіlnih and saints.
Forget the one who loves us
Turn around - everything is simple? ..
Governor
Ale vin did not spare you?
Think child:
About whom tight? who's up to?
Move, general!
Governor
If it weren't for the good blood
Tekla you have - I would movchav.
Ale, how are you rushing forward,
Don't say anything
Possibly, pride is lying to you.
Distant wi youma
With wealth, with names, with intelligence,
With a trusting soul,
And vin, not thinking about those
What will become of the squad,
Choking on an empty mayor,
I - axis yogo share!
And what? .. follow him,
Like a zhalugidna slave!
Hi! I am not a greedy slave
I'm a woman, friend!
Let the girka my share -
I will be your virna!
Oh, yakby vin forget me
For a woman,
My soul would have strength
Don't be Yogo's slave!
But I know: to the fatherland kokhannya
My supergirl
І yakbi treba bulo, revival
I would love youma!
The princess skinned ... Movchav
Upright kid.
"Well, what? Command, general,
Prepare my visa?
Not responding to requests,
Wondering for a long time on a pidlog,
Let's think about it, saying:
Until tomorrow - pishov.
The next day, that rose itself.
Having asked and reconquered,
Ale otrimav again vіdsіch
Honorable general.
All perekonannya vysnazhivshi
І beating out of strength,
Vіn dovgo, respectful, movchazny,
Walking around the room
I nareshti saying: - Booty so!
You do not lie, sorry!
Ale know: zrobivshi tsey krok,
Usogo spend vee! -
"What else do you need to spend?"
Having galloped after a man,
You have signed
Blame for your rights! -
Old effectively castle,
Vіd tsikh terrible words
Vіn, obviously, at the expense of checks.
Ale bula vіdpovіd like this:
"You have a gray head,
And what a child!
You are given our rights
Rights are not jarring.
Hi! I don't value them
Take them shvidshe!
Where is the word? I'm signing!
I zhvavo - horses! .. "
Governor
Papir tsey sign!
What are you?.. My God!
Aje tse means marriage
I am a simple woman!
You will tell us the probach,
What was given to you by the father,
What's up with the downfalls?
Mabut bi to you potim!
The rights are mine, the rights
Spend the nobility!
No, you think first, -
I'll come and call you!
Pishov and not a good day.
When the darkness descended,
Princess, weak as darkness,
I went to the new one myself.
Її not accepting the general:
It's important.
Five days, while in sickness,
Pain has passed
And on the shostky came vin himself
І cool movie їй:
I don't have the right to let you in
Princess, horses!
lead you through the stages
Convoy ... -
My God!
And then the months will pass
On the road?..
Governor
Yes, hanging
Come to Nerchinsk like you
The road is not vb'є.
Hardly chi versti chotiri for a year
Zakuty ide;
At the middle of the day - a halt,
At the sunset of the day - night,
And the hurricane at the steppe outposts -
Bury yourself in the snow!
So, there are a lot of calls,
The second one fell, weakened ...
I did not understand well -
What does your stage mean?
Governor
Under a cup of cossacks
I'll throw it in my hands
Step by step led by my villains
I convicts at the Lanziugs,
Stench the road empty
Marvel to flow in
So fasten with your rope
One to one - and lead.
Hard way! That axis is yaki:
Destroy p'yatsot,
And to Nerchinsk digs
The first third is not a dide!
Stink like flies dying at the door,
Particularly with regard to…
And you, princess, so?
Return home!
Oh no! I checked.
Ale vie, ale vie ... dashing!
The day of cilia...
There is no heart in people!
Why not say it all at once?
I would have left a long time ago.
Order the party to choose -
I'm going! me all the same!..
Hi! you will go! .. - wiguknuv
Nespodіvono old general,
Flattening your eyes with your hand. -
How I tormented you ... My God!
(Z-pіd hands on sivy
tears rolled down).
Vibachte! so, I'm torturing you,
Ale, I suffered myself,
Ale strict I mav order
Pereshkodi you put!
І хіба їх I didn't put?
I'm robiv mustache, what is the moment,
Before the king my soul
Clean, God knows!
We will protect with a hard cracker
I live under the castle,
Ganboyu, zhakhom, pratseyu
stage way
I tried to get you.
Chi did not sneer wi!
I want bi me not to interfere
On the shoulders of the head
I can't, I don't want
More tyranny for you...
I'll take you there for three days.
(Opening doors, shouting.)
Gay! harness it now! .. -
Princess M. N. Volkonska
Grandma's Notes (1826 - 1827)
Chapter I
Onuki cabbages! Today's stench
Three walks are back again:
We, grandma, are bored! At the wretch
If we sat at the portrait
You began to tell us
It was so fun! .. Ridna,
Tell me more! .. - In the coddle
We sat down. But I drove them away:
“Catch the hearing; my
Distance on the whole volume,
But more bad ones: you know them,
How will you know from life!
I made everything available to you
For your childish years:
Go for a walk in the fields, bows!
Let's go... buckle up!"
І axis
At onukiv, I write notes;
For them, I save portraits of people,
Yaki were close to me,
I will command them the album - and quits
From the grave of my sister - Muravyovoy,
Collection of meteliks, flora of Chita
I see the edges of the tієї suvoroy;
I command them to wear a bracelet.
Let's keep yoga sacred:
At the gift of the squad, yogo vikuvav did
From the wet lancer prick ...
I was born, my love onuks,
Near Kiev, near a quiet village;
Kokhan's daughter I was with my family.
Our river is rich and old,
That my father pidnis yogo:
Give glory to the hero,
More expensive for vіtchiznu - not knowing anything
Fight, who does not love peace.
Working miracles, nineteen years
Vіn buv regimental commander,
Vіn muzhnistyu zdobuv i laurels overcame
I honor, shanovani light.
Yogo's military glory has begun
Persian and Swedish campaign,
But the memory of the new one was indescribably angry
With the great twelfth rock:
Here life was a thriving battle.
Like, they helped us with him,
І in the next month I don’t remember the number,
If it weren’t for the new one, they didn’t tremtili.
"Zakhisnik Smolensk" zavzhd in front
Deal with the unsafe…
Under Leipzig of wounds, with a coop in my chest,
Vіn I renew through having won,
So the chronicle of Yogo's life seems to be:
A number of commanders of Russia,
While our vicinity stands,
Wine will be memorable! Vitii
My father was covered with praise,
Yogo is called immortal;
Zhukovsky shoved yoga in a heaping stanza,
Russian leaders glorifying:
Under Dashkov's special masculinity fever
I sacrifice of a patriotic father
Sleeping sings. Viyskovy gift
Being in battles without rahunku,
Not by the strength of one enemy overcame
Your pride at the Veletensky fight:
0 someone was told that they had gone
Z vіdvagou genius vіyskovy.
Vіynoy turbovaniya, at the family's own
Batko didn’t interfere in anything,
Ale cool buv hour; mayzhe deity
Winning our mother,
I myself win the bindings to her.
We loved the old man - the hero.
When you finish your trip, in your garden
Vіn povіlno extinguished at rest.
We lived at the great pіdmіskom booth.
Having taught English to children,
Old vіdpochivav. I got into everything
What is necessary for rich noblemen.
And after the lessons I went to the garden
I slept all day without a turbo,
Father Yogo eagerly heard;
Bringing his notes to the end,
Reading in newspapers, magazines,
Piri setting; naїzhdzhali to dad
Sivi, yak vin, generals,
І shli neskіchennі superchki odі;
Tim danced for an hour.
Chi tell you the truth? bula i zavzhdi
At that hour, the queen of the ball:
The eyes of my important fire are black,
I black from blue
The scythe is great, and the blush is thick
On a smart, beautiful face,
І st my high, і gnuchky my camp,
І proud of the move - captivated
Todish reds: hussars, lancers,
They stood close to the police.
Ale, I heard reluctantly їhnya flattery ...
Father tried for me:
Chi not hour zamіzh? Adverbs already є,
We fought gloriously under Leipzig,
Yogo fell in love with the sovereign, our father,
I gave you the rank of general.
The elder is behind you ... and well done,
Volkonsky! Yogo ti bachila
On the royal look ... and in us vin buvav,
In the park, everyone hangs out with you! -
"Yes, I remember! Such a tall general..."
Vin himself! - The old man smiled.
“Dad! Vіn so little zі I said! -
I remembered, I blacked out.
You will be happy with him! -
cool virivishiv
Old, - I did not dare to recount.
Two days have passed - and I'm drunk
Standing with Sergius Volkonsky,
I didn’t know a lot about yoga, we’ll name it,
Not richly and as a person recognized, -
So little we lived under the cover of one,
So seldom did they fight one by one!
In distant villages, on winter posts,
The yoga brigade was scattered,
Її ob'їzhdzhav without interruption Sergiy.
And I fell ill at the same time;
Let's sweat in Odessa, for the joy of doctors,
I swam whole summer;
The collection of wines came for me there,
I hung out with him the other day
For the head quarters... and I'll start again!
As if I fell asleep,
Maizhe on a sweatshirt ce bulo):
“Get up! yaknaishvidshe know me the keys!
Fire up the fireplace! I huddled.
I looked: strizheny and blіdy vіn buv.
I flooded the fireplace quickly.
Three boxes of people carrying my paper
To the fireplace - and spitting quaverly.
Others, having read it quickly, hurry up,
Other throwing, not reading.
I helped Sergius, three
I glibshe at the fire of their shtovhayuchi.
Potim vіn saying: "We will go at once",
My hair is sticking out at the bottom.
Everything was soon put into us,
I lie, not saying goodbye to anyone,
Mi demolished on the road. We rode for three days,
Sergiy buv frowned, hurried,
Doviz to the father's sadibi mene
I once said goodbye to me.
Chapter II
“Got it!.. What did the brіdіst yogo mean
And all that has become of those nights?
Navischo wine without saying anything to the squad?
It was bad trapilos!”
For a long time I did not know peace that sleep,
Sumnіvi soul tormented:
“Whihav, gone! I'm alone! .. "
Rіdnі vtishali me,
Batko kvallivist yogo explaining
I am right-winged:
Curse the Emperor himself
Yogo s taєmnim,
Do not cry! You are like dilila with me,
Skidannya life Viyskogo
You know; Vіn soon turn back home!
Under the heart, the outpost is expensive
You wear: now beware of guilt!
Everything will be good, dear;
The hubby's team spent alone,
And zustrіne, hitayuchi child! ..
Too bad! Yogo's prophecy failed!
Flirt with the bad squad
I had a chance to
Not here - not under the cover of native!
Yak dearly koshtuvav me my miy pervestok!
I was sick for two months.
Tormented by the body, killed by the soul,
I know the nanny.
I asked about a person. - Don't fuck! -
"Chi peeing?" - I cannot wind the leaves. -
"And where is my father?" - I galloped off Petersburg. -
"And my brother?" - Having gone there. -
“My man didn’t come, I can’t wind the sheet,
I brother and father galloped, -
I said mother. - I'm going by myself!
Finish it off, let me check!”
I didn’t try to ask my daughter
Granny, I firmly got into my head;
I guessed that I would stay nothing
And everything that happened,
I clearly saw what happened to my man
It's not good to eat.
It was spring, along the river spills
I had a chance to pull the turtle.
I got the ice alive again.
Where is my man? - Dad, I asked.
Moldova has your man to fight. -
"Do not write wine? .." Looking frowningly
I viyshov dad ... Dissatisfied buv brother,
The servant muttered, zithayuchi.
I remembered that they are cunning with me,
Dbaylivo shchos prihovoyuchi;
Relying on those who need me calm,
They didn't let anyone in before me,
They honed me like a wall,
Newspapers didn't let me know!
I guessed: the person’s relatives have a lot of money,
I am writing - I thank you.
The days are passing by - not a word for them!
I'm crying, I'm wasting my energy.
There is almost no painful taєmnoї storm.
I sang my father an oath,
That I will not shed tears, -
I win, and dovkola everything was mumchalo!
Loving me tormenting my old father;
Skoda, having conquered grief ...
I recognized it, I recognized it all!
I read it in my own viroku,
What was the bіdniy Sergiy as a zmovnik:
They stood alert
Getting ready to fight to the skinnnya of power.
Youmu was given the same guilt,
What's wrong... My head was spinning...
I didn't want to see my eyes.
"Vzhe? .." - the words did not fit in the mind:
Sergiy - and shameless on the right!
I remember, a hundred times I read the virok,
Delving into the words fatal:
She died before her father, - with her father Rozmov
Calm me down, folks!
From the soul, an important stone has fallen.
In one I called Sergius:
Why didn’t you say anything to the squad?
Thinking, and then I vibrated:
“How is the moment of vin basicati? I was young
If you are separated from me,
I wore the same thing with my heart:
For the mother, that child was afraid! -
So I guessed. - Hai bida is great,
I have not spent everything in the world.
Siberia is so greedy, Siberia is far away,
Ale people live in Siberia!
All the night I burned, dreaming about those
Like I plecate Sergius.
Under early deep, mіtsnim sleep
She fell asleep - and got up badorishe.
Odzhalo nebara my health,
Buddy, I've been slacking off
I knew my sister - I nursed її
I recognized the rich rich!
Unfortunate people! .. "All the hour Sergiy
(Sister said)
At the v'yaznitsa; not bachiv
no relatives, no friends.
Yesterday I just chatted with him
Batko. You can take care of him:
If you have read the virok,
They dressed them in rags, took the crosses,
But they gave them the right to slap! .. "
I missed the row here.
Having left the traces of fatal,
Donin about the place to stink.
Don't know them better, folks.
I went to the fort to see my sister.
We came back to the "general"
Sweat us instilled General of the Year
The great gloomy hall.
“Dock, princess! we'll be right now!"
Bowing vvіchlivo to us,
Vin viyshov. From the door I did not open my eyes.
Khvilini were given as a birthday.
Kroki step by step zmovyval in the distance,
I flew after them with a thought.
I was given: they brought a bundle of keys,
I rusty doors creaked.
At the gloomy comirchini from the cold weather
Zmucheny in'yazen nudivsya.
"The team has arrived before you! .." Close to the guise,
Vіn all zatremtіv, pozhvavіshav:
"Druzhina! .." Corridor vin shvidko big,
Do not trust your hearing.
"Axis of wines!" the general said loudly.
I patted Sergius...
A thunderstorm swept over him.
Wrinkles appeared on the forehead,
Appearance was deadly pale, eyes
Not so brightly shone
Ale, there was more bulo in them, lower days have passed,
That quiet, familiar turmoil;
From the hvilin, the stench wondered drunkenly,
I shone with rapt radio,
It was given, looking at my soul...
I'm hot, crouching down to yoga breasts,
Ridala... Win hugging me and whispering:
There are outsiders here. -
Potim Vіn having said that it’s bad for you
Recognize the honesty of humility,
What, vtim, it is easy to endure in the pit,
I sprat
Adding ... By kіmnati important krokuvav
Svіdok: we were not happy ...
Sergius on his clothes showing:
Hello to me, Masha, with a new thing, -
I quietly added: - sensible and vibach, -
Eyes shone with tears,
Ale here the watcher caught a pidit,
Win stole his head low.
I said in a loud voice: “So, I didn’t check
Know you in what clothes.
I whispered softly: I understood everything.
I love you more, less earlier ... "
What work? I live in penal servitude
(Until my life is nabridne). -
You are alive, you are healthy, so why grieve?
(Aje hard labor will not separate us?) "
So axis yak ti! - Sergiy Kazav,
Illumination of yoga was fun.
Vіn vyyav khustka, poklav for vikno,
I gave my order,
Sweat, parting, Sergiev Khustka
I took it - my man was gone.
We are happy after the river separation
It was given a short time,
Ale scho bulo robiti! Our term is past -
I happened to have more checks.
At the carriage, the general put me down,
Happily want to get rid of.
I knew great joy in Khust:
Kissing yogo, patted
I'm a sprat of plums on one little piece;
Axis scho I, tremtyachi, read:
“My friend, you are free. Mindful - do not tell!
Mentally, I'm badyoriy i - bazha
My bachiti squad is like this. Goodbye!
I send little uklin…”
Bula near Petersburg is a great day
At the person; everyone knows - that yak!
I traveled to them, boasted for three days,
Sergius vryatuvaty blessed.
Batko saying: Why are you suffering, daughter?
I tried everything - marno!
I'm right: the stench already tried to help,
Prayer of the emperor is tearful,
Ale prohannya to the heart of yogo did not go.
I've been messing around with a man,
I hour arrived: Yogo was brought!
Like only one I lost,
I felt in my heart
What do you need me to hurry up,
Menі stuffy building batkіvskiy dіm,
I began to ask for a man.
Now we will report to you, friends,
My fatal victory.
All amicably and grіzno stood up together,
If I said: "I'm going!"
I don't know how I could stand up,
What have I suffered… God!
Bula z-pіd Kiev viklikana mother,
And the brothers came like this:
Batko “reason” me by punishing.
The stench changed, asked,
Ale, the Lord himself podkriplyuvav my will,
Їхні promotions її did not break!
And I had a chance to cry a lot and loudly.
If we got to offense,
Batko passed me by, throwing a request:
What did you care about? - "I'm going!"
Batko promoted ... the motherland promoted ...
I cried loudly in the evening,
Kachayuchi baby, I thought.
Raptom to enter the father, - I shuddered ...
I checked the storm, ale, sumny and quiet,
Having said vin cordially and succinctly:
Why are you false blood relatives?
What will happen to the unfortunate orphan?
What will be with you, my dove?
There is not a woman's strength needed!
Duremna your sacrifice is great,
You know there's more than a grave! -
I chekav vіn on vіdpovіd, i glance my catching,
Caress and kiss me...
I'm Vinny! I've got you covered! -
Viguknuv vin raptom, overwhelmed. -
Where is my mind? De buly eyes!
Our whole army already knew ... -
І tearing vin sive haired his own:
Vibach! Don't waste me, Masha!
Get drunk!
God knows how I stood up!
Leaning your head down to the new one on your shoulder,
"I'll go!" I quietly said...
Let's see!..
I raptom straightened up the old one,
Yogo's eyes shone with anger:
I repeat one thing your stupid language:
"I'll go!" Say it's not time
Where and now? You think ahead!
You don’t know yourself what the base is!
What is your head thinking?
Enemies ti, chi sho, vvazhaesh
І mother and father? Abo bad stink...
What do you have with them, how are you equal?
Look deeper into your heart,
Look ahead cold-blooded,
Think about it!.. I'll take care of you tomorrow... -
Pishov wine, threatening and angry,
And I, the ice is alive, in front of the holy icon
Fell - in a spiritual znemozi.
Rozdil III
Think! .. - I didn’t sleep for a whole night,
She prayed and cried a lot.
I god matir called for help,
For the sake of asking God
I thought I got into it: having punished my father
Think... it's not easy on the right!
Chi for a long time thinking about us - and virishuvav,
Did our life fly peacefully?
I started richly; trioma movami
Read. I was pomitna bula
At the front doors, at world balls,
Masterno dancing, roaring;
I could talk about everything,
I knew the music, I slept,
I navit miraculously cut the tops,
But I didn’t mind thinking.
I'm only the last, my twentieth river
I confessed that life is not a toy.
That in childhood, used to be, the heart shudders,
Yak grimne inadvertently garmat.
Lived well and freely; father
Zі me without saying Suvoro;
In the eighteen years I went to the wedding
I also didn't think too much.
The rest of my head
Pratsyuvala strongly, fell;
Uncertainty tormented me from the front.
If I famously recognized
Sergius stood before me without change,
Prison of torment, blіdy,
I have a lot of previously unknown addictions
Sowing at the soul of my bіdnіy.
I tried everything, but most
Zhorstoke is almost powerless.
I am the sky and strong people for the new
Prayed - marni zusilla!
I angered my soul sickness,
And I boasted shamelessly,
I was torn, cursing ... but there was no strength,
No time to think calmly.
Now I'm constantly thinking Mushu -
My father is so welcome.
Hai my will is always one,
Let every thought bezplidna,
I honestly vikonati batkivsky order
Virishilas, my dear.
Old Kazav: - You think about us,
My people are not strangers to you:
I mother, i father, i child, nareshti, -
You recklessly throw everything,
For what? - "I'm obov'yazok vykonuyu, tattoo!"
Why do you tell yourself
For flour? - “I will not suffer there!
Here the torment is terrible for me.
I’ll get drunk, I’m heard of you,
I'm sicker than separation.
I don’t know peace, no night, no day,
Riding over the poor orphan,
I'll keep thinking about my man
That chuti dokir yogo lagidnoy.
Wherever I go - on the faces of people
I will read my virok:
In my whisper - a story for my sake,
I guess at the smiley dokir:
What is my place not at the writing ball,
And in the distant desert gloomy,
De v'yazen of languor at the prison den
Tormented by a fierce thought,
Alone ... without support ... Shvidshe up to the new!
There only I can sing freely.
Shared joy with him
I am guilty ... So the sky is always welcome!
Vibachte, dear ones! My heart has long been
Mine showed a solution.
I firmly believe: God is out!
And you seem to be sorry.
So, I'm guilty of vibir virishiti
Mizh man and son - no more,
I'm going there, where I need more,
I go to the one who is in captivity!
I will fill my son in my native land,
You won't forget me without fail.
Let me tell you to be a little dad,
Sister youmu mother bude.
Vin is so small! And if pidroste
I am afraid of the mystery of knowing,
I believe: the fault of the mother is more sensible
І in the heart її is true!
Ale, I'll get rid of him ... and then
Vіn taєmnitsyu is known and asked:
“Navіscho you didn’t go for the poor dad? ..”
І word will I finish me?
Oh, better lie down in my grave with live bait,
How can a person be spared in the air
І in the future, the contempt of the call...
No no! I don't want contempt!
And maybe statisya - I'm afraid to think! -
I'll forget the first person
I am rooting for the minds of the new sim'ї
I will not mother my sin,
And the fierce stepmother?
Vibach me, bad vignanets!
Forget you! Nikoli! no way!
Your heart is the only one.
Old Man! you don't know what kind of dear wine I am!
You don't know Yogo! Spochatku,
At the glittering arm, on a proud horse,
Yogo in front of the regiment I bachila;
About the exploits of life yogo combat
Advice to comrades in battle
I listened eagerly - and with all my soul
I fell in love with the hero.
Pіznіshe I died in the new father
Little, narodzhennoy me.
Rozluka was burdened by this hour without a break.
Vin standing firmly under the storm.
You know, de mi poached again
The share did its will! -
I'll stop, I'll make the heart of a cohanna
At Vyaznitsa, I gave you a gift!
Duremno ink yogo hardening,
Vіn buv bezdogannіshiy, lower earlier,
I died yoga, like Christ...
At your prisoner's dress
Now you stand without change in front of me,
Great lagidnoy syayuchi.
Crown of thorns over Yogo's head,
Have a look - love is unearthly.
My dad! Mushu I sing yogo ...
I will die, sumuyuchi for a man.
Ty, obov'yazku servants, sparing nothing,
And teaching us the same ...
A hero who brings forth his blues
There, de mortal battle, -
I don’t believe that my daughters are poor
You yourself did not praise the decision!
Axis that I thought long night,
And so I spoke to my father.
Vin quietly saying: - God's daughter! -
I viyshov; frowning
And brothers and mothers... I went to hell...
Heavy days dragged on:
Yak gloomy walking dissatisfied father,
Other domestic pouts.
Nobody wants to help with joy,
Nі dilom; but I didn’t dream,
I spent a new night sleepless,
Liszt before the sovereign wrote
(At that hour, a bit began to roar,
What to turn Trubetskoy
3 roads punishing the sovereign. Try it out
I was afraid of such a share,
But the rumor is not true). The sheet was transported
My sister, Katya Orlova.
The tsar himself reassured me... Dyakuyu, I knew
I have a good word for you!
Vіn buv elegant and mily (Mikola
Writing in French.)
Having said the sovereign, how stingy that land is,
Where did I want to go,
How rude people are there, how hard life is,
Yak vіk mіy tendіtny i lower;
Potim having pulled (I didn’t understand raptom)
On those who turn to hopelessness;
My rіshuchіst, shkoduyuchi,
Cho, borg pokіrniy, do not spare a moment
An evil man... Don't laugh
Lean on something so high
Giving vin his allow;
Ale better hotiv bi, schob іz my son
I got stuck at home.
hvilyuvannya
I got sick. "I'm going!" For a long time
My heart didn't beat like that.
"I'm going! I'm going! Now it's gone!.."
I cried, I prayed hard.
Three days I'm far away
I took my way,
I pawned everything
I stocked up with a rich fur coat,
I just bought a kibitka.
Relatives marveled at my picking,
Mysteriously like a zіthayuchi;
Vіd'їzdu not vіriv nіhto іz sіm'ї...
I spent nothing
With a child. Bending over my son,
Laughter of a small child
Mem'yatati chanted; I played with him
Drukuvannya leaf fatal.
Grala and thought: “Bidny my sin!
You don't know what the hell you are!
Here is your share: you will prokineshsya alone,
Unfortunate! Fuck you mother!
I'm in the mountains, falling on yoga handles
In particular, I whispered, reciting:
"Probach, what do you need for your dad,
My bad, leave me guilty ... "
And win smiled; not thinking about sleeping,
Miluyuchis garni package;
Great and red tsey druk
Yogo bavila...
On a sweatshirt
Calmly and gently the child fell asleep,
Yogo cheeks declared.
From the beloved disguise of the eyes do not stare,
Pray for yoga colic,
I shot early.
I chose to take it.
I conjured my sister
Booty matir'yu sinovі.
Sister swore...
The wagon bula is ready.
Suvoro moaned my relatives,
Farewell was nіme.
I thought: "I died for this,
Everything is sweet, everything is dear
I’m spending… I don’t have a lot of money spent!..”
Mother seemed to be sitting calmly,
It was given, not now,
Sob donka vikhati dared,
І skin from the power, marveling at the father.
Sidiv vіn vіddalіk dejectedly,
Without promoting the word, without lifting the guise, -
It was blude and gloomy.
The rest of the speeches were carried into the wagon,
I was crying
Quite a lot of pain went right.
I hugged my sister
I hugged my mother. "Well, God save you!" -
I said kissing brothers.
The father was inherited, the stench mumbled.
The old one is moving, bewildered,
By clenched lips, by chola zmorshki
There were evil shadows.
I gave you an image to youmu
I knelt in front of him:
"I'm going! I want a word, I want a word, a tattoo!
Vibach your donka, for God's sake! .. "
The old one marveled at me
Thoughtfully, respectfully, suvoro
I, hands with a threat raising above me,
Ledve sensibly said (I tremtila):
Marvel! through the river turn back home,
Not those - damn it! .. -
I fell...
Section IV
“To finish, to finish the hugs and tears!”
I am strong - and the trio rushed.
"Goodbye, relatives!"
Chest frost
I parted from my father's house,
I raced without help for more than three days;
Shvidkistity choked me,
Vaughn was the best healer for me.
I soon rode to Moscow,
To sister Zinaida. Mila is smart
Bula is a young princess.
I knew the music! Yak slept out!
Mystetstvo їy bulo shrine.
Vaughn deprived us of a book of short stories,
Vikonanih graces of the lower,
Sings Venevitinov stansi їy spivav,
She sighs hopelessly;
Zinaida lived in Italy
І before us - behind the words of the poet -
"Brought the colors of the pure sky in my eyes."
Queen of the Moscow light,
Vaughn didn’t shy away from the artists, - life
Їm bulo at Zina at the vital;
The stench swayed, loved її
I Pivnichnaya was called Korinnaya...
We cried. Bula to the soul
My rіshuchіst is fatal:
“Cry, my bіdna! be fun!
Your frown has become like this.
How can I drive away the dark gloom?
How do we say goodbye to you?
And what the heck! lie down and sleep till evening,
And in the evening I rule the banquet.
Don't fight! everything will be in your taste,
My friends are not gulvisi,
Loved by your songs, we are sleeping,
We play love p'yesi ... "
In the evening, a call that I came,
Moscow already has a lot of people who know.
At that hour, our people are unhappy
The respect of Moscow was occupied by:
Choyno voiced the decision of the court,
Everything was n_yakovo and scary,
At the salons of Moscow, the same thing was repeated
One Rostopchin jar:
“Europe has a move, to become a pan,
Buntuє, - the speech is clear!
We have revolution zrobil nobility:
Shevtsi, what, did you want? .. "
I became the “heroine of the day”.
Not less of an artist, sing
All ruined our noble day;
Paradni, carriage train
Gremili; powdering your feathers,
Potomkin equal in litas,
A lot of tuzi-stars appeared
With a warm welcome;
Old stats-dames of the colossal yard
They put me in the hug:
"Yake heroism!.. It's time to go!.." -
I hit their heads to the beat.
Well, in a word, what was in Moscow bachnish,
What was visiting in it by the way,
All the evenings went to my Zini:
There were a lot of artists here,
Spivakіv-іtalіytsіv here I chula,
Who were famous,
The father of my comrade in service, friends
Boules here, killed by sum.
There were relatives here, who went there,
Where did I hurry myself
Pismennikov group, kokhanih todi,
Zi said goodbye to me in a friendly way:
Here the boules Odoevskiy, Vyazemskiy; boov
Sings nathnenny that dear,
Cousin's shanuvalnik, having rested early,
Before the hour of taking the grave.
I Pushkin is here bov ... I learned yoga ...
Win a friend of our childishness,
Yurzuf's wine is alive with my father.
At that hour, leprosy and coquetry
Laughed, balakali us, ran with him,
They threw one one with kvtami.
All our family went to Krimu,
I Pushkin destroying us.
We drove merrily. Axis nareshti
I burn, and the black sea!
Zvelіv stand for the crews of the father,
We walked here in the open.
Todi buv meni sixteenth rіk.
Gnuchka, the temple is not in litah,
Having left my own, I shoot forward
I rushed off with a curly-haired poet;
Without a drop
with a loose braid,
I will burn with the full sun,
I flew to the sea, - i bov in front of me
View of the peninsula coast of Krim!
I wondered around with a radiant glance,
I stribala, hauled from the sea;
If the tide is far away, I am a big man
I got to the very top,
If the tide has turned again
І hvili ridge stepped,
I hurried back through them,
And the whistle-blowers got me!
I Pushkin marveled ... and laughed that I
My slippers got wet.
“Move! go, my governess! -
I said suvoro ... (I hooked,
My feet got wet ...) Then I read
Onegina has wonderful rows.
I fell all over - I was satisfied with the bula ...
Now I'm old, so far away
Those red days! I won't take
What Pushkin at that hour zdavavsya
Let's get stuck with me.
but to tell the truth,
Who hasn’t succumbed to wine!
Ale, I'm guessing, I don't love anyone
Todi, krim Muzi: hardly chi
No more kohannya occupied yogo
Praise її that sadness ...
Yurzuf malovnichiy: at the luxurious gardens
Yogo valleys drowned
Bіlya nіg yogo sea, in the distance Ayudag.
Tatar khatins were hit
Until midday, the skel; vibigav grapes
On a steep vine covered,
I poplars stood unruly
That green string column.
We occupied a booth under an overhanging frame,
Sings to the beast crouched,
Vin showed us that I will share the pleasures,
Scho in the sea that burn zakohavsya.
Walking yoga trivali days
I was a leader of self,
The wines of the sea are often tiny at night.
Brave English lessons
At the Deer, my sister: Byron todi
Yogo borrowed superficially.
Sisters were trawling to retell each other
From Byron it's taemno;
Vaughn read me her try,
And then she tore and threw,
Ale Pushkin once said from this,
What Olena vіrshi folded:
Sings pіdbrav klaptiki pіd vіknom
I viviv all the right to the stage.
Lay the praises, we'll sweat later
Embarrassing the unfortunate Olen ...
Finished busy, went downstairs
І s with us shared the allowances;
Bіlya samoї terasi standing cypress,
Sings calling yoga a friend,
Under him, making yogo often svitanok,
Vin with him, going, saying goodbye ...
I was told that Pushkin followed
The tubular legend has lost:
“Before the nightingale litav sings at night,
Like the sky is crying moon,
І at once іz sing oi spіvav - i, spіvak
Listen, nature is calling!
Let's sweat the nightingale, - tell the people, -
Litav sudi sholita:
І fistula, і lamentation, і mute cry
To the forgotten friend of the poet!
Ale died singing - come and stop
Feathered spivak ... Povny grief,
From that hour, the cypress stood as an orphan,
Respecting the lesser protection of the sea ... "
Ale Pushkin glorifying yoga for a long time:
Tourists see yoga,
Sit under him and on the riddle of the new
Zapashnі g_lki zryvayut…
Our zustrich was summarily. sings
Humiliation with help grief.
Guessing wines and games of childish fates
At the distant Yurzuf over the sea.
Zalishivshy zvichny malignant tone,
With love, with tight, unskinned,
For the fate of the brother punishing wine
A friend of that life without a turbo!
I walked around the room for a long time,
I share my turbulence,
I remember, dear, that I have shown
So convey not the zoom:
“Go, go! You are strong in soul,
We have mercy on the patience of the wealthy,
Let your path of fatality peacefully move,
Don't let you be fooled!
Believe me, such spiritual purity
It’s not like the light is hateful!
Blessed is he who changes yoga vanity
On the feat of a kokhannya bezkorislivy!
What is light? ostogidly usim masquerade!
A new heart is callous and drowsy,
The new king has an eternal,
chill cold
I stick the truth with a stick ...
Vorozhnecha reconcile with a splash of rock,
Before the hour is called pereshkoda,
I you turn penaty batkіv
I blue home garden!
Tillyusche to feel at the sunken chest
Valleys of spadkovo malt,
Wee proudly look around the paths
I know joy again.
Yes, I believe! you will not have long to endure grief,
Tsar's wrath will not be eternal...
Ale, if you happen to die in the steppe,
Guessing you with a heart word:
Charming image in the two squads,
Yaka showed spiritual strength
I in the snow deserts of the Suvora region
Went early to the grave!
You will die, but your suffering is justified
Understand with living hearts,
I remember your great-grandchildren about you
Move not to end with friends.
Show them the stench, sighing in the soul,
Your unforgettable drawings,
I in the memory of the great-grandmother, who perished in the wilderness,
Drain more bowls!
Let the old marmur of the graves,
Chim a cross of trees near the desert,
Ale light Dolgoruky has not yet forgotten,
But Biron is nowhere near.
What am I?.. May God give you health and strength!
And there you can pamper yourself:
Meni Tsar "Pugachov" handing over the writing,
Pugach torment me godlessly,
I want to get better with him,
Meni buti in the Urals will happen.
I'll go in the spring, I'll sing more,
What is the way to get there,
I’ll wave to you, having crossed the Urals ... "
Sings writing "Pugachov",
Ale, in the distance, our snows did not shine.
How do you instantly stream the word?
I listened to the music, confusion is cleared,
I listened eagerly to sleep;
I didn’t sleep myself - I was sick,
I only blessed others:
“Think: I’m going out of dawn…
Oh, sleep, sleep! play!
I don't feel like music,
No piss… Let me hear a lot!”
And miraculous sounds flowed without end!
Urochisti psn_ farewell
The evening is over, - I don’t remember the face
Without embarrassment, without thoughts of summation!
Rice neruhomikh, suvorih old
Spent the cold shoves,
I look, what, it was given, the lights went out,
Glowing with tears.
Artists tried to change themselves,
I don't know the songs of charms
Tієї pіsnі-prayers for a good way,
Tієї bless the song ...
0, yak nathnenno roared stench!
Like they were sleeping!.. And they were crying themselves.
I skin saying to me:
"God take care of you!" -
Farewell to me with tears.
Rozdil V
Frosty. The road was that smooth
No gloom in the sky.
Frozen vusa, the beard of the coachman,
Throw wine at your hoodie.
Yogo's back, that hat's shoulders at the snow,
To wheeze wine, urging horses,
I cough the yoga horses in the big,
Deeply and importantly zіthayuchi.
Zvichayni see: great beauty
Empty Russian land,
Frowningly make noise construction foxes,
Giant shadows throwing;
Rivnini covered with diamond kilim,
The villages drowned in the snow,
Mining on the hillock the pomishchitsky booth,
Church domes shone...
Zvichayni zustrіchі: convoy without kintsya,
Natovp praying old ones,
Post, what to make up, the figure of a merchant
Buy a feather bed and pillows;
Execution truck! from a dozen days:
Heaped towels and backpacks.
Soldiers! Rіdky, bezsushie people,
Maybe, more recruits;
Sinkiv is seen off by male fathers
So mothers, sisters and friends:
"Show, lead the hearts of the police!" -
Dolinayut gіrkі stogіn.
Raising your fists over the coachman's back,
Shaleno to rush feld'jäger.
On the very road, having overtaken the hare,
Vusatiy Pomishchitsky Jäger
Waving across the river on a sprite horse,
Vidobutok at psiv vіdbivaє.
With our honor to stand aloof
Pomіshchik - khortіv klich…
Significant scenes: it was hell at the stations -
They bark, they squirm, they squirm.
"Well, chip!" Z vikon lads marvel,
Have a drink at the taverns;
At the smithy there is a brandy in the verstat,
Come out, covered with soot
Koval with baked pidkovoy in rutsi:
"Hey, lad, keep your savings! .."
At Kazan, I made the first halt,
She fell asleep on the hard sofa;
Z vikon hotell bachila ball
I, I confess, deeply sighed!
I guessed: the year is not great
Left until New Rock.
"Happy people! how fun they are!
They have peace and freedom,
Dance, laugh!.. but don't know me
Have fun ... I'm going to torment! .. "
It would not be necessary to allow such thoughts,
So youth, youth, onuki!
Here again they lapped me Trubetskoy,
What nibi її returned:
“But I’m not afraid - I’ll allow it with me!”
The anniversary has already broken ten,
Hour! I dressed. Chi ready coachman?
Princess, it’s better for you to check
Svitanok, - having respected the old watcher. -
Zaviryuha began to rise! -
"Oh! chi happen to try more!
I'll go. Shvidshe for God's sake! .. "
To ring a little baby, don't sway,
Posthuvati the cob strongly to the sides,
Hide in the ridges,
I don’t want to wind the driver’s back:
The hillock swept between us.
Trochy did not fall into my wagon,
The troika shied away and stopped.
My coachman groaned: “I added:
Chekati b! the road is gone!”
I sent the road to shukati the coachman,
She closed the kibitka of rogozhiv,
I thought: maybe, already pіvnіch is close,
The year-old spring was strangled:
Twelve struck! The river ended
I new to be born!
Vіdkinuvshi mat, I marvel ahead -
Like before, the zaviryuha spins.
Yaka їy on the right to our sorrows,
To our new rock?
I baiduzha until your anxiety
I reach your hundred, you scoundrel!
I have my own fatal tightness,
And with it I fight on my own.
I greeted my pit man.
“Wintering is not far here, -
Having said wine, -
daughter's svitanka we are in it!
Woke us up, woke us up
Yakihos poor fox watchmen,
They flooded the dark room.
Rozpovіd zhakhi inhabitant of forest,
That I forgot yoga fairy tales.
We had tea. Time for peace!
Zaviryuha grew stronger.
Lisnik chuckled, extinguished the night
І for help, stepson Fedі
Majestic two stones were rolled up to the doors.
"Navischo?" - Hello witches! -
Let's sweat on a naked bed,
Everything soon fell asleep at the watchman's,
I thought, thought ... lying in the cod
On frozen and hard matting.
Spatula merrily bliss:
I guessed our saints
The fires of the burning hall, the suites,
Gifts, healthy bowls,
І galaslivі promo, і caresses ... all around
Everything is dear, everything is dear -
Ale de Well Sergiy? .. I, thinking about the new one,
I forgot everything else!
I chewed up, like a hole-pit
Frozen at the vikno tapping.
Ledve light on the road us viviv lіsnik,
Ale pennies to take a look.
“It’s not necessary, dear! God bless you
Mіtsnіli frost in the world way
I soon became greedy.
Zovsіm I closed my wagon -
And it's dark, and terrible boredom.
What work? I'll tell you, I'm sleeping,
If you want to be skinny!
Let your heart rejoice, let the wind roar
І my way to bring in khurtovini,
Still, I keep moving forward!
So I rode for three days.
Yakos, feeling like a sodom,
I made my matting,
I looked: we are in a great village,
My eyes were blinded at once:
They burned riches according to my dear ...
There were villagers, villagers,
Soldiers - and a whole herd of horses.
“Here is the station: check sriblyanka, * -
Having said my coachman. - Mi pobachima її,
Vaughn, tea, go not far ... "
Siberia bolstered its wealth,
I'm glad bula tsіy zustrіchі:
“I am daughter of a sriblyanka!
Maybe
About the person, about ours I know.
With him an officer,
from Nerchinsk їhnіy way ... »
At the tavern I sit, I check ...
Uvіyshov young officer; vin smoking,
Win me without nodding your head,
Vin like proudly marveling and walking,
І axis I said with tight:
“You bachili, virno ... chi you see
Tі ... sacrifice breastfeeding ...
Healthy stinks? Yak im there?
I would like to know about the person ... "
Insolently to me, turning the veins of disguise.
Risi buli zlі ta suvori -
I, letting Dima Kilce out of the company,
Saying: - Perfectly healthy,
But I don’t know them - I don’t want to know,
I'm a little hard labor bachiv!
It hurts more than me, dear! Movchu…
Unfortunate! having formed me!
I left only
disdainful look,
With good luck, young man viyshov...
Bіlya rude here grіvsya like a soldier,
Curse my feelings
I kind word - not a barbaric smіh -
Know at his soldier's heart:
Healthy! - saying wine, -
I'm succesfull
Live near the Blagodatsky mine! ..
Ale here turned proud hero,
Hurry I went to the wagon.
Thanks, soldier! Kinda dear!
No wonder I recognized the cake!
I marvel at the vranci on the white steppe,
Feeling the sound of the sound of the sound,
Quietly I go into the wretched church,
Zmіshalas with NATO finished.
After listening to the obidnyu, I went to the priest,
She asked for a prayer service.
Everything was calm - NATO didn’t feel bad.
My grief has broken me!
Why are my styles depicted, Christ?
For what outside vkriti?
I rivers have long been tears that have accumulated.
Fell on solid slabs!
It was given, the people spread my sum,
Asking for God's Vignants...
Wretched, near the empty ruins of the temple!
I didn’t mind crying for a new one,
The fate of the sufferers, why pray there,
The murdered soul is not covered.
(Father Ivan, who served a prayer service
I so famously prayed
Let's sweat at the casemate as a priest
I have become close to us in soul.)
And at night the coachman did not trim his horses,
The mountain was terribly steep,
I flew with my wagon
From the greatest peaks of Altai!
In Irkutsk they rang for me,
Why was Trubetskoy tormented there ...
Baikal. Crossing - and such a cold,
Scho tears in the eyes froze.
Then I parted from my wagon
(Sanna road disappeared).
Meni Skoda її Bulo: I cried in it
I thought, thought a lot!
The road without snow is near the cart! Spersha
Vіz borrowed me
Ale, we will sweat without a bar, neither alive nor dead,
I recognized the privilege of the visa.
Recognized and hunger on which way,
Sorry, they didn't tell me
What is impossible to know here,
Here are the Buryats trimali.
Yalovichina to sleep on the sun stench
So we warm ourselves with tea
And that one from bacon! Lord save
Try it, dumbass!
Then, under Nerchinsk, they gave me a ball:
I'm a merchant toruvaty
In Irkutsk, remembering me, overtaking
І on my honor holy rich
Vlashtuvav… Dyakuyu! I'm glad bula
I savory dumplings that lazni.
And holy, like dead, she overslept everything
At the vital yoga on the sofa.
I didn’t know what the check was on me in front!
I ran straight to Nerchinsk,
I can't believe my eyes, - Troubetzka go!
“I caught up with you, I caught up with you!”
Stink at Blagodatsk! - I rushed to her,
Happy tears bastards...
At twelve versts my Sergiy,
I Katya with me Trubetska!
Chapter VI
Who knows the self-sufficiency of a distant path,
Whose companions - woe that zaviryuha,
To whom is it given to providence to know
The desert has an unexpected friend,
That our mutual joy of reason.
I got tired, I got tired, Masha! -
“Don’t cry, my poor Katya! Vryatuє
Our friendship is our youth!
We are one foal inextricably zv'yazav,
The share of us fooled one,
I rushed off the same sweat of your happiness,
In the yak, mine sank.
Let's walk hand in hand with an important path,
Like green bows went.
I offended your goddamned cross
We will be stronger alone alone.
What have we wasted? think sister!
Marnoslavism toys ... Not rich!
Now we have a good road ahead of us,
God's Way of Order!
We know humiliation, mournful people,
Ale, let's be with me in the quiet,
My lagidnistyu our pom'yakshim kativ,
We will overcome suffering with patience.
Support to die, weak, ill
We will be at the hated pit
I can't put my hands on it until we take it off
The home of love without chivalry!
Our sacrifice is pure - we all see
Obrancem to our God.
I believe I: we'll go through unshkodzhenno
All important our way ... "
Nature rushed to fight with itself
The day is clear, frosty and quiet.
Snows near Nerchinsk appeared again,
At the sleigh we swayed famously.
About rasslantsiv rosepovidav
Russian coachman
(Vіn knowing їх prizvischa navit):
On these horses I carried the mine,
That only in a different crew.
Mabut, the road is easy їm Bula:
Zhartuvali, laughed one to one;
My mother baked a cheesecake for me,
So I gave them a cheesecake,
Two kopecks were given - I didn’t want to take:
"Take it, boy, you need it ..." -
Bovtayuchi, vin alive in the village arrived:
Well, sir! where to stand? -
"Take us to the chief directly to the prison."
Hey, friends, don't give in the image! -
The head of buv tovst i, hey, suvory,
Having asked: for what kind of view?
“In Irkutsk they read instructions to us
I was appointed to Nerchinsk...”
Stuck, stuck, little blue, there! -
"From a copy, they gave us її ..."
What is a copy? with her you will fall into halepa! -
“From the king I sent you!”
Not knowing French in a vperty divak,
Do not believe us - smіh that flour!
“Do you want the king’s signature: Mikolo?”
Before signing, there is no way to do it,
Give Yoma from Nerchinsk papri!
I wanted to follow her
Ale vin voicing what to destroy himself
I will get the paperwork until the wound.
“So what is it?..” - Word of honor! And you
Korisnіshe vyspatisya bude!
I got away like a hati,
About tomorrow's early morning;
With the end of mica, low, without a trumpet,
Bula our hut is like that,
That I was sticking my head against the wall,
And at the door she rested her feet;
Ale tsі drіbnitsі we were funny,
Not those already traplyalos with us.
Mi together! now bi easily I carried
I naivazhchi flour ...
I threw myself early, and Katya was asleep.
I went to the village from the nudga:
Khatinki are the same, like ours, in number
Up to a hundred, they washed in a yard,
And the axis and staring at the gates of the booths!
They stood at the new guard.
Chi not here evil spirits? -
Here she went. -
"Where?" - To work, zvichano! -
Like children led me.
Beagle mi all - unbearably
I wanted a man to make a swish;
Vin is close! Vіn ishov here not long ago!
"You bachite їх?" - I asked the children.
Yes, bachimo! Sleep well!
He is a door ... marvel!
Let's go now
Farewell! .. - The boys flowed in.
І nemov pіd earth provіdnі doors
I bashed - and a soldier.
Suvoro marveling at the vartov, - baldly
At Rutsi Yogo shablya shone.
Chi is not gold, onuki, and here it helped,
I want gold!
She asks for a word from her breasts!
Just a few. I want to say
To you, Russian people!
Dorosi, Vignanni, why I didn’t,
All important hour
People! I badorishe with you carried
My unbearable loader.
Give a lot of sorrow to you fell to the ground,
You share other people's sorrows,
I de my tears are ready to fall,
Yours has long since fallen there!
You love the unfortunate, Russian people!
Suffering gave birth to us.
“You don’t lie at the convict’s own law!” -
They spoke to me in Batkivshchyna;
ale kind people I chimed in there,
On the last step of the fall,
Please speak to us in your own way
Zlochintsі Danina povaga;
Me with my inseparable Katya
They chirped with a satisfied smile:
“You are our angels!” For our people
The lessons of the stink were victorious.
More than once, I was greedy by giving s pidlogs
Potato kolodnik branded:
“Eat! hot, at once from the ashes!
Garnoy bula baked potatoes,
Ale breasts and now nudgue,
When I guess about the new one.
Accept my low uklin, bіdolahi!
I am sending you a blessing!
Thank you!
For us simple people,
Ale bitterness in the bowl is not pіdliv nіhto,
Nobody - from the people, relatives!
The Wart’s gave up on my ridanny.
Yak god yoga I asked!
Svіtilnik (rіd torch) vіn zasvitiv,
I entered into the pit
I for a long time descended lower and lower; sweat
I went through a deaf corridor,
Ledges yshov vin: dark bulo in the new
I stuffy; de cvil vizerunkom
lay; de softly flowed water
I glassed down with kalyuzhas.
I chula sharudinnya; the earth is different
Breasts zі stіn fell;
I swam with terrible yami at the walls;
It was given, so are the roads
Vіd them rozpochinalis. I forgot the fear
Shvidko carried my legs!
I raptom I felt the cries: "Kudi,
Where are you? Want to get in?
Women are not allowed to walk!
Turn back smarter! Check!”
My beda! apparently, chergovy priyshov
(Yogo Vartovy was so afraid),
The noise of soft rocks approaching.
What work? I blew out the tar. Forward
Navmanna lost her life in darkness...
Lord, if you want, go everywhere!
I don't know how I didn't fall
How did I not lose my head there!
Share protected me. Povz
Zhakhlivih cracks, failures and pits
God viviv me neushkodzhenno:
I swayed lightly in front,
There the little star shone.
І viletiv radio cry from the breasts:
"Into the fire!" I crucified...
I took off my fur coat ... I run to the fire,
How God saved my soul!
Zlyakany kіn, sho having spent at the quagmire
So tear, pobachivshi land.
And it became, dear ones, bright and bright!
I bounced back:
Like an area ... and shadows on it ...
Whoo...hammer! robot, ruh...
There are people! Chi cheer less stink?
The figures became more distinct…
The axis is closer, the lights blinked stronger.
Maboot, I was thrashed.
I htos, standing on the very edge,
Wiggling: “Chi is not an angel of God?
Marvel, wonder! - Aje mi not in paradise:
Cursed mine similar
Hell! - others said, laughing,
I swept to the edge,
I approached swiftly. wondering
Steeply stench checked.
"Volkonska!" -
raptom shouting Trubetskoy
Get off me; I was lifted by an arrow!
All people know Buli:
Sergiy Trubetskoy, Artamon Muravyov,
Borisov, Prince Obolensky ...
A stream of heart, suffocated slіv,
Praise of my woman's goodness
Bula I'm pissed; tears flowed
According to their guise, we will increase the share ...
Ale de f my Sergiy? “They have already sent for him,
Didn't die more than happy!
Finish the lesson: three pounds of rudi
Mi a day is far away for Russia,
Yak bachite, we were not driven in by the right!
Were so merry
Zhartuvali, but I pіd funіїїх
I read a lot of stories
(I was new to kaidans on them,
What to shackle them - I did not know) ...
Zvestkoy about Katya, about the sweet squad,
I woke up Trubetskoy;
All the leaves, fortunately, were with me,
Greetings from the native land
I hastened to pass them on. Mіzh team
Downstairs, the officer was getting angry:
“Who should go and accept? Where and now
Oglyadach looks up?
Sir! Guess my word
Get out!.. Hey, go, devil!
Live!.. (Ale, without introducing anyone ...)
Get in, get out to death!
Let me get down! so what are you?..”
Mustache went deep... Zvіdusіl
Beagle before us frowned children in'yaznitsy,
Marvel at the unbelievable diva.
The stinks paved my way in front,
They wore their boots…
Znaraddya underground robots on the way,
Fail, the humpbacked me zustrichali.
The robot boiled under the sounds of kaidans,
Pіd pіsnі - a robot over the abyss!
Knocked in the chest spring digging
І spade and hammer of springs.
There, I wear a yazan crocodile on the deck,
Mimovoli I shouted: “Quiet!”
There they led a new mine near the mud,
There people fought more
By hitki pіdpori ... Yakі pratsі!
Yaka vіdvaga!.. Vibliskuvali
Mistsy zdobuti shaved rudi
I generously denounced Danina ...
Raptom htos vyguknuv: “Go win! go!”
Having cast aside the expanse of the eye,
I didn’t fall a little, rushing forward, -
The ditch was in front of us.
"Hush, hush! Already sweat
We flew over a thousand versts, -
Having said to Trubetskoy, -
schob on the mountain us usim
At the ditch bend - white mete?
I for the hand mіtsno me vіn trimav:
"Scho bulo b, yakbi ve fell?"
Sergiy hurried, but quietly croaked.
Eyes gloomy sounded.
Yes, lancers! Cat not forgetting anything
(Oh, vengeful boyaguz and tormentor!), -
Ale lagidny vin buv, like the one who chose yoga
I will take my buyer.
They parted before him, saving the move,
Working people that watchman ...
І os vіn pobachiv, pobachiv me!
I stretched out my hands to me: "Masha!"
I became, znesleny nache, in the distance ...
Two scammers did yoga.
Tears flowed down the pale cheeks of Yogo,
Stretch out your trembling hands.
Mittevo sent an update,
Vіdradu, nadіyu, zabuttya torments,
Batkivskoy threaten to forget!
And with a cry of "I'm going!" I was running wild
Ryanuvshis unsupported hand,
Vuzkoy doshkoy over the yawning moat
Nazustrich to the summoning sound...
"I'm going! .." I strengthened my caress
You tried it with a smile.
I lost my soul... and my soul
It felt a little bit holy.
I'm only now, at the fatal mine,
Feeling greedy sounds
Having put a put on my man,
Fully understood yoga flour,
And the power of yoga... and readiness to suffer!.. **
Mimovoli in front of him I cheated
Kolіna - i, persh nizh cholovіka hug,
I put the shackles to my lips!
God sent a quiet angel
At the underground mine - mittevo
І homin, і gurkіt robіt zamovk,
I died silent roar,
Aliens, their own - with tears in their eyes,
Shvilyovanі, blіdі, suvorі.
They stood for a long time. On unsteady legs
Not far from the sound of confusion,
And in a second, the hammer struck.
Everything is quiet - no song, no move.
It was given
what skin is here from us diliv
І hirkota, and happiness zustrіchі!
Holy, holy Bula silence!
Yakiy high sum,
Like a urochist thought of spovneniye.
“Have you lost everything?” -
Raptom from below, doling out a naughty cry.
The watchman will show up.
“Go! - saying with tears of the old. -
Navmisne I, sir, sign,
Now go. Hour! Take away!
The bosses are cool people ... "
І nibi from paradise I went down to hell.
І tіlki ... і tіlki, dear!
In Russian, an officer vilayav,
At the bottom of the check at trivozi,
And to the beast me a man in French, saying:
"Let's take care, Masha, - in sharpness! .."
PRINCESS TROUBETSKA
Part of perch
Calm, calm and light
Surprisingly blessed vіzok;The count-dad himself more than once, not twice
Yogo having tried first.Six horses were harnessed to the new one,
Likhtar in the middle of yoga was set on fire.The count himself corrected the pillows,
Vedmezhu empty at the feet of the pillars,Say a prayer, icon
Hanging on the right sideI - crying ... Princess-daughter
Kudis їde tsієї nights ...
“So, tear my heart navpіl
One to one, ale, dear,
Tell me, what are we to do?
Chi help tight!
One who could help us instantly
Now… Probach, probach!
Bless my dear daughter
Let the world go!
God knows what we'll do again,
Too bad! no hope.
Probach and know: your kohannya,
The rest of your command
I remember deeply
At a distant boci…
I don't cry, but it's not easy
Separate me from you!
Oh, God bless! .. Ale borg іnshiy
І more important,
Call me ... Probach, dear!
March no tears!
My distant way, my important way,
My fate is terrible
Ale, I put on my breasts.
Write - I'm your daughter!
Vibach and ty, my native land,
Vibach, unfortunate land!
І ti ... about the fatal place,
Nest of kings... farewell!
Who is bachiv London and Paris,
Venice and Rome
You won’t calm down that close,
Ale bov ti me kohani -
Happy my youth
Passed in your walls,
I loved your bali
Katanna with gir cool,
I loved the glimpse of your Nevi
In the evening silence
I flatten myself in front of her
With a hero on horseback.
Don't forget me... Let's go, let's go
Tell our boo...
And you be curses, gloomy booths,
De perchou quadrille
I danced... That hand
Let me burn my hand.
Rejoice.......................
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Calm, mimicry and light,
Roll around the cart.All in black, deathly pale,
The princess is alone in the new,And the secretary of the father (at the crosses,
Shchab induce expensive fear)With servants gallop ahead.
Fistula with a whip, shouting: "Fall!"Coachman the capital of proishov.
Distant princess way lying,Bula Suvora winter.
At the skin station itselfGet out more expensive: "Shvidshe
Harness your horses!"I siple with a generous hand
Red servants of Yamsk.Ale important way! Do twenty day
Well they came to Tyumen,We rode for ten more days,
“Let’s keep the Yenisei out of the way, -Having told the princess the secretary, -
Don't ride like that and sir!..”_____
Forward! The soul is tight,
The road is everything
Ale, mrії peaceful and lung -
I dreamed of youth.
Wealth, bliss! high booth
On the birch of the Nevi,
Obbiti descend with kilim,
Before the exit of Levi,
Vitonchenno priprirany food hall,
Fires all burn.
Oh joy! nі childish ball,
Chu! make up music!
Їy lines of red wove
Two Russians have braids,
Kviti, branny brought
Unstained beauty.
Priyshov tato - sid, rum'yan, -
To the guests її cry.
"Well, Katya! amazing sundress!
Vіn usіh z rozumu zveda!
Їy love, love without cordons.
spin around in front of her
Kvіtnik z darling childish osіb,
Heads and Kucheriv.
Shaky children, like a life,
Dressy old:
Plumazhі, lines and crosses,
Z ringing heels.
Dance, shoot a child,
Not thinking about anything,
I childishness of Shvidka zhartom
Sweep ... Sweat
The last hour, the last ball
Їy dream: in front of her
Stand young red,
Vіs shchos їpoche їy ...
Let's sweat again bali, bali.
Vaughn - Mr. ikhnya,
They have dignitaries, post,
Everything is fashionably light with them ...
"Oh honey! why are you so gloomy?
What is on your heart?
“Child! less boring worldly noise,
Let's move faster, let's move!I axis went out
With his pattern.
In front of her is a wonderful country,
Before her is the eternal Rome.
Oh! chim bi life guess us -
Don't have quiet days
If, having snatched a yakos
From my fatherland
I tedious pіvnіch passed,
Let's rush to pivden.
Before us, consume, above us maє ration
No one ... Himself-friend
Zavzhd less for tim, who is dear to us,
We live like we want;
Today we marvel at the ancient temple,
And tomorrow we see
Palace, ruins, museum.
Yak fun before
Share your thoughts
With kohanoy istoto!Under the charm of beauty,
Vlad has suvorih thoughts,
Vatican tinyaesh ti
Humiliation and frown;
Vidzhilim light of ablutions,
Do not remember about life.
Then yak terribly hostile
Let's sweat it in pershu,
When you leave the Vatican
Turn around at the living world,
De irzhe donkey, make noise fountain,
Spivaє maistrovy;
Trade chewing gum to boil,
Scream in all directions:
Koraliv! shells! smart!
Freezing water!
Dance, eat, beat the goal,
Satisfied with myself
I braid black yak pitch
The Romans are young
Stara Cheshe ... Spekotny day,
Innocent black din,
How can we know that calmness?
We go to the first temple.Not a strange life noise here,
cold, quiet
І napіvtemryava... Suvorih dum
I know the soul is awakened.
Holy and angelic natovpom
Temple of embellishments,
Porphyry and jasper under the foot
I marmur on the walls.Like licorice hear the noise of the sea!
You sit by the year,
Neglect, badorian rozum
Practice at the same time.
Until the sun with a girsky stitch
Climb high -
What an early morning before you!
How easy it is to breathe!
Ale spekotnishe, spekotnishe pivdenny day,
On the green of the valleys
No dewdrops ... Pіdemo pіd tіn
Umbrella pins...Princesses remember those days
Walks and conversations
The soul was deprived of stench
Unforgettable next.
But do not turn back the days of the past,
Quiet days above and beyond,
Yak do not turn potіm about them
Tears shed by her!Raiduzhnі dreams arose,
In front of her are a number of paintings.
Clogged, driven edge:
Suvoriy Pan
І Zhalugidny worker-man
With a gloomy head...
Like the first panuvati sound!
How does the other work!
Їy act in a group of bіdnyakіv
On the fields, on the bows,
Їy take off stogіn burlakіv
On the shores of the Volz.
Spoiled by a naive zhakh,
Vaughn do not eat, do not sleep,
Zasipati companion won
Hurry up with requests:
“Tell me, isn’t the whole region like this?
Are you satisfied with the silence? .. "
- You are in the kingdom of zhebrakiv and slaves! -
A short bula vіdpovіd…Vaughn threw herself - a dream at the hand!
Choo, a little ahead
Sumny dzvin - shackle dzvin!
"Hey, coachman, shave!"
That sent a party to go,
Ailment filled her chest.
Princess pennies їm give, -
"Dyakuyu, kind way!"
Їy dovgo, dovgo disguise їх
Sweat mirkayutsya,
I do not drive away your thoughts,
Chi do not forget sleep!
“And that party was here ...
So… there are no other ways…
Ale next їх zavіryuha hushed up.
Hurry up, coachman, faster! .. "
_____
The frost is strong, the desert path,
Chim gave Skhid;
Three hundred miles away
Wretched place,
Then, as a joyful marvel
On the dark row of houses
Ale de OK people? Silence everywhere
Don't feel a little psiv.
I will cover everyone, driving away the frost,
Seagulls like nudgi p'yut.
Proyshov soldier, having passed visas,
Curanti here b'yut.
Vikna froze ... vognik
Mining in one troch ...
Cathedral ... on the sight of the prison ...
The coachman waved his baton:
"Hey you!" - I don't know the place,
The rest of the alarm clock...
To the right - burn that river,
Livoruch dark forest.Boil ailments, languor rozum,
Sleepless to the wound
Sumy heart.Change of thoughts
Painful swede:
Princess bachit then friends,
Then I’ll frown in the tongue,
I immediately give up їy -
God knows why
What are the sky dawns - piskom
shriveled leaf,
And the month - with red sealing wax
Vіdtisnuty gurtok.Burned up; started
Rivnina without kintsya.
More dead! Don't shoot an eye
Live tree.
"A axis and tundra!" - seems
Coachman, Buryat Steppe.
Princess respectfully marvel
I think hard:
This is a greedy person
Go for the gold!
It will lie along the riverbeds,
It hurts during the day.
An important vidobotok on the river,
The swamps are terrible in the speck,
Ale hirshe, hirshe in the mine,
Deep under the earth!
There is deathly silence
There is no darkness there.
Come on, damn the country,
Do you know Yermak?
_____
Dark night descended,
I am zіyshov month.
The princess did not sleep for a long time,
Heavy thoughts spawned ...
I fell asleep ... Bashta dream їy ...
Get out of the beast;
Know the place in front of her
hvilyuєtsya, make noise;
Run to the great square
Indefinite natovpi:
Official people, merchant people,
Raznoschiki, popi;
clear drops, oxamite, shovk,
Casings, vіrmeni ...
Already standing there, a regiment,
More shelves came
More than a thousand soldiers
It's gone. Wow "hooray!" scream,
Gosh chogos check.
The people barked, the people pozihav,
Hundreds of minds
What to do here.
Then, having smiled in the nose,
slyly squinting eyes,
Known from the storms Frenchman,
Capital kuafer.Caught up with new police:
"Surrender!" - Tim scream.
Vidpovid їm - kuli ta bagneti,
I don't want to say hello.
Like a brave general,
Vletivshi in cars, threatening becoming -
Yogo was carried from the horse.
The next one, approaching the lavas:
“Forgiveness the king grants you!”
They killed him.The metropolitan himself appeared
With korogvami, with a cross:
"Repent, brother! - say -
Fall before the king!
The soldiers heard, christened,
Ale Bula was friendly:
"Go, old man! pray for us!
You can’t do it here…”They brought harmony,
The king himself commanded: “pa-li! ..”
Buckshot whistle, core roar,
People fall in rows.
“Oh, love! are you alive?..”
Princess, having consumed memory,
Forward rushed and strimgolov
Fell from the heights!In front of her is Dovgy and Syria
Underground corridor
At the skin door vartovy,
Mustache doors on constipation.
Surf hvil similar splash
Sounds a little її;
Useeredin - bryazkit, towel blisk
At the light of the lights;
So in the distance the noise of the rocks
І dovgy domіn vіd them,
So cross-bіy year,
Those screams of the guards ...With keys, old and gray,
Vusatiy is a disabled person.
“Come, summarily, follow me! -
It seems quiet. -
I'll take you to the next
Vіn alive and neushkodzheny ... »
Vona trusted you,
Vaughn followed him.Long gone, long gone... Nareshti
Doors creaked - and raptom
In front of her is wine... a living shrine...
In front of her is a vicious friend!
Falling on the chest of youmu, won
Hurry up to ask:
“Tell me, why are you robiti? I am strong
I can take terrible revenge!
Distance of masculinity in the breasts,
Ready hot,
Chi ask for the need? .. "-" Do not go,
Do not eat kata!”
- "Oh honey! What did you say? Sliv
I don't hear yours.
That is the terrible beating of the year,
Those are the screams of the warts!
Is there a third one between us?..”
- "Naїvne your request."
"Hour! breaking the hour!" -
That "third" said ...
_____
The princess shuddered - to marvel
glare all around,
Їy zhah heart krizhane:
Not everything here was a dream!Month of Pliv in the middle of heaven
Without glare, without change,
Livoruch buv gloomy fox,
Right hand - Yenisei.
Dark! Nazustrich no souls,
The coachman on the goats slept,
Hungry vovk near the forest wilderness
Stunned piercingly,
That wind fought and roared,
Roaring on rivers,
That foreigner is sleeping here
My marvelous.
Suvorim sounding pathos
Nevidoma language
I poured more heart,
Like a gull cry in a storm ...The princess is cold; at that nich
The frost is unbearable,
Forces fell; їй impromptu
Fight more of them.
Rozum zhah opanuvav,
Why don't you get to her.
The coachman hasn't slept for a long time,
Without urging the horses
The front trio is not a bit.
“Hey! chi alive ti, coachman?
What is the castle? don't you dare sleep!
- "Do not fight, I sound ..."Fly ... From the frozen vikna
Nothing is visible
Unsafe wife's dream out,
Ale, don’t drive yoga away!
Win the will of a woman of ailments
Mittevo pidkoriv
I, like a charmer, at the edge of another
Її relocated.
That land - Vіn їy already know, -
Like before the bliss,
I warm with sleepy changing
I licorice spіvom hvil
Її vіtav, like a friend ...
Where not to marvel:
“So, tse - pіvden! so, hello! -
Everything seems...No haze in the black sky,
The valley is all in squares,
Everything is flooded with sun, for everything,
Down in the mountains
Druk can be beautiful
Radie all on the spot;
Їy sun, the sea is that life
They sing: "So - tse pivden!"At the valley between the lancers gir
I by the black sea
Vaughn fly at full speed
With his pattern.
Their road is a rose garden,
Fragrance flows from the trees,
Burn on the skin tree
Rum'yaniy, food plaid;
The crisis of the dark nights sees through
The azure of the heavens and the waters;
Ships lunar on the sea,
Vitrila blink,
And burn, visible in the distance,
Go to heaven.
Yaki wondrous farbi їkhni! For a year
The rubies were there,
Now the topaz has sparkled
Along the white ridges.
Axis of a vyuchny mule go Crocom,
In buboes, in quitas,
Behind the mule - a woman with wine,
With a cat in hand.
Vaughn shout to them: "Good way!" -
I, laughing with a rapt,
Throw shvidko їy on the chest
Quote... yes! tse pivden!
The land of ancient, smaglyavih div
І eternal Troyand krajina…
Chu! melodic tone,
Chu! the music is awesome!
“So, tse pіvden! so, hello!
(Sing my good dream.)
I am making love to you, friend,
I’ll call you a free wine!..”
Part of a friend
It's been two months already
Unchanged day and night at the doroziTo the marvel of blissful vіzok,
And all the way is far away!The princess' companion is so exhausted,
What happened to the Irkutsk sickness.Її in Irkutsk zustrіv himself
Head of mischief;
Like a dry power, like a straight club,
High and gray.
I pulled yoga doha from my shoulder,
Under her - cross, uniform,
On the capelus - pir'ya pivnya.
Honorable Brigadier,
Throwing himself behind the coachman's shaft,
Quickly pidskochiv
І doors of the checkpoint
Princess Vіdchiniv...
Princess
(enter to the station booth)
At Nerchinsk! Put the swede in!
Governor
Come, I will instruct you.
Princess
Order me to give me horses!
Governor
Please help the year.
Our road is so bad
You need to read…
Princess
I give you! I am strong.
Not far from my way.
Governor
All the same, it will be eight hundred miles,
And the smut famously:
The road is higher there,
Unsafe ride!
Two words you need to say
On service, and before that
Mav I'm happy count of the nobility,
Sim rokiv serving for the new.
Your father is a dear person
By heart, by mind,
Zakarbuvavshi in the soul of navіki
Vdyachnist to new,
Before Yogo's Daughter Services
I'm ready... I'm all yours...
Princess
Ale, I don’t need anything!
(Opening doors in blue)
Chi ready crew?
Governor
Until I punish
Do not serve yoga.
Princess
So punish! I bless...
Governor
Ale є zachіpka here:
With the rest of the mail sent
Paper…
Princess
What does he have:
Chi do not turn around chi am I guilty?
Governor
So, it would be better.
Princess
And who is it that gave you and about what
Paper? what - there
Zhartuchi chi over dad?
Vіn mustache dominating himself!
Governor
Ni ... I don’t dare to harden ...
Ale way is far away.
Princess
So what is it for nothing and balakati!
Chi ready my vіzok?
Governor
Princess
Hi! sho one time virisheno -
I swear to the end!
It's funny to tell you me,
How I love dad
How to love. Ale borg іnshiy,
I higher and holier,
Call me. My tormentor!
Let's have horses!
Governor
Allow me. I'm good on my own
Cho dear schogodini,
Ale chi good to you,
Who checks on you?
Our side is free
And that one is more bіdnisha,
Shorter than ours there is spring,
Winter is more dovsha.
So, in the spring months it is winter
There - you know?
There people are rіdkіsnі without a brand,
I tі heartless soul;
At will nispor around
There are less varnaki;
Zhakhlivy there is a prison booth,
Deep digs.
You can't get with a man buti
Khvilini vich-on-vich:
At the barracks, sleepy life is required,
And zha: bread and kvass.
Five thousand convicts there,
Embittered share,
Start beaters at night,
Beating and rozbіy;
Short їм i terrible judgment,
Hell no judgment!
I ve, princess, always here
Svіdkom... So!
Believe me, you will not be harmed,
Don't look at anyone!
Let your man go - wine wine ...
And you endure ... for what?
Princess
You'll be greedy, I know
The life of my man.
Let me be mine
Don't do it for the new one!
Governor
Alevie will not live there:
That climate you vb'є!
I'm going to goiter you,
Don't ride ahead!
Oh! why should you live in such a country,
De show in people
Not at times - saw krizhanim
Come out of the nostrils?
De darkness and cold tsiliy rіk,
And in short specs -
Non-drying pains
Skidlivy bet?
So ... Terrible edge! Call get out
Live and live the forest,
When it's night
Hang over the edge...
Princess
People live in that region
I'll call you hot...
Governor
Live? Ale your youth
Guess... child!
Here mother is snowy water,
Having given birth, omie donka,
Little wicked storm of weather
Lulling all nothing,
And wake up the wild beast, richachi
Near the fox hut,
That blizzard, crazy knocking
At the vikno, like a domovik.
From deaf forests, from empty rivers
Taking your danina
Zmіtsnіla tubіlna lyudina
With nature in battle,
And you?..
Princess
Let death be recognized to me -
Don't mess with me!
I'm going! I'm going! I am guilty
Near the person to die.
Governor
So, you will die, but I will die
torment the one
Whose irrevocably head
Gone. For new
Please don't go there!
More tolerant of one
Having languished in the heavy work,
Come to your vault,
Come - and lie down on a naked pidlog
I with stale breadcrumbs
Fall asleep ... and a good dream comes -
I v'yazen becoming king!
Letyachi dream to relatives, to friends,
Having pampered yourself
Throw wine, until the day's work
I badory, and my heart is quiet,
What about you?.. don't know about you
Yomu happy dreams,
At your own vіn usvіdomluvatime
The reason for your tears.
Princess
Oh!.. Take care of the words
You are better for others.
All your cakes do not win
Evil from my eyes!
Having left the fatherland, friends,
beloved father,
Having taken a house in my soul
Vikonati until the end
My obov'yazok - I will not bring tears
Cursed in the pit -
I am pride, pride in a lie,
I will give you the strength!
Nehtuvannya by our kats,
Truthfulness
You will be a faithful support to us.
Governor
Wonderful dreams!
Ale їх distance five days.
Do not povіk same you sumuvat?
Trust me,
Want to live.
There is stale bread, yaznitsya, slander,
Need and eternal gnat,
And there bali, glittering door,
Freedom is that shana.
How to know? Maybe God knows...
Suitable for others
The law will not spare you the right.
Princess
Move!.. My God!
Governor
So, I tell you
Turn around more quickly at the world.
Princess
Dyakuyu, yakuyu
For your good pleasure!
І if there is an earthly paradise,
And ninі tsey paradise
With my strong hand
Cleaned up Mykola.
There people rot with live bait -
Walking drones,
Choloviki - zbіgovisko Iud,
And women are slaves.
What do I know there? hypocrisy,
I'm shattered by honor
Naked filthy celebration
I'll take it easy.
Hі, have tsey virubany lіs
Don't lure me
De buli dubi to heaven,
And nі nі wash!
