Nekit - Николай Некрасов-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;
Recording your name and title1,
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 are besieged:!
Flights, sectors of the places,
And the advanced old man, and a widow.!
From him and to him, then know in the morning
All couriers with papers jump.
Returning, the other sings the "Tram-Trams",!
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. "Allow"!,- they say
With the expression of hope and flour.
He looked at the guests: ugly in the opinion!
Tighted faces and hands
Armenian Armenian is thin on the shoulders
On a knapsack on the backs of bent,
Cross on the neck and blood on the legs,
In homemade bast shoes
(Know, they are for a 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 Kotosh pilgrim2,
But the Swiss did not let him out, not taking a meager contribution,
And they went, the sun,!
Repeating: "judge His God",
Spreading hopelessly with your hands
And, as long as I could see them,
With uncovered they walked their heads ...

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 at! In you 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 allow you to wake up.
And what? Schelkopers 3 Fun
You call the folk good;!
You will live with glory without it
And you will die with fame!
Serene of Arcadian idyll4
The advanced days will be rolled.
Under the captivating sky of Sicily,
In a fragrant tree shadow,
Contemplating like a purple sun
Subbles in the azure sea,
With stripes 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 get into the grave ... Hero,
Slowly damned Fatherland,
Luced with loud praise! ..

However, what are we such a person
We bother for small people?
Is it not for us to take an anger?-
Safe ... even more fun
In some ways to find comfort ...
It doesn’t matter that the man will tolerate:
So the providence leading us
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 have not 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 prison,
In mines, on an iron chain;
He groans under an Ovin, under a stack!
Under the body, spending the night in the steppe;
Groans in his own poor house,
The light of God's 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 burglaki go back! ..
Volga! Volga! .. In the spring, much water!
You are not so filling the fields!
How great sorrow of folk
Our land has overflowed-!
Where is the people, there is a moan ... Eh, hearty!
What does your groan mean endless?
You wake up, full of strength
Or fate obeying the law,
Everything that you could have already done,-
Created a song like a groan,