Хор Ин. Дамаскина - Зимняя ночь
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S. S. Bekhteev († 1954)
View of the Diva old man. [1922.]

Winter night and crackling frost to the yard;
They ate and pines silently stand in silver.
Quietly, deserted, no sound is heard around;
Bor Vykova forgot about the mysterious dream.
In the siza fog, above the white glade, one,
Timidly, like a ghost, a golden moon slides;
Shine with lights on loose diamonds,
Brightly playing the skittic chervon crosses,
A peacefully monastery in the snowdrifts is sleeping;
Only in the distance is the lonely lonely shine.
In the cell pine, shrouded in trembling haze,
A hot lamp is burning before the icon of the saint.
The flame, flickering, then goes out, then flashed, trembles;
The old woman Ksenya looks at the image with love.
Tears roll from old, sloping eyes;
The mouth whisper: “Oh, Lord, you are an entry for us!
Perishable by Rossiya; Kramol in the kingdom is growing;
The unclean simple, Orthodox people stir up.
Blood was stained with native fields and lsa;
Our land is crying and groaning.
Close, the Savior, above the dark, crazy country:
Souls humble, soldered by a long war.
Orthodox Rus' perishes to the joy of enemies;
The Lord took pity, do not punish us in our Grham.
God great, creating and firmament and sea,
To us down and return to us the relative of the king! .. "

* * *
Winter night and crackling frost to the yard;
They ate and pines silently stand in silver.
Quietly, deserted; No sound is heard around;
Bor Vykova forgot about the mysterious dream.
A hot lamp is burning before the icon of the saint;
The old woman looks - and sees Christ before:
The mournful eyes look at her with love,
As if you want to reassure, to drop it,
It is not possible to say: “ - Do not sadden the wretched daughter,
Don’t fall in spirit, go across, pray and Vir. ”
Timidly lamp, flickering into the darkness, burns;
The old woman is mourn, in the darkness, in trial looks.
Looks and sees, creating an honest prayer, -
Near Christ with the Samago Passion of the Tsar!
His face is mourned; sadness on the sovereign of faces;
In the way, the crown stands in the thorns of the thumb;
Drops bloody quietly fall from the brow;
Duma deep in the folds of the eyebrows lay down.
Looks a hermit, looks, and appears to her -
In the appearance of a single merge in the abyss
The image of the Lord and the image of the sufferer-king ...
Ksenya prays, humble sore grief:
“God is great, one, free, holy, holy
The essence of the vision of the slave is open;
Mind to enlighten, so that I can understand the soul
Your will inaccessible grace! .. "

* * *
Winter night and crackling frost to the yard;
They ate and pines silently stand in silver.
Quietly, deserted; No sound is heard around;
Bor Vykova forgot about the mysterious dream.
A hot lamp before the Savior is burning;
The old woman Ksenya in the darkness in the trial looks.
She sees - radiant, unhealthy Chertog;
The table is installed in the temple, it stands across:
Dishes and bowls for those called;
And with ysus two -year -old sitting, they are sitting,
And at the table, closer to all, he is right away,
She sees Nikolai, her king.
The meek and his triumphant face,
As if he had a desired happiness with heart, he comprehended
As if it were opened by his life -haired Oyam
Secrets invisible to our crib eyes,
Blacks in the diamonds of his precious Vanets;
From the shoulder of the porphys of the worm -baked buggar;
Svel, like the sun, sovereign, jubilant gaze;
Jasen, like the sky, azure scope.
Tears fall from old, sloping eyes:
"Father king, you pray, the breadwinner for us!"
The old woman whispers, and the mouth opened quietly;
The word is heard, the head