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Я все еще его, безумная, люблю,
При имени его душа моя трепещет;
Тоска по-прежнему сжимает грудь мою.
И взор горячею слезой невольно блещет;
Безумная, я все еще его люблю,
Я все еще его люблю!
Я все еще его, безумная, люблю!
Отрада тихая мне в душу проникает,
И радость ясная на сердце низлетает,
Когда я за него создателя молю!
Безумная, я все еще его люблю,
Я все еще его люблю!
ЧАРУЙ МЕНЯ, ЧАРУЙ ноты
(Слова Ю. Жадовской)
С какою тайною отрадой
Тебе всегда внимаю я!
Блаженства лучшего не надо,
Как только слушать бы тебя!
И сколько чувств святых, прекрасных
Твой голос в сердце разбудил!
И сколько дум высоких, ясных
Твой чудный взор во мне родил!
Как дружбы чистый поцелуй,
Как сладкий отголосок рая,
Звучит мне речь твоя, речь святая.
О! Говори, о! Говори еще!
Чаруй меня, чаруй!
ЮНОША И ДЕВА ноты
(Слова А. Пушкина)
Юношу, горько рыдая,
Ревнивая дева бранила.
К ней на плечо преклонен,
Юноша вдруг задремал,
Юноша вдруг задремал.
Дева в тотчас умолкла,
Сон его легкий лелея,
И улыбалась ему,
Тихие слезы лия,
И улыбалась ему,
Тихие слезы лия,
Тихие слезы лия.
ШЕСТНАДЦАТЬ ЛЕТ ноты
(Слова А. Дельвига)
Мне минуло шестнадцать лет,
Но сердце было в воле;
Я думала: весь белый свет,
Весь белый свет наш бор,
Поток и поле.
К нам юноша пришел в село:
Кто он, отколь, не знаю,
Но все меня к нему влекло,
Все мне твердило: знаю!
Все мне твердило: знаю!
Куда пойду и он за мной.
На долгую ль разлуку?
Не знаю! Только он с тоской,
Ах, он с тоской безмолвно жал мне руку.
"Что хочешь ты? - спросила я, -
скажи, пастух унылый."
И с жаром он сказал:
"Люблю, люблю тебя!"
и тихо назвал милой.
И мне б тогда, "люблю" сказать!
Но слов найти не знала,
На землю потупила,
Потупила взгляд, краснела,
Трепетала!
Ни слова не сказала я,
За что ж ему сердиться?
За что покинул он,
покинул он меня?
И скоро ль возвратится?
И скоро ль возвратится?
НЕ СКАЖУ НИКОМУ... ноты
(Слова А. Кольцова)
Не скажу никому, отчего я весной
По полям и лугам не сбираю цветов.
Та весна далеко, те завяли цветы,
Из которых я с ним
Завивала венки!
И тех нет уже дней, что летели стрелой,
Что любовью нас жгли, что палили огнем!
Не скажу никому, отчего у меня
Тяжело на груди злая грусть налегла,
Злая грусть налегла...
МЕЛЬНИК ноты
(Слова А. Пушкина)
Возвратился ночью мельник...
Женка! Что за сапоги?
Ах ты, пьяница, бездельник!
Где ты видишь сапоги?
Иль мутит тебя лукавый?
Это ведра! - Ведра?
Право? Вот уж сорок лет живу,
Ни во сне, ни наяву
Не видал до этих пор
Я на ведрах медных шпор!
На ведрах медных шпор!
П. И. ЧАЙКОВСКИЙ
НИ ОТЗЫВА, НИ СЛОВА, НИ ПРИВЕТА... ноты
(Алексей Апухтин)
Ни отзыва, ни слова, ни привета,
Пустынею меж нами мир лежит,
И мысль моя с вопросом без ответа
Испуганно над сердцем тяготит!
Ужель среди часов тоски и гнева
Прошедшее исчезнет без следа,
Как легкий звук забытого напева,
Как в мрак ночной упавшая звезда?
НАМ ЗВЕЗДЫ КРОТКИЕ СИЯЛИ... ноты
(Алексей Плещеев)
Нам звезды кроткие сияли,
Чуть веял тихий ветерок,
Кругом цветы благоухали,
И волны ласково журчали
У наших ног.
Мы были юны, мы любили,
И с верой в даль смотрели мы,
В нас грезы радужные жили,
И нам не страшны вьюги были
Седой зимы.
Где ж эти ночи с их сияньем,
С благоухающей красой,
И волн таинственным журчаньем,
Надежд, восторженных мечтаний,
Где светлый рой?
Померкли звезды, и уныло
поникли блеклые цветы...
Когда ж, о сердце, всё, что было,
Что нам весна с тобой дарила,
Забудешь ты?
РАСТВОРИЛ Я ОКНО... ноты
(Великий Князь Константин Романов)
Растворил я окно, с
I am still crazy, I love him,
In the name of his soul, my soul trembles;
Longing still squeezes my chest.
And the gaze shines with a hot tear involuntarily;
Crazy, I still love him,
I still love him!
I am still crazy, I love it!
The joy of a quiet one penetrates my soul,
And the joy of clear on the heart is shorting,
When I pray for him the creator!
Crazy, I still love him,
I still love him!
Enchant me, enchant notes
(Words of Yu. Zhadovskaya)
With what a secret joy
I always listen to you!
There is no need for the best bliss,
As soon as you listen to you!
And how many feelings of saints, beautiful
Your voice woke up in your heart!
And how many thoughts are high, clear
Your wonderful gaze gave birth to me!
Like friendship a pure kiss,
Like a sweet echo of paradise
It sounds my speech, holy speech.
O! Speak, oh! Speak more!
Cup me, enchant!
Young man and maiden notes
(Words of A. Pushkin)
A young man, sobbing bitterly,
The jealous Virgin scolded.
It is advanced to her shoulder
The young man suddenly dozed off
The young man suddenly dozed off.
Virgo was immediately silent,
His sleep is light cherishing
And she smiled at him,
Quiet tears of Leah
And she smiled at him,
Quiet tears of Leah
Quiet tears of Leah.
Sixteen years of notes
(Words A. Delvig)
I have been sixteen years old
But the heart was in the wild;
I thought: all the white light,
All the white light is our boron,
Stream and field.
The young man came to the village:
Who is he, the shift, I don't know
But everything attracted me to him,
Everything repeated to me: I know!
Everything repeated to me: I know!
Where I’ll go and he is behind me.
For long separation?
Don't know! Only he is longing
Ah, he sorry for my hand with longing for me silently.
“What do you want?” I asked, “
Tell me, the shepherd is dull. "
And with the heat he said:
"Love love you!"
And quietly called Mila.
And I would then "love" to say!
But I did not know the words,
I fell to the ground,
Glated, blushed,
Trembled!
I did not say a word
Why is he angry?
For which he left,
Did he leave me?
And soon will he return?
And soon will he return?
I will not tell anyone ... notes
(Words A. Koltsov)
I will not tell anyone why I am in the spring
In the fields and meadows, I do not clean the flowers.
That spring is far away, they wilted flowers,
Of which I am with him
Curled wreaths!
And there are no days that flew with an arrow
That they burned us with love that they were fired with fire!
I will not tell anyone why I have
It was hard on her chest with an angry sadness.
Evil sadness has launched ...
Melnik notes
(Words of A. Pushkin)
The miller returned at night ...
Women! What kind of boots?
Oh, you, drunkard, loafer!
Where do you see boots?
Or is it crafty?
This is a bucket! - Buckets?
Right? I have been living forty years,
Neither in a dream, nor in reality
I have not seen until then
I am on buckets of copper spurs!
On buckets of copper spurs!
P.I. Tchaikovsky
Neither review, no word, no greetings ... notes
(Alexey Apukhtin)
Neither review, no word, no greetings,
I desert between us the world lies,
And my thought with a question unanswered
Frightened above the heart weighs!
In the midst of a watch and anger
The past will disappear without a trace,
Like a light sound of a forgotten tank,
How is the fallen star in the darkness of the night?
The stars of me are mild stars shone ... notes
(Alexey Pleshcheev)
The stars of me were mild,
A little bit of a breeze was a little,
Around the flowers fragrant,
And the waves grunted affectionately
At our feet.
We were young, we loved
And with faith in the distance we looked,
Rainbow dreams lived in us,
And we were not afraid of blizzards
Gray -haired winter.
Where are these nights with their shine,
With fragrant beauty,
And waves with mysterious murmur,
Hopes, enthusiastic dreams,
Where is the light swarm?
Stars faded and dejectedly
Faded flowers drooped ...
When, about the heart, everything that was,
What did the spring give us with you,
Will you forget?
I dissolved the window ... notes
(Grand Duke Konstantin Romanov)
I dissolved the window with
In the name of his soul, my soul trembles;
Longing still squeezes my chest.
And the gaze shines with a hot tear involuntarily;
Crazy, I still love him,
I still love him!
I am still crazy, I love it!
The joy of a quiet one penetrates my soul,
And the joy of clear on the heart is shorting,
When I pray for him the creator!
Crazy, I still love him,
I still love him!
Enchant me, enchant notes
(Words of Yu. Zhadovskaya)
With what a secret joy
I always listen to you!
There is no need for the best bliss,
As soon as you listen to you!
And how many feelings of saints, beautiful
Your voice woke up in your heart!
And how many thoughts are high, clear
Your wonderful gaze gave birth to me!
Like friendship a pure kiss,
Like a sweet echo of paradise
It sounds my speech, holy speech.
O! Speak, oh! Speak more!
Cup me, enchant!
Young man and maiden notes
(Words of A. Pushkin)
A young man, sobbing bitterly,
The jealous Virgin scolded.
It is advanced to her shoulder
The young man suddenly dozed off
The young man suddenly dozed off.
Virgo was immediately silent,
His sleep is light cherishing
And she smiled at him,
Quiet tears of Leah
And she smiled at him,
Quiet tears of Leah
Quiet tears of Leah.
Sixteen years of notes
(Words A. Delvig)
I have been sixteen years old
But the heart was in the wild;
I thought: all the white light,
All the white light is our boron,
Stream and field.
The young man came to the village:
Who is he, the shift, I don't know
But everything attracted me to him,
Everything repeated to me: I know!
Everything repeated to me: I know!
Where I’ll go and he is behind me.
For long separation?
Don't know! Only he is longing
Ah, he sorry for my hand with longing for me silently.
“What do you want?” I asked, “
Tell me, the shepherd is dull. "
And with the heat he said:
"Love love you!"
And quietly called Mila.
And I would then "love" to say!
But I did not know the words,
I fell to the ground,
Glated, blushed,
Trembled!
I did not say a word
Why is he angry?
For which he left,
Did he leave me?
And soon will he return?
And soon will he return?
I will not tell anyone ... notes
(Words A. Koltsov)
I will not tell anyone why I am in the spring
In the fields and meadows, I do not clean the flowers.
That spring is far away, they wilted flowers,
Of which I am with him
Curled wreaths!
And there are no days that flew with an arrow
That they burned us with love that they were fired with fire!
I will not tell anyone why I have
It was hard on her chest with an angry sadness.
Evil sadness has launched ...
Melnik notes
(Words of A. Pushkin)
The miller returned at night ...
Women! What kind of boots?
Oh, you, drunkard, loafer!
Where do you see boots?
Or is it crafty?
This is a bucket! - Buckets?
Right? I have been living forty years,
Neither in a dream, nor in reality
I have not seen until then
I am on buckets of copper spurs!
On buckets of copper spurs!
P.I. Tchaikovsky
Neither review, no word, no greetings ... notes
(Alexey Apukhtin)
Neither review, no word, no greetings,
I desert between us the world lies,
And my thought with a question unanswered
Frightened above the heart weighs!
In the midst of a watch and anger
The past will disappear without a trace,
Like a light sound of a forgotten tank,
How is the fallen star in the darkness of the night?
The stars of me are mild stars shone ... notes
(Alexey Pleshcheev)
The stars of me were mild,
A little bit of a breeze was a little,
Around the flowers fragrant,
And the waves grunted affectionately
At our feet.
We were young, we loved
And with faith in the distance we looked,
Rainbow dreams lived in us,
And we were not afraid of blizzards
Gray -haired winter.
Where are these nights with their shine,
With fragrant beauty,
And waves with mysterious murmur,
Hopes, enthusiastic dreams,
Where is the light swarm?
Stars faded and dejectedly
Faded flowers drooped ...
When, about the heart, everything that was,
What did the spring give us with you,
Will you forget?
I dissolved the window ... notes
(Grand Duke Konstantin Romanov)
I dissolved the window with