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by Vladislav Nikolayevich Gorchakov (1822 - c1853)

Bezumnaya
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Kak by'linka polevaya, odinokaya v stepi,
Dina, plamenem sgoraya, sgibla zhertvoyu lyubvi.
Posmotrite, kak razdum`e serdcza, szhatogo toskoj,
Otrazilosya v bezum`e, v otblesk strasti rokovoj!

Gde zhe sily' obayan`ya, charodejny'j gde privet?
Diny' smutny'e skazan`ya smutny'j vam dadut otvet.
I otvet tot: ston razluki, plach poslednego prosti!
E`xo skorbi, serdcza muki, isstupleniya lyubvi.
E`xo skorbi, serdcza muki, isstupleniya lyubvi.

E`to zvuk iznemozhen`ya, slezny'j xoxot, dikij vzor;
V nem prirody' otverzhen`e, chelovechestva pozor,
Chelovechestva pozor.

- Dina! Dina! chto s toboyu? - Chto so mnoyu? Nichego.
YA rasstalasya s dushoyu… Da vot tol`ko i vsego!
I teper`, kak prividen`e, ya odna vezde brozhu,
V ukoriznennom muchen`e na proshedshee glyazhu.

I vse sly'shu, kak by'valo, zvuk plenitel`ny'x rechej.
A ix net! I vse propalo! Gde ogon` moix ochej?
Gde ogon` moix ochej?

Proshly' dni  nevozvratimy', sgibla zhizn` moya vpolne.
Vse slova nevy'razimy', chto v serdechnoj glubine.
A kogda-to ya prekrasnej vsex podrug moix by'la.
By'li dni, kak ne naprasno ya krasavicej sly'la.

I on zval menya czaricej i roskoshnoj krasotoj,
Dinoj, prelest`yu, dennicej, i sil`fidoj, i dushoj.
Dinoj, prelest`yu, dennicej, i sil`fidoj, i dushoj.
A teper` chto Dina stala? Bespriyutnoj sirotoj!
I molva ee nazvala vsemi prezrennoj raboj.
Vsemi prezrennoj raboj.

No ne smejtes` nad raboyu, a uznajte luchshe vy',
Kak pred suetnoj molvoyu gasnut svetly'e mechty'.
Kak pred suetnoj molvoyu gasnut svetly'e mechty'.
Da, on lestiyu nazvanij
Sredi plamenny'x lobzanij, charodejno okoval.
YA raba, a on v izgnan`e; rok v Sibir` ego poslal.
Govoryat, na pokayan`e. Budto b muzha on ubil.
Budto b on menya lyubil! Chto zh! lyubit` ne prestuplen`e,
A ubit`, konchat` muchen`e, - e`to sdelala b i ya.
I ubila by' sebya! Da, sebya. No ne ub`yu.
Net! Ne ver`te: ne ub`yu. A vam pesnyu spoyu.

Kak bezumnaya ya mnogo slez prolila, vse lyubya, vse lyubya!
Mnogo slez prolila, mnogo, mnogo,
Mnogo slez prolila, vse lyubya, vse lyubya!
O moj drug! ty' ne plach`! Mily'j drug, ty' ne plach`!
On skazal mne: ne plach`!
Slezy' proch`, ty' ne plach`, o moj drug! ty' ne plach`!
Moj drug, ne plach`! O, moj drug!

Ty' ne plach`, slezy' pryach`,
Slezy' pryach` ty' pod krovom dushi,
I na serdce, v tishi, ix lelej i laskaj;
Lyudyam slez ne davaj, lyudyam slez ne davaj.
E`to slezy' lyubvi, e`to deti tvoi.
E`to slezy' lyubvi, e`to deti tvoi.
E`to slezy' lyubvi, e`to deti tvoi.

Lyudyam slez ne davaj!
Lyudyam slez ne davaj, a pochuvstvuj, uznaj,
Kak oni xoroshi, kak oni xoroshi, e`ti perly' dushi.
A bezumnaya ya mnogo slez prolila, vse lyubya, vse lyubya;
I net slez u menya!
Net, net, net slez, net slez, i net slez,
Net slez u menya.

Smolkla Dina i molchala, ozirayas`, trepetala,
I paducheyu zvezdoj pred ispugannoj tolpoj
Dina bednaya upala…
I pogasli serdcza muki, isstupleniya lyubvi,
I zatixnul ston razluki, plach poslednego prosti!

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Text Authorship:

  • by Vladislav Nikolayevich Gorchakov (1822 - c1853) [author's text not yet checked 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):

  • by Aleksandr Yegorovich Varlamov (1801 - 1848), "Безумная" [sung text checked 1 time]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2020-12-26
Line count: 66
Word count: 463

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