by Ivan Savvich Nikitin (1824 - 1861)
Po`etu
Language: Russian (Русский)
Net, ty figljar, a ne pevec, Kogda za lichnye stradan'ja Zhdjosh' ot tolpy rukopleskan'ja, Kak milostyni zhdjot slepec; Kogda lichinoj skorbi lozhnoj Ty privlekajesh' chuzhdyj vzgljad S besstydstvom zhenshchiny nichtozhnoj, Dostavshej plat'e naprokat. Net, ty prezrenija dostoin Za to, chto derzostnyj porok Ty ne kaznil kak chesti voin, Glashataj pravdy i prorok! Ty prenebrjog svoj put' svobodnyj, K dobru ljuboviju sogret, Ne tak by plakal vsenarodno Ot skorbi istinnyj po`et! Ty pozabyl, chto uvjadajet Nash um v bezdejstvii pustom, Chto istina v nash vek stradajet, Porok uvenchan torzhestvom; Chto my, kak deti, ne razvili V sebe vozvyshennykh idej I chto pozorom zaklejmili Sebja, kak grazhdan i ljudej, Chto net v nas sil dlja vozrozhden'ja, Chto my beschuvstvenno vlachim Okovy zla i unizhen'ja I razorvat' ikh ne khotim… Ob `etom plach' v tishi glubokoj, Togda narod tebja pojmjot I, mozhet byt', k mechte vysokoj Jego ukor tvoj privedjot.
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- by Ivan Savvich Nikitin (1824 - 1861), "Поэту", written 1850 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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