Н. Некрасов - Тишина
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All rye is around, like a living steppe,
No castles, no seas, no mountains ...
Thank you, dear side,
For your doctor!
Behind the distant Mediterranean Sea,
Under the sky is brighter than yours,
I was looking for reco alarms with grief
And I did not find anything!
I'm not my own: Handry, Nemeya,
Not defeating my fate,
I bent there in front of her
But you died - and I can
Perhaps withstand the fight!

I am yours. Let the murmur of reproach
I fled behind me on the heels,
Not heaven of someone else's homeland -
I composed songs to the homeland!
And now I eagerly believe
My beloved dream
And I am sending
Hello everything ... I will find out
The severity of rivers, always ready
With a thunderstorm to withstand the war,
And even noise of pine forests,
And villains silence,
And the NIV is wide ...
The temple of God on the mountain flickered
And childishly with a pure sense of faith
Suddenly smelled of the soul.
There is no denial, no doubt,
And whispers the voice of the unearthly:
Catch a minute of touching
Enter your head open!
No matter how warm the stranger of the sea
No matter how red someone else's distance
Not to correct our grief,
Tearish Russian sadness!
The temple of sighing, the temple of sadness -
The wretched temple of your land:
They didn’t hear the groans heavier
Neither Peter Roman, nor the Colosseum!
Here people are loved,
Its longing is irresistible
The holy burden brought -
And the lightweight left!
Enter! Christ will put his hands
And remove the holy will
From the soul shackles, from the heart of flour
And the ulcers from the conscience of the sick ...