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Language: Russian (Русский)

В младенчестве моём она меня любила
И семиствольную цевницу мне вручила;
Она внимала мне с улыбкой, и слегка
По звонким скважинам пустого тростника
Уже наигрывал я слабыми перстами,
И гимны важные, внушенные богами,
И песни мирныя фригийских пастухов.

С утра до вечера в немой тени дубов
Прилежно я внимал урокам девы тайной;
И радуя меня наградою случайной,
Откинув локоны от милого чела,
Сама из рук моих свирель она брала.
Тростник был оживлен божественным дыханьем
И сердце наполнял святым очарованьем.

Translation(s): ENG

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  • ENG English (Michael Subotin) , title 1: "The muse", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.

Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:46
Line count: 14
Word count: 79

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The muse

Language: English after the Russian (Русский)

In my infancy she loved me
And presented me with a septuple-barrelled pipe;
She harkened to me with a smile, and faintly
Upon the resonant holes of hollow reed
I was already playing with feeble fingers
Both solemn hymns, inspired by gods,
And Phrygian shepherds' peaceful songs.

From morning `till evening, in the mute shade of oaks,
I diligently harkened to the lessons of the secret maiden;
And, gladdening me with a chance reward,
Brushing away the locks from her lovely brow,
She, herself, would take the reedpipe from my hands.
The reed would be brought to life by divine breath
And fill the heart with holy charms.

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Based on
  • a text in Russian (Русский) by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin (1799 - 1837), 1821, first published 1821
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Aleksandr Konstantinovich Glazunov, Nikolai Karlovich Medtner, Sergei Vasil'yevich Rachmaninov, Aleksei Nikolayevich Verstovsky. Go to the text.


Text added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.

Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:46
Line count: 14
Word count: 108