Н.А.Некрасов - В дороге 1845
текст песни

"Boring! Boring! .. The coachman is removed,
Rise something my boredom!
The song, or something, friend, binge
About the recruitment set and separation;
With a fable, laugh
Or what have you seen, tell me -
I will, brother, are grateful for everything. "

- "I myself am sad, master:
The villain was crushed by the villain! ..
Hey you, young, sir, she
There was a scientist in the Barsky House
Together with the young lady of different sciences,
You understand, sew and knit,
Play and read on the wargan -
All noble manners and pieces.
Dressed not what we have
In the village of sundresses are ours,
And, approximately, in the atlas;
I ate plenty and honey and porridge.
The VALAGAGE VID was like that
If only the lady, you hear, natural,
And not that our brother is serf,
That is, a noble
(Hey, the teacher-old teacher was crashed,
Byte kucher, Ivanovich Toropka), -
Yes, to know, God did not judge happiness to her:
It is not necessary - a hundred in the nobility of a servant!

The master's daughter got married,
Yes, and to St. Petersburg ... And having handled the wedding,
Yourself - AT, hear you, returned to the estate,
He got slashed and on the Trinity on the night
Gave God the Lord's soul,
Leaving a pear with an orphan ...
A month later, a son -in -law arrived -
Sported the audit of the soul
And he sat up with smells on the quitt
And then he got to the pear.
Know, she sorrowed him
In something, Ali is hardly crowded
It seemed to live together in the house,
You see, we don’t know.
He turned her at the village -
Know you, your place, peasant!
The girl howled - it came cool:
Belarusian, you see, Belolika!

As a sin, nineteenth year
I happened to me at that time ... Planted
In dragging - yes she married ...
Toget, how much trouble I made!
The view is, you see, harsh ...
Neither mowing nor walking the cow! ..
It is a sin to be lazy,
Yes, you see, the matter was not arguing in his hands!
How firewood or water carried,
As it went to the corvee - it became
Inda is sometimes sorry ... yes kuda! -
Do not console it with a new thing:
Then the cats wiped her leg,
That, hear, she is embarrassed in the sundress.
With strangers and to it and there,
And stealthily roars like crazy ...
The gentlemen destroyed her,
And there would be a dashing woman!

Everything is looking at some patrret
Yes, he reads some kind of book ...
Inda Fear of me, hey you, nims,
That she will destroy her son:
Teaches literacy, wash, cuts,
Like a barchonka, it scratches every day,
He doesn’t beat - beat and does not give me ...
Yes, it will not be ragged for long!
Hey how thin and pale
Walks, that is completely through force,
On the day of two spoons will not eat the fenced cord -
Tea, dump in a month in the grave ...
Why? .. God sees, did not languish
I am her concise work ...
Dressed and fed, did not scold without a way,
Respected, thatish, that's how, with hunting ...
And, hear, beat - so almost never beat,
Is it only under a drunken hand ... "

- "Well, enough, coachman! I dispersed
You are my inevitable boredom! .. "