А. С. Пушкин - Тазит
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Tazit

Not for conversations and decisions,
Not for bloody meetings
Not for questions of Kunak,
Not for robber fun
So early came the hell
On the yard of Hasuba old man.
In an unexpected meeting, the son of Hasuba
Hand envious killed
Near the collapse of TatarTube.
In Sakle's Ramova, he lies.
The rite is faded.
Songs the song Mullah sadly.
In the arba privacy
Stand pre-saclaus sad.
Courtyard full of cramped crowd.
Spinning the guests of the mournful howl
And with cry, they beat breast armor,
And, enthusiasm the noise of the Neboan
Connected confused horses.
Everyone is waiting. From Sakley Finally
Comes out between Wives Father.
Two buses for him remove
On the turbuleous corpse. Crowd
On the sides, they ask for.
Fit body on the arma
And the Military projectile is put with him:
Unsuppressed Food

Krzchan and Bow, Dagger Georgian
And checkers crusad steel,
To strong the grave,
Where brave will pull
So that he could be azraul
Good warrior to rebel.

On the road, the procession is ready,
And the Arba tried. For her
Adey follow the harsh
Smyshaya silently dust horses ...
I walked the sunset
Gusting Nagorn Rocks,
When the valleys are rocky
Reached quiet oxen.
In the valley of that enthusiasm greedy
The rider is young,
There is now the shadow of the grave of child
He will take the corpse of his dumb ...

Already the corpse of the earth is taken. Mogila
Reduced. Crowd around
Molbi last worked.
Because of the mountains appeared suddenly
The old man is gray and the tarts are slender.
Give the cat's way -
And sorrowful old father
So brought, important and calm:
"That was thirteen years old,
Like you, in Aul someone else
I handed me a weak baby,
To raise from it
I made a brave Chechen.
Today is the son of one
You prematurely bury.
Hasuba, conquer if fate.
I brought another.
Here he is. You won your head
To his mighty shoulder.
You will replace your loss -
Whether you will appreciate my work
I do not want to boast. "

Clenched. Looks hurried
Hasuba on the hotel. Tasit
Chapter sweating silently
His property has to.
And in the mountain of Hasuba admiring
Warning heart obeying
The volume is affordable.
Then the mentor caresses,
Thanks and invites
Under the roof of your house.
Three days, three nights with kunakami
He wants to treat him
And after honestly
With blessing and gifts.
He, Father Sad MNIT,
I owe a blessing priceless:
Servant and other unchanged
Mighty avenger offend.

*

Take days. Sadness fell asleep
In the soul of Hasuba. But Tazit
All wildness keeps the oldest.
Among the Ramiya Aula
He is like someone else; He is a whole day
In the mountains one; Silence and wanders.
So in sacla feeding deer
Everything in the forest looks; Everything in the wilderness goes.
He loves - on steep rocks
Slide, crawl by a squire path,
Attently, the bore is naked
And in the abyss of the wrestlers.
He sometimes until late night
Sits, sad, above the mountain,
Real estate in the distance
Look at the hand of the head.

What thoughts are in it?
What does he want then?
From the world of Dolly where
Young dreams lead him? ..
How to know? Invisible deep hearts.
In dreams, the father-laptops are
Like the wind in the sky ...
But father
Already the tase is dissatisfied.
"Where in," he thinks, - in it the fruit of science,
Cooking, trick and agility,
Cute mind and strength hands?
It is only laziness and recreativity.
Ile Son's eyes not penetrated
Ile deceived me an old man. "

*

Tasit from herd displays
Horse, your favorite.
Two days in Aul there is no it
On the third he comes home.

Father:

Where was you, son?
A son:

In the gorge of rocks
Where is the rocky shore,
And the path is open to Daryal.
Father:

What did it do there?
A son:

I listened to Terek.
Father:

And did you see the Georgian
Ile Russian?
A son:

I saw, with a commodity
Tiflis was driving Armenian.
Father:

He was custody?
A son:

No one.
Father:

Why inadvertent blows
Didn't think you fight it
And did not jump to him from the Rock? -
Potted the eyes of the son h