Сяду я за стол —
Language: Russian (Русский)
Available translation(s): ENG
Сяду я за стол —
Да подумаю:
Как на свете жить
Одинокому?
Нет у молодца
Молодой жены,
Нет у молодца
Друга вернова,
Золотой казны,
Угла тёплова,
Бороны-сохи,
Коня-пахаря;
Вместе с бедностью
Дал мне батюшка
Лишь один талан —
Силу крепкую;
Да и ту как раз
Нужда горькая
По чужим людям
Всю истратила.
Сяду я за стол —
Да подумаю:
Как на свете жить
Одинокому?
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Confirmed with А. В. Кольцов, Полное собрание стихотворений, Ленинград, Советский писатель, 1958.
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Aleksei Vladimirovich Abutkov (1875 - 1945), "Раздумье селянина", op. 12 (10 Писен) no. 3 [ voice and piano ], Москва (Moscow), Советвенность Издателя `Симфония' [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Georgy Petrovich Bazilevsky (b. 1887), "Раздумье селянина", op. 15 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Nikolay Aleksandrovich Borozdin (1872 - 1887), "Сяду я за стол" [sung text not yet checked]
- by Gavriil Yakimovich Lomakin (1812 - 1885), "Сяду я за стол" [sung text not yet checked]
- by Nikolay Nikolayevich Sokolovsky (1865 - 1921), "Раздумье селянина" [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Vasily Andreyevich Zolotaryov (1872 - 1964), "Сяду я за стол", op. 12 no. 5 (1904) [ medium voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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- ENG English (Johann Winkler) , "A farmer's thoughts", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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A farmer's thoughts
Language: English after the Russian (Русский)
I sit down at the table
and think:
How shall I on this earth
live alone?
The young lad
hasn't a young wife,
the lad hasn't
a genuine friend,
neither goods nor money,
no cosy corner,
neither harrow nor plow,
no horse for plowing;
along with poverty
my father has given me
one talent only:
great strength.
Ay, and even this
has the bitter need
among a strange people
used up completely.
I sit down at the table
and think:
How shall I on this earth
live alone?
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