Валентин Маслов - Уж как пал туман
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1722
Уж как пал туман на сине море,
А злодей-тоска в ретиво сердце;
Не сходить туману с синя моря,
Уж не выйти кручине из сердца вон.
Не звезда блестит далече во чистом поле -
Курится огонечек малешенек:
У огонечка разостлан шелковой ковер,
На коврике лежит удал добрый молодец,
Прижимает белым платом рану смертную,
Унимает молодецкую кровь горячую.
Подле молодца стоит тут его добрый конь,
И он бьет своим копытом в мать сыру землю,
Будто слово хочет вымолвить хозяину:
Ты вставай, вставай, удалой добрый молодец!
Ты садися на меня, на своего слугу,
Отвезу я добра молодца в свою сторону,
К отцу, к матери родимой, к роду-племени,
К милым детушкам, к молодой жене.-
Как вздохнет удалой добрый молодец:
Подымалася у удалого его крепка грудь,
Опускались у молодца белы руки,
Растворилась его рана смертная,
Пролилась ручьем кипячим кровь горячая.
Тут промолвил добрый молодец своему коню:
Ох, ты, конь мой, конь, лошадь верная!
Ты товарищ моей участи,
Добрый пайщик службы царския!
Ты скажи моей молодой вдове,
Что женился я на другой жене;
Что за ней я взял поле чистое,
Нас сосватала сабля острая,
Положила спать калена стрела.
1722
How fog on the blue sea fell,
And the villain-drooping heart;
Do not leave the fog from the gray of the sea,
You can’t get out of the heart out of the heart.
Not a star shines long in a clean field -
Smoking lights Malesheneck:
The silk carpet was spread at the light,
On the rug lies a good fellow
Clutching a mortal wound with a white board,
He rises the fellow blood hot.
Near the fellow there is his good horse here,
And he beats the earth with his hoof to his mother,
As if the word wants to utter the owner:
You get up, get up, a good good fellow!
You sit on me, on your servant,
I will take the good of the fellow in my direction,
To the father, to the mother’s mother, to the tribe,
To cute details, to a young wife.
How a good fellow will breathe a dare.
His chest rose strongly, his chest was strong,
Belah's hands fell at the young man,
His mortal wound dissolved,
It spilled with a stream boiling blood hot.
Then the good fellow said to his horse:
Oh, you, my horse, horse, the horse is true!
You are a comrade of my fate,
Good shareholder of the Tsarskoye service!
You tell my young widow
That I married another wife;
That after her I took the field clean,
We were sung by the saber,
The arrow put Kalen to sleep.
How fog on the blue sea fell,
And the villain-drooping heart;
Do not leave the fog from the gray of the sea,
You can’t get out of the heart out of the heart.
Not a star shines long in a clean field -
Smoking lights Malesheneck:
The silk carpet was spread at the light,
On the rug lies a good fellow
Clutching a mortal wound with a white board,
He rises the fellow blood hot.
Near the fellow there is his good horse here,
And he beats the earth with his hoof to his mother,
As if the word wants to utter the owner:
You get up, get up, a good good fellow!
You sit on me, on your servant,
I will take the good of the fellow in my direction,
To the father, to the mother’s mother, to the tribe,
To cute details, to a young wife.
How a good fellow will breathe a dare.
His chest rose strongly, his chest was strong,
Belah's hands fell at the young man,
His mortal wound dissolved,
It spilled with a stream boiling blood hot.
Then the good fellow said to his horse:
Oh, you, my horse, horse, the horse is true!
You are a comrade of my fate,
Good shareholder of the Tsarskoye service!
You tell my young widow
That I married another wife;
That after her I took the field clean,
We were sung by the saber,
The arrow put Kalen to sleep.