MoSHkin - Онегин и Ленский ч.13-20
текст песни

The words of A.S. Pushkin
Music I.V. Moshkin

Onegin and Lensky Part 13-20

XIII

But Lensky, not having, of course,
There are no hunting bonds,
With Onegin, he wished heartily
Acquaintance is shorter than the uteau.

They agreed. Wave and stone,
Poems and prose, ice and flame
Not so different among themselves.
First a mutual promotion

They were boring to each other;
Then I liked it; Then
Gathered every day on horseback
And soon they became inseparable.

So people (the first I repent)
There is nothing to make friends from.

XIV

But there is no friendship between us.
All prejudices destroyed
We read all zero
And units are yourself.

We all look at the Napoleons;
Two -legged creatures of millions
For us, one tool;
The feeling is wild and funny for us.

More than many were Eugene;
Although he, of course, knew people
And in general he despised them, -
But (there are no rules without exception)

He was very distinguished by others
And he respected the feeling.

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XV

He listened to Lensky with a smile.
The poet is an ardent conversation
And mind, still in the judgments,
And an eternally inspired gaze -

Onegin was all new;
He is a cooling word
I tried to keep in my mouth
And I thought: it’s stupid to interfere with me

His minute bliss;
And it will come without me;
Let it live while he lives
May he believes the world perfection;

Forgive the fever of a young age
And young heat and young nonsense.

XVI

Between them everything gave birth to disputes
And to think it attracted:
Tribes of past agreements,
The fruits of sciences, good and evil,

And the prejudices of the centuries -old
And the coffin of secrets are fatal,
Fate and life in his Chred,
Everything was subjected to their trial.

Poet in the heat of his judgments
I read, forgetting, meanwhile
Excerpts of the northern poems,
And condescending Eugene,

Even though they did not understand a lot,
Digently listened to the young man.

XVII

But more often they occupied passions
My deserts are the minds.
Leaving their rebellious power,
Onegin talked about them

With an involuntary sigh of regret:
Blessed, who was in charge of their excitement
And finally lagged behind them;
Blessed is the one who did not know them,

Who cooled love - separation,
Enmity - slander; Sometimes
Yawned with friends and with his wife,
Jealous not worried about flour,

And grandfathers faithful capital
I did not entrust the insidious deuce.

XVIII

When we resort to the banner
Prudent silence,
When the flame fades away,
And they become funny for us

Their self -wilment or impulses
And belated reviews, -
Humble not without difficulty
We love to listen to sometimes

The passions of strangers are rebellious language,
And he moves his heart to us.
So definitely an old disabled person
The diligent hearing is willingly

The stories of young barbeling,
Forgotten in your hut.

XIX

But and fiery youth
It cannot hide anything.
Enmity, love, sadness and joy
She is ready to lick.

In love with a disabled person,
Onegin listened with an important look
How, hearts are loving,
The poet expressed himself;

Your gullible conscience
He exposedly exposed.
Eugene without difficulty learned
My love is obeying the story

The story abundant by feelings,
It has long been new to us.

XX

Ah, he loved like in our summer
They no longer love; Like one
The crazy soul of the poet
I also love to love:

Always, everywhere there is one dream
One familiar desire
One familiar sadness.
Not a cooling distance

Not long summer separation
No museums these watches,
Not alien beauties
No fun of fun, no science

Souls did not change in it,
Warmed by virgin fire.

Horn

From the rock opera "Evgeny Onegin" 2 chapter