М. Ю. Лермонтов - Демон. Часть вторая. 10. II.
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Daemon
Why, beauty? Alas,
I don't know! .. full of life is new,
With my criminal head
I proudly took off the crown of thorny,
I threw all the past to dust:
My paradise, my hell is in your eyes.
I love you unwell passion
How can you love:
All rapture, all power
Immortal thought and dreams.
In my soul, from the beginning of the world,
Your image was printed
He rushed before me
In the deserts of the eternal ether.
I have long been disturbed by my thought,
My sweet name sounded;
In the days of bliss in paradise
One was missing you.
ABOUT! If you could understand
What a bitter languor
Throughout my life, centuries without separation
And enjoy and suffer
For evil praise not to expect
Neither for good reward;
Live for yourself, miss yourself
And this eternal struggle
Without a celebration, without reconciliation!
Always regret and not wish,
Know everything, feel everything, see everything,
Try to hate everything
And to despise everything in the world! ..
Only God's curse
Filled, from the same day
Nature is hot arms
Coated forever for me;
The space was blocked before me;
I saw marriage decoration
Lights familiar to me for a long time ...
They flowed in the crown of gold;
But what? previous fellow
Not a single one recognized.
Exiles, their own kind,
I began to call in despair.
But words and persons and eyes of evil,
Alas! I myself did not recognize.
And in fear, I waved my wings
He rushed - but where? For what?
I don't know ... former friends
I was rejected; Like Eden,
The world for me became deaf and him.
On the free whim of
So damaged boat
Without sails and without steering
Floats, not knowing the appointment;
So early morning sometimes
Excerpt of a cloud of thunder,
In the azure height of Chernoy,
One, nowhere to bold,
Flies without a goal and trace,
God the news from where and where!
And I did not rule people for long.
He taught them not for long,
All the noble steamed,
And everything beautiful was blasphemed;
Not long ... flame of pure faith
I easily flooded them forever ...
And cost my labors
Some fools and hypocrites?
And I hid in the gorges of the mountains;
And he began to wander like a meteor,
In the darkness of midnight deep ...
And the lonely traveler raced,
Deceived by a close spin,
And falling into the abyss with the horse,
I called in vain and the bloody trace
Behind him was twisted ...
But gloomy amusements
I didn’t like me long!
In the fight against a mighty hurricane,
How often, raising the ashes,
Dressed by lightning and fog,
I rushed noisily in the clouds
So that in the crowd of elements of a rebellion
Drown a heart murmur,
Escape from the Duma inevitable
And forget the unforgettable!
That the story of painful deprivation,
The works and troubles of the crowd of human
Coming, past generations,
Before the minute one
My unrecognized torment?
What people? What is their life and work?
They passed, they will pass ...
There is hope, the right court is waiting:
He can forgive, at least condemn!
My sadness is permanent here.
And she will not be the end, like me,;
And do not take a nap in the grave!
She is fading like a snake
Then burns and splashes like a flame,
Then puts my thoughts like a stone I
Hopes of the dead and passions
Indestructible mausoleum! ..