некрасов - Размышления у Парадного Подъезда
текст песни

Here is the front door. On solemn days,
Obsessed with the servile ailment,
A whole city with some kind of fright
Drives up to the treasured doors;
Having recorded your name and title [1],
The guests are going home,
So deeply satisfied with themselves
What can you think - that is their calling!
And on ordinary days this magnificent entrance
Miserable faces besiege:
Flights, sections of places,
And the advanced old man and the widow.
From him and to him, then know in the morning
All couriers with papers are jumping.
Returning, the other sings the "Tram-tram",
And other petitioners cry.
Once I saw, the men came here,
Village Russian people,
Prayed to the church and became in the distance,
Hanging blond heads to the chest;
The Swiss appeared. “To allow,” they say
With the expression of hope and flour.
He looked at the guests: ugly in the opinion!
Tighted faces and hands,
Armenian is thin on the shoulders,
On the knapsack on the backs of bent,
Cross on the neck and blood on the legs,
In homemade bast shoes
(Know, they are long for the long time
From some distant provinces).
Someone shouted to the Swiss: “Drive!
Ours does not like broken ink! "
And the door slammed slammed. Standing,
Unleashed the walled pilgrims [2],
But the Swiss did not let him out, not taking a meager cute,
And they went, the sun of the rod,
Repeating: "Judge his God!",
Spreading hopelessly with his hands,
And, as long as I could see them,
With uncovered heads were headed ..

And the owner of the luxurious chambers
It was still a deep dream ...
You, who considers the life of enviable
The rapture of a shameless flattery,
Dear, gluttony, game,
Wake up! There is still pleasure:
Give them up! You have their salvation!
But happy deaf to good ...

The thunder of heaven is not afraid of you,
And you hold earthly in your hands
And these people carry unknown
Inexpensive grief in the hearts.
What is the grief you are glaring,
What is this poor people to you?
Eternal holiday quickly running
Life does not let you wake up.
And why? Shchelkoperov [3] Funny
You call folk good;
You will live with glory without it
And you will die with fame!
Serene idyll [4]
The advanced days will be rolled up:
Under the captivating sky of Sicily,
In a fragrant tree shadow,
Contemplating like a purple sun
Subtracts in the azure sea,
Strip of his gold, -
Laughty with affectionate singing
Mediterranean wave - like a child
You will fall asleep, surrounded by care
Dear and beloved family
(Waiting for your death with impatience);
You will bring your remains to us,
To honor the funeral trick,
And you will go to the grave ... Hero,
Slowly cursed by the Fatherland,
Luced with loud praise! ..

However, what are we such a person
We bother for small people?
Would we take anger on them? -
Safe ... even more fun
To find comfort in something ...
It does not matter that the man will tolerate;
So the providence leading us
It indicated ... yes he is used to it!
Behind the outpost, in the tavern in a wretched
Everything will drink the poor to the ruble
And they will go, getting the road,
And the native land will be groaned!
Name me such a monastery
I haven't seen such a corner
Where is your sower and keeper,
Where would the Russian man moan?
He groans along the fields, along the roads,
He groans in prisons, in prisoners,
In mines, on an iron chain;
He groans under the ovin, under the stack,
Under the body, spending the night in the steppe;
Groans in his own poor house,
The light of the sun is not happy;
Groans in every deaf town,
At the entrance of ships and chambers.
Out to the Volga: whose moan is heard
Above the great Russian river?
This groan is called with a song -
Then the Burlaki go back! ..
Volga! Volga! .. In the spring, the multivolum
You are not so filling the fields
How great sorrow of the people
Our land has overflowed -
Where is the people, there is a groan ... Oh, cordial!
What does your groan mean endless?
You will wake up, full of strength,
Il, Judgment obeying the law,