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Не образумлюсь... виноват,
И слушаю, не понимаю,
Как будто все еще мне объяснить хотят.
Растерян мыслями... чего-то ожидаю.
(С жаром.)
Слепец! я в ком искал награду всех трудов!
Спешил!.. летел! дрожал! вот счастье, думал, близко.
Пред кем я давиче так страстно и так низко
Был расточитель нежных слов!
А вы! о Боже мой! кого себе избрали?
Когда подумаю, кого вы предпочли!
Зачем меня надеждой завлекли?
Зачем мне прямо не сказали,
Что все прошедшее вы обратили в смех?!
Что память даже вам постыла
Тех чувств, в обоих нас движений сердца тех,
Которые во мне ни даль не охладила,
Ни развлечения, ни перемена мест.
Дышал, и ими жил, был занят беспрерывно!
Сказали бы, что вам внезапный мой приезд,
Мой вид, мои слова, поступки - все противно, -
Я с вами тотчас бы сношения пресек
И перед тем, как навсегда расстаться,
Не стал бы очень добираться,
Кто этот вам любезный человек?..
(Насмешливо.)
Вы помиритесь с ним, по размышленьи зрелом.
Себя крушить, и для чего!
Подумайте, всегда вы можете его
Беречь, и пеленать, и спосылать за делом.
Муж-мальчик, муж-слуга, из жениных пажей - *
Высокий идеал московских всех мужей. -
Довольно!.. с вами я горжусь моим разрывом.
А вы, сударь отец, вы, страстные к чинам:
Желаю вам дремать в неведеньи счастливом,
Я сватаньем моим не угрожаю вам.
Другой найдется, благонравный,
Низкопоклонник и делец,
Достоинствами, наконец,
Он будущему тестю равный.
Так! отрезвился я сполна,
Мечтанья с глаз долой - и спала пелена;
Теперь не худо б было сряду
На дочь и на отца
И на любовника-глупца,
И на весь мир излить всю желчь и всю досаду.
С кем был! Куда меня закинула судьба!
Все гонят! все клянут! Мучителей толпа,
В любви предателей, в вражде неутомимых,
Рассказчиков неукротимых,
Нескладных умников, лукавых простяков,
Старух зловещих, стариков,
Дряхлеющих над выдумками, вздором, -
Безумным вы меня прославили всем хором.
Вы правы: из огня тот выйдет невредим,
Кто с вами день пробыть успеет,
Подышит воздухом одним,
И в нем рассудок уцелеет.
Вон из Москвы! сюда я больше не ездок.
Бегу, не оглянусь, пойду искать по свету,
Где оскорбленному есть чувству уголок!..
Карету мне, карету!
I will not form ... to blame,
And I listen, I don't understand
As if they still want to explain to me.
Sounded with thoughts ... I expect something.
(With heat.)
Slipper! I was looking for a reward of all the works in whom!
Hurrying! .. Fly! trembled! Happiness, I thought, was close.
To whom I am Davich so passionately and so low
There was a waste of gentle words!
And you! Oh my goodness! Who was chosen to yourself?
When I think about whom you prefer!
Why was I entrusted with hope?
Why didn’t they tell me directly,
That all the past have you turned into laughter?!
That the memory has even matured you
Those feelings, in both of us the movements of the heart of those
Which I did not cool in me,
Neither entertainment, nor a change of places.
Breathed, and lived with them, was busy continuously!
They would say that my sudden arrival,
My appearance, my words, deeds - everything is disgusting, -
I would immediately stop intercourse with you
And before you part forever,
I would not get very much
Who is this kind person to you? ..
(Mocking.)
You will make peace with him, thoughtfully mature.
Drive yourself, and why!
Think, you can always
Protect, and swaddling, and argue at the matter.
Husband-boy, husband-servant, from Zhenya pages- *
The high ideal of Moscow all husbands. -
Enough! .. With you, I am proud of my gap.
And you, sir, father, you, passionate to ranks:
I wish you to doze off unknown happy
I do not threaten you with my matchmaking.
There is another, well -being,
Low worshiper and businessman,
The advantages finally
He is an equal to the future father -in -law.
So! I sobered up in full
Dreaming out of sight - and a veil slept;
Now it was not bad in a row
To the daughter and on the father
And on a lover-lover,
And all over the world to pour out all the bile and all the annoyance.
With whom he was! Where fate threw me!
Everyone drives! Everyone shows! Tormentors crowd,
In the love of traitors, in the enmity of tireless,
Storytellers indomitable,
Awkward wise men, crafty braces,
Old women of the sinister, old people,
Decrepit on inventions, nonsense, -
Crazy you glorified me with all the chorus.
You are right: he will come out of the fire,
Who will have time to stay with you,
He will breathe in the air alone
And in it the mind will survive.
Look from Moscow! Here I am no longer a ride.
I run, I will not look back, I will go to look around the light,
Where the insulted is a feeling of a corner! ..
The carriage is to me, the carriage!
And I listen, I don't understand
As if they still want to explain to me.
Sounded with thoughts ... I expect something.
(With heat.)
Slipper! I was looking for a reward of all the works in whom!
Hurrying! .. Fly! trembled! Happiness, I thought, was close.
To whom I am Davich so passionately and so low
There was a waste of gentle words!
And you! Oh my goodness! Who was chosen to yourself?
When I think about whom you prefer!
Why was I entrusted with hope?
Why didn’t they tell me directly,
That all the past have you turned into laughter?!
That the memory has even matured you
Those feelings, in both of us the movements of the heart of those
Which I did not cool in me,
Neither entertainment, nor a change of places.
Breathed, and lived with them, was busy continuously!
They would say that my sudden arrival,
My appearance, my words, deeds - everything is disgusting, -
I would immediately stop intercourse with you
And before you part forever,
I would not get very much
Who is this kind person to you? ..
(Mocking.)
You will make peace with him, thoughtfully mature.
Drive yourself, and why!
Think, you can always
Protect, and swaddling, and argue at the matter.
Husband-boy, husband-servant, from Zhenya pages- *
The high ideal of Moscow all husbands. -
Enough! .. With you, I am proud of my gap.
And you, sir, father, you, passionate to ranks:
I wish you to doze off unknown happy
I do not threaten you with my matchmaking.
There is another, well -being,
Low worshiper and businessman,
The advantages finally
He is an equal to the future father -in -law.
So! I sobered up in full
Dreaming out of sight - and a veil slept;
Now it was not bad in a row
To the daughter and on the father
And on a lover-lover,
And all over the world to pour out all the bile and all the annoyance.
With whom he was! Where fate threw me!
Everyone drives! Everyone shows! Tormentors crowd,
In the love of traitors, in the enmity of tireless,
Storytellers indomitable,
Awkward wise men, crafty braces,
Old women of the sinister, old people,
Decrepit on inventions, nonsense, -
Crazy you glorified me with all the chorus.
You are right: he will come out of the fire,
Who will have time to stay with you,
He will breathe in the air alone
And in it the mind will survive.
Look from Moscow! Here I am no longer a ride.
I run, I will not look back, I will go to look around the light,
Where the insulted is a feeling of a corner! ..
The carriage is to me, the carriage!
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