by Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Count (1817 - 1875)
Slepoj
Language: Russian (Русский)
Knyaz` vy'exal rano sred` gridnej svoix V sy'r-bor polevan`ya izvedat`; Gonyal on i veprej, i turov gnedy'x, No vremya dospelo, zvon roga utix, Pora otdy'xat` i obedat`. V logu oni svezhem pod dubom sidyat I brashna primayutsya rushat`; I knyaz` govorit: «Mne otradno zvuchat Kovshi i bratiny', no pesnyu by' rad YA v zeleni e`toj poslushat`!» I otrok ozvalsya: «Za rechkoyu tam Ubogij mne pesennik vedom; On slep, no gorazd udaryat` po strunam»; I knyaz` govorit: «Oty'shhi ego nam, Pust` teshit on nas za obedom!» Lovcy' otdoxnuli, bratiny' dopiv, Sidet` im bez dela ne lyubo, Poexali dale, pro pesnyu zaby'v,- Guslyar mezhdu tem na knyazhoj na prizy'v Bredet ko znakomomu dubu. On shhupaet posoxom korni derev, Pletetsya odin chrez dubravu, No v serdce zvuchit vdoxnovenny'j napev, I dum blagodatny'x uzh zreet posev, Slagaetsya pesnya na slavu. Prishel on na mesto: lish` dyatel stuchit, Lish` v list`yax strekochet soroka - No v storonu tu, gde, ne vidya, on mnit, Chto s gridnyami knyaz` v ozhidan`e sidit, Starik poklonilsya gluboko: «Xvala tebe, knyazhe, za lasku tvoyu, Boyare i gridni, xvala vam! Nachat` pesnopen`e gotov ya stoyu - O chem zhe ya, stary'j i bedny'j, spoyu Pred sonmishhem sim velichavy'm? Chto v veshhem skazalosya serdce moem, To vy'razit` rech`yu voz`mus` li?» Pozhdal - i, ne sly'sha ni slova krugom, Saditsya na kochku, porosshuyu mxom, Persty' vozlagaet na gusli. I strun perelivy' v lesu potekli, I pesnya v glushi zazvuchala... Vse mira yavlen`ya vblizi i vdali: I sinee more, i roskosh` zemli, I czvetny'x kamenij nachala, Chto v nedrax podzemiya blesk svoj tayat, I chudishha v more glubokom, I v temnom boru zakoldovanny'j klad, I vityazej boj, i sverkanie lat - Vse vidit duxovny'm on okom. I podvigi slavit minuvshix on dnej, I vse, chto dostojno, venchaet: I doblest` narodov, i pravdu knyazej - I milost` moguchix on v pesne svoej Na maly'x lyudej prizy'vaet. Privet polonennomu shlet on rabu, Ukor gradoimczam surovy'm, Nasil`e zh nad slaby'm, s gordy'nej na lbu, K pozornomu on prigvozhdaet stolbu Grozyashhim prorocheskim slovom. Obil`no rastet ego my'sli zerno, Kak v pole yachmen` zolotisty'j; Prosnulos`, chto v serdce dremalo davno - Chto by'lo ot let i ot skorbej temno, Voskreslo prekrasno i chisto. I lik ozaren ego tem zhe ognem, Kak v gody' bor`by' i nadezhdy', Yavilasya vlast` na chele podnyatom, I kazhutsya czarskoj xlamidoj na nem Loxmot`ya razdrannoj odezhdy'. Ne pelos` emu eshhe tak nikogda, V takom rasczvetan`e bogatom Eshhyo ne spletalasya dum chereda - No vot uzh vechernyaya v nebe zvezda Zazhglasya nad aly'm zakatom. K isxodu torzhestvenny'j klonitsya lad, I k nebu nezryashhie vzory' Vozvel on, i, duxom moguchim ob``yat, On pesn` zavershil - pod perstami zvuchat Poslednie strun perebory'. No mertvoyu on tishinoj okruzhen, Bezmolv`e pusty'nnogo loga Poroj prery'vaet lish` gorlicy' ston, Da sly'shny' skvoz` guslej smolkayushhij zvon Prizy'vy' dalekogo roga. Na divo emu, chto sobran`e molchit, Ponik golovoyu on dumnoj - I vot zakachalisya vetvi rakit, I tixo dubrava emu govorit: «Ty' goj esi, ded nerazumny'j! Sidish` odinok ty', obmanuty'j ded, Na meste ty' pel opustelom! Dopity' bratiny', okonchen obed, Pod dubom dushi chelovecheskoj net, Raz``exalis` gosti za delom! Oni sred` moej, sred` zelenoj krasy' Porskayut, svoj lov prodolzhaya; Ty' sly'shish`, kak, v sled uty'kaya nosy', Po zveryu vdali zalivayutsya psy', Kak trubit oxota knyazhaya! Ko sboru ty', stary'j, prijti opozdal, Zhdat` nekogda by'lo boyaram, Ty' pesnej nagrady' sebe ne styazhal, Nich`ix za neyo ne usly'shish` poxval, Trudilsya, ubogij, ty' darom!» «Ty' goj esi, goj ty', dubravushka-mat`, Sdaetsya, ty' pravdu skazala! YA pel odinok, no tuzhit` i roptat` Mne, staromu, by'lo b greshno i nestat` - Nagrad moe serdce ne zhdalo! Voistinu, esli b ochej moix noch` Bezlyud`ya ot nix i ne skry'la, YA pesni b ne mog i togda peremoch`, Ne mog ot sebya otognat` by' ya proch`, Chto dushu moyu oxvatilo! Pust` po sledu psy', zalivayas`, begut, Pust` lovleyu knyaz` udovolen! Ubogomu pet` ne tyazhely'j by'l trud, A pesnya emu ne v xvalu i ne v sud, Zane on nad neyu ne volen! Ona, kak reka v polovod`e, sil`na, Kak rosnaya noch`, blagotvorna, Tepla, kak dushistaya v mae vesna, Kak solnce privetna, kak burya grozna, Kak lyutaya smert` neoborna! Oxvachenny'j eyu ne mozhet molchat`, On rab emu chuzhdogo duxa, Vozhglas` emu v grud` vdoxnoven`ya pechat`, Nevolej il` volej on dolzhen veshhat`, Chto sly'shit podvlastnoe uxo! Ne vedaet gorny'j istochnik, kogda Potokom on v stepi stremitsya, I b`et i kipit ego, penyas`, voda, Pridut li k nemu pastuxi i stada Struyami ego osvezhit`sya! YA mnil: e`ti gusli dlya knyazya zvuchat, No pesnya, po mere kak pelas`, Nevidimo svoj rasshiryala oxvat, I vol`ny'j lilsya bez razlichiya lad Dlya vsex, komu slushat` xotelos`! I kto menya slushal, privet moj tomu! Zemle-gosudary'ne slava! Ruch`yu, chto ko slovu zhurchal moemu! Vam, zvezdam, merczavshim skvoz` sinyuyu t`mu! Tebe, mat` sy'raya dubrava! I tem, kto ne slushal, moj takzhe privet! Daj bog polevat` im ne darom! Daj knyazyu bez gorya prozhit` mnogo let, Prostomu narodu bez nuzhdy' i bed, Bez skorbi velikim boyaram!»
Show a transliteration: Default | DIN | GOST
Note on TransliterationsShow untransliterated (original) text
Authorship:
- by Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Count (1817 - 1875), "Слепой", written 1873 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- [ None yet in the database ]
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Franz Liszt.
Research team for this page: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor] , Inna Smolov
This text was added to the website: 2011-04-30
Line count: 150
Word count: 824