Djordje Balasevic - Prica O Vasi Ladackom
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История Васи Ладачкого
Знаете ли историю Васи Ладачкого? Я и сам её только
что услышал. Однажды он 9 дней не вылезал из
кабака, говорят, что был он очень странным типом
Его отец был бедный крестьянин, кормивший 7
голодных ртов. Его мать была тихая русая нежная
чахоточная женщина, умершая в тридцать с небольшим.
Был у них клочок земли, домик в конце улицы.
На столе всегда у них хлеба в обрез,
а Вася хотел от жизни много больше.
Хотел он вороных коней, играющих на лугу,
часы с золотой цепочкой и хутор.
Хотел он плодородные нивы и виноградники,
и карету с упряжкой, но не мог он этим владеть.
Любил он красивую но бедную, и женился бы на ней,
если б только знал: любишь лишь раз в жизни; бедную
или богатую, это выбор сердца, а не разума...
Он надеялся, что любовь пройдёт. Навсегда покинул
село. Никогда никому писем не писал, обвенчался
с богачкой, единственной дочкой одного барина...
И получил он коней вороных, играющих на лугу,
часы с золотой цепочкой и хутора...
Получил плодородные нивы и виноградники,
и карету с упряжкой, у него было всё и ничего.
Пропил он всё быстро, душу свою продал дьяволу.
Знали все кабатчики, что искал он спасение в вине,
но не смог его найти...
Говорят, он умер молодым в кабаке от сердечного удара
Склонилась его голова, словно он задремал иль спал
и ещё помнят люди его последние слова...
Без толку были кони вороные, игравшие на лугу,
бесполезны были часы и хутора...
Без толку были плодородные нивы и виноградники,
бесплезны были карета с упряжкой...
Если я лишен любимой,
если я лишён любимой.
Если я лишён любимой,
Эх, если я её лишён.
Знаете ли историю Васи Ладачкого? Я и сам её только
что услышал.
Даже и ему подобные, поразмыслив обо всём,
говорят, что он был странным типом...
The story of Vasya Ladachky
Do you know the story of Vasya Ladachky? I myself only
What I heard. Once he did not get out of
tavern, they say that he was a very strange type
His father was a poor peasant who fed 7
hungry mouths. His mother was a quiet rosay tender
A consumptive woman who died at thirty with a little.
They had a piece of land, a house at the end of the street.
On the table they always have bread,
And Vasya wanted a lot more from life.
He wanted a sheer horses playing in the meadow,
A clock with a gold chain and a farm.
He wanted fertile fields and vineyards,
And the carriage with the harness, but he could not possess it.
He loved beautiful but poor, and would marry her,
If only you knew: you love only once in your life; Poor
Or rich, this is a choice of heart, not reason ...
He hoped that love would pass. He left forever
village. I never wrote letters to anyone, got married
with a rich man, the only daughter of one master ...
And he received the horses of the Rolongi playing in the meadow,
A clock with a gold chain and a farm ...
Received fertile fields and vineyards,
And the carriage with the harness, he had everything and nothing.
He drank everything quickly, sold his soul to the devil.
All the boaters knew that he was looking for salvation in wine,
But I could not find him ...
They say he died young in a tavern from a heart blow
His head bowed, as if he had a dozing off or slept
And people also remember his last words ...
There were no sense horses that played in the meadow,
Watch and farm were useless ...
There were fertile fields and vineyards to no avail,
The carriage with the harness was intricate ...
If I am deprived of my beloved
If I am deprived of my beloved.
If I am deprived of my beloved
Eh, if I am deprived of her.
Do you know the story of Vasya Ladachky? I myself only
What I heard.
Even like him, having thought about everything,
They say that he was a strange type ...
Do you know the story of Vasya Ladachky? I myself only
What I heard. Once he did not get out of
tavern, they say that he was a very strange type
His father was a poor peasant who fed 7
hungry mouths. His mother was a quiet rosay tender
A consumptive woman who died at thirty with a little.
They had a piece of land, a house at the end of the street.
On the table they always have bread,
And Vasya wanted a lot more from life.
He wanted a sheer horses playing in the meadow,
A clock with a gold chain and a farm.
He wanted fertile fields and vineyards,
And the carriage with the harness, but he could not possess it.
He loved beautiful but poor, and would marry her,
If only you knew: you love only once in your life; Poor
Or rich, this is a choice of heart, not reason ...
He hoped that love would pass. He left forever
village. I never wrote letters to anyone, got married
with a rich man, the only daughter of one master ...
And he received the horses of the Rolongi playing in the meadow,
A clock with a gold chain and a farm ...
Received fertile fields and vineyards,
And the carriage with the harness, he had everything and nothing.
He drank everything quickly, sold his soul to the devil.
All the boaters knew that he was looking for salvation in wine,
But I could not find him ...
They say he died young in a tavern from a heart blow
His head bowed, as if he had a dozing off or slept
And people also remember his last words ...
There were no sense horses that played in the meadow,
Watch and farm were useless ...
There were fertile fields and vineyards to no avail,
The carriage with the harness was intricate ...
If I am deprived of my beloved
If I am deprived of my beloved.
If I am deprived of my beloved
Eh, if I am deprived of her.
Do you know the story of Vasya Ladachky? I myself only
What I heard.
Even like him, having thought about everything,
They say that he was a strange type ...
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