М. Ю. Лермонтов - Демон. Часть первая. 10, 11, 12, 13.
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X
Exhausting the good horse,
On a marriage feast for sunset
The bridegroom was in a hurry.
Aragva light he is happy
Reached the green shores.
Under a heavy night of gifts
Barely, barely crossing
Behind him camels is a long row
Dear stretches, flickering:
Their bells ring.
He himself, the ruler of the synodal,
Leads a rich caravan.
The dexterity is tightened with a belt;
Sable and dagger frame
Glittering in the sun; behind the back
A gun with a cut cut.
The wind plays with sleeves
His chukhi 3, - she around
The whole galun is covered.
Fairy is embroidered with silk
His saddle; renunciation with brushes;
Under it, the whole horse is dashing
Invaluable suit, gold.
The pet fro Karabakh
Spins in coat and, full of fear,
Snoring squints with steepness
On the foam of a galloping wave.
Dangerous, the path of the coastal path!
Cliffs on the left side,
To the right of the river of the rebellion.
It's too late. At the top of the snow
Blush goes out; Fog stood up ...
The caravan added a step.

XI
And here is the chapel on the road ...
Here from a long time he will rest in God
Some prince, now a saint,
Killed by an vengeful hand.
Since then, on the holiday or on the battle,
Wherever the traveler is in a hurry
Always diligent prayer
He brought at the chapel;
And that prayer saved
From the Muslim dagger.
But the groom despised a darling
The custom of their great -grandfathers.
His insidious dream
The crafty demon outraged:
He is in thoughts, under the night darkness,
He kissed the bride's mouth.
Suddenly two flashed ahead
And more - a shot! - what's happened?..
Having stood on ringing 4 stirrup,
Pushing dads on the eyebrows, 5
The brave prince did not say words;
The Turkish trunk flashed in his hand,
Nagayka clicked - and, like an eagle,
He rushed ... and a shot again!
And wild scream and groan is deaf
Rushed in the depths of the valley -
The battle did not last long:
Tricky Georgians fled!

XII
Everything calmed down; Closing a crowd
On the corpses of the horsemen sometimes
Camels looked with horror;
And deaf in the silence of the steppe
Their bells rang.
A magnificent caravan is plundered;
And over the bodies of Christians
Drawing circles Night Bird!
Their peaceful tomb is not waiting
Under a layer of monastery slabs,
Where the dust of their fathers was buried;
Sisters with mothers will not come,
Covered with long currencies,
With longing, sobbing and prayers,
On the coffin of their distant places!
But with a diligent hand
Here by the road, above the rock
A cross is hooked as a souvenir;
And ivy, overgrown with spring,
It, caressing it, will
Its emerald grid;
And, a pack of difficult,
More than once a tired pedestrian
Under God's shadow it will rest ...

XIII
The horse rushes faster than the lani,
He snores and breaks, as if to battle;
Then he suddenly besieges on a gallop
He will listen to the breeze,
Blowing wide nostrils;
Then, hitting the ground at once
With spikes ringing hooves,
Having waved a disheveled mane,
He flies forward without memory.
There is a silent rider on it!
He beats on the saddle sometimes
Having a mane with his head.
He does not rule the reasons
He pushed his legs into the stirrups
And blood with wide jets
It is visible on Cheprake.
Skakun is dashing, you are a lord
I took out from the battle like an arrow
But an evil Ossetian bullet
He caught up with him in the darkness!