MoSHkin - Перемены ч 24-32 глава 7
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Words: Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
Music: Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin

Changes h 24-32 Chapter 7

Xxiv

And begins little by little
My Tatyana understand
Now clearer - thank God -
That comes to sigh
Condemned by the fate of power:
Chudak sad and dangerous,
Creation of hell Ile Heaven,
This angel, this demonstrated,
What is he? Caught priests
Insignificant ghost, Ile more
Moskvich in Harolde Cloten,
Strangers quietly interpretation,
Words fashionable full lexicon?
Is he parody?
XXV
Easily allowed a riddle?
Called the word found?
The clock is running; she forgot,
That houses are waiting for her long ago

Where two neighbor gathered
And where there is a conversation about it.
- How to be? Tatiana is not a child -
Old crawl palloon. -

After all, the deer of her younger.
Attach a girl her left
It's time; What should I do with her?
All flatness are the same:

Neudu. And she gross,
Yes, one wanders alone.

Xxvi.

"Doesn't she fall in love?" - Who?
Buyanov woven: failure.
Ivan Petushkov - too.
Gusar Pyhinin stayed with us;

How he caught tanya
How small demons crumbled!
I thought: it would take;
Where! And again, apart. -

Guitar Long Solo.

"Well, Mother? Why did it become?
To Moscow, on the bride's rheman!
There, audible, many idle places. "
- Oh, my father! income is small. -
"Pretty for one winter,
Not that I'll give anything to go. "
Xxvii.
The old woman is very loved
Reasonable and good advice;
Oiled - and immediately put
Go to Moscow in winter.
And Tanya hears this news.
On the court to the recovery light
Represent clear traits
Provincial simplicity
And belated outfits,
And late warehouse speeches;
Moscow Fart and Circus
Attract mocking glances! ..
About fear! No, better and more
In the wilderness of the forests to remain her.
Xxviii.
Getting up with the first rays,
Now she is in a hurry
And mounted eyes
To see them, says:
"Sorry, peaceful valleys,
And you, familiar top mountains,
And you, familiar forests;
Sorry, heavenly beauty,
Sorry, cheerful nature;
I change cute, quiet light
On the noise of brilliant fuss ...
Forgive me and you, my freedom!
Where, why do I strive?
What does the fate of my fate come? "
Xxix.
Her walks lasts share.
Now then hormik, then the stream
Stop unwittingly
Tatyana is the charm of his.

SAX

She, like a long-time friend,
With your groves, meadows
Still talk in a hurry.
But summer fast flies.

Autumn is golden.
Nature trepitna, pale,
As a victim, lush is removed.
Here is the north, clouds hitting,
Got drunk, overwhelmed - and here herself
There is a wizard winter.
Xxx
Came, crumpled by clocks
Hung on the bitch oaks;
Lay down wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills;

Guitar.

Bregs with real estate
Compare a plump pellenium;
Blushed frost. And we are glad
Ramazam Mother winter.

Guitar & Sax & Flute & Bass Solo

Not glad only to her heart Tanya.
Neuday she will celebrate winter
Frosty dust breathe
And first snow with roofing bath
Wash your face, shoulder and chest:
Tatiana is terrible winter path.

Xxxi.

Departure day long overdue
The last term passes.
WATCHED, ARE REDEMENT, STOCK
I will be broken.
Towards ordinary, three kibits
Domestic belongings are taken,
Saucepans, chairs, chests,
Jam in banks, mattresses,
Perins, cells with roosters,
Pots, Thai Et Cetera,
Well, a lot of all kinds.
And here in the hut between the servants
The noise, farewell crying:
Lead to the yard of fucked klyach
Xxxii.
In Boyarsky, they are injected,
Cook breakfast,
Mount Kbitka loaded,
Baba bubs, Kucher.
On a whirlpool and cosmata
Sits Foretor bearded,
Room escaped at the gate
Something with bars. And so

SyntheSizer.

Ssed out, and the venerable
Gliding, crawling behind the gate.
"Sorry, peaceful places!
Sorry, shelter secluded!
I see you? "And tears stream
Tanya pours out of the eyes.

Tutti.

April 2, 2015.
Rock Opera Evgeny Onegin 2015 Chapter 7