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Alexander Pushkin. Poems and epic
TO MY FRIENDS
God bless you
Golden days, golden nights,
Humorous girls have their eyes on you
Sinchkov's look is heart-warming.
Play, sing, my friends!
Glorious evenings are fleeting, momentary.
Happiness is silent without worry
Smile with glasses.
1816
KAZAK
One trip at midnight
Between fog and darkness,
Walk along the river in silence
Chapani Cossack seclusion.
A black man on the forehead,
His coat is covered in dust.
The pistol is on the side, on the edge,
The sword hit the ground.
Loyal horse, bridle case
Step by step;
A long road like a wave
The rest of the distant ones.
Meet a couple of houses,
Fallen wooden wall;
Roads to the village,
This is a thick birch grove.
"A girl who cannot be found in the forest,–
Left-handed Denis thought, –
The beauties are at home this time
Those who do not walk at night are alone."
Shake the bridle, grain,
Heel-to-heel, then,
A horse is like an arrow,
Towards the wooden houses.
The moon shines in the clouds
In the distant sky;
The fire is burning through the window
Beautifully gloomy and lonely.
A brave man sees a beautiful girl;
His heart is pounding.
The horse turns the trail to the left -
And the window knocks.
"The night is getting darker,
The moon is hidden in the night.
Be quick, beautiful, look
Give water to my horse.”
"No! To the young man
I'm afraid it's close
I'm afraid to leave the house,
He gave water to your horse.
“Oh! Of course, beautiful girl,
Be friends with him!”
"Night is a danger to beauty."
"My happiness! Don't be afraid sir!
Believe, bekajan, it is enough;
Throw away the false fear!
Takes as much time as gold;
Come, of course, start the journey!
Kill Bedov, you
Far away, of course;
You will be happy with me:
If there is a friend, everywhere is paradise."
Salty girl netar? He got used to it
Conquered by fear, evildoer;
He would go together now,
He was lucky to be a Cossack.
He wandered around the world.
They loved each other, of course;
It's been two weeks
Betrayal in three weeks.
1815
THE WINDOW
Recently, one evening,
A belt of misty desert.
As it floats on its way,
I saw a girl - beyond the window.
Kills alone in thought,
Entikadi, there is something in the heart,
Worry in the eyes... thermals
Down the dark path.
"This way!" - whispering impatiently,
The girl extended her hand.
The window is slowly closing...
The moon hid in the darkness.
"Happy," I said with a sigh, "
Visol is waiting for you this time.
What a beautiful evening
Can the window be opened for me too?"
NEWS
- Is there any news? "By God, no."
- No, don't be fooled: everything is clear to you,
Shame on your friend
Always keep your heart hidden,
Are you sorry for me, brother?
Don't be stubborn: tell me one thing and then...
"Oh, leave me alone, this is what I know:
You're stupid, and that's nothing new.''
1813-1817
* * *
Sorry, loyal oaks!
Sorry, quiet fields.
Happy times
Fast days of my life!..
Sorry, Trigorsk, I'm happy
O space that always welcomes you!
I realized your love too late
The moment that will leave you forever?
I want to take you away
But my heart will remain like that.
Maybe (my sweet dream is in my mind!)
I returned to the fields again,
Trigorsk slopes
It's a sloppy joe,
To reason, joy, beauty,
Like a lover of will and friendship.
1817-1820
* * *
At the foot of the forest, near the valley,
In a strange corner, the corner is golden,
Farewell Alina, dear Edwin;
The last kisses I heard.
Even if the moon rises - Alina ul goshda,
Wait, his chest trembles with longing.
Even if it's dawn - then the girl looks up,
To the empty road, through the white fog.
Along the brook, in the shade of that willow,
The shepherd of the neighboring village saw
In the mirror of sad waves,
The moment he drives a herd on a hot day.
Years have passed - passed from this street;
I saw that Edwin was coming back.
Oamgin comes from the valley to the orchard
Ajib ul goshaga, the ring is golden.
Edwin Bogar - under that willow tree
Taksir monk was waiting for this time,
There is a grave, a new cross is on the upright,
And on the cross is a dried belt, hazan.
His heart is broken and fear comes to his mind
Who is here? - silent while reading the inscription,
Bowing their heads... they fall at the monk's feet
And I heard his last breath...
1819
MY… LOVE POEM
Oh, you who have not burned in the fire of love,
Look at him, unconditional love.
O you who love and are not satisfied,
Look at him: you will feel happiness again.
1819
TO A FOREIGN GIRL
Words that you don't understand, sighs,
I'm done, goodbye
But in happy engagements
Attention, my dildo:
My dear, my heart never fades,
The feeling is silent in the unquenchable fires
Keep on begging
Only for you, for you my dear.
If you look at everyone else,
I believe only in my heart,
You trusted him like before,
You suffer without realizing it.
1822
* * *
It's over: we're open.
Kneeling at your feet for the last time,
I have said my painful words, dildor.
It's over... - I heard your answer is bitter.
I will not deceive myself again,
I will not follow you in Hijran.
Maybe I'll forget everything, no doubt -
I am not hurt by love.
You are still beautiful: coal in your pure heart,
There are still many people who love you.
1824
* * *
A fire of desire burns in my blood,
Because of you, my heart is angry and trembling,
Get a kiss: for me it's the taste of kisses
Sweeter than honey and wine.
Keep your head towards me, sad
I agree, even if I die in this state,
Till the happy day fades,
Prevails night shadow, usually.
1825
GRAPES
There is no secret, I am more worthy of flowers,
After the spring, the fallow season;
Grapes on the vine,
An animal grown at the foot of a mountain.
Green valley, charmer
Like a pleasant garden of golden autumn;
It is long, thin, as it were
A seventeen-year-old girl is like a finger.
1824