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by Mikhail Yur'yevich Lermontov (1814 - 1841)

Gost'
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Klarissu junoša ljubil,
Davno tomu nazad.
On serdce devy polučil:
A serdce — lučšij klad.
Už gromkoj kolokol gudët,
I v cerkvi pop s vencami ždët.

I vdrug razdalsja krik vojny,
Pod"jaty znamena:
Spešat otečestva syny —
I nogi v stremena!
Idet Kalmar, tomim toskoj,
Prostit'sja s devoj molodoj.

«Kljanis', čto večno, — molvil on, —
Mne ne izmeniš' ty! —
Puskaj cholodnoj smerti son,
O deva krasoty,
Nas osenjaet pod zemlëj,
Kol' ne vency ljubvi svjatoj!»

Klarissa kljatvu govorit,
Drožit sleza v očach,
Razluki poceluj gorit
Na rozovych ustach:
«Vot poceluj poslednij moj —
S toboju v chram i v grob s toboj!»

— Itak, prosti! žalej menja:
Pečalen moj udel! —
Kalmar saditsja na konja
I vichrem poletel...
Dni mčatsja... sneg v poljach ležit...
Vsë deva plačet da grustit...

Vot i vesna javilas' vnov',
I v solnce prežnij žar.
Prochodit ženskaja ljubov',
Zabyt, zabyt Kalmar!
I dolžen polučit' drugoj
Ee krasu s ee rukoj.

S nevestoj pod ruku ženich
Piruet za stolom,
Gostej obchodit i rodnych
Stakan, šipja vinom.
Pir bračnyj veselo šumit;
Liš' molča gost' odin sidit.

Na nem šelom izbit v bojach,
Pod chladnoj stal'ju lik,
I plašč izorvan na plečach,
I ržavyj meč velik.
Sidit on prjam i nedvižim,
I reč' načat' bojatsja s nim...;

«Čto gost' ljubeznyj naš ne p'et, —
Klarissa vdrug k nemu, —
I čto on nit' ne perervet
Molčan'ju svoemu?
Kto on? otkuda v našu dver'?
Mogu li ja uznat' teper'?»

Ne ston, ne vzdoch on ispustil —
Kakoj-to strannyj zvuk
Nevol'nym strachom porazil
Moju nevestu vdrug.
Vse gosti: ach! — otkryl prišlec
Lico svoe: — to byl mertvec.

Trepeščut vse, spasen'ja net,
Ženich zabyl svoj meč.
«Ty pomniš' li, — skazal skelet, —
Svoju proščal'nu reč':
Kalmar zabyt ne budet mnoj;
S toboju v chram i v grob s toboj!

Kalmar tvoj pal na bitve — tam,
V otčajannoj bor'be.
Venec, devica, v grobe nam:
JA veren byl tebe!..»
On obchvatil ee rukoj,
I oba skrylis' pod zemlej.

V tom dome každyj kruglyj god
Dve teni, govorjat,
(Kogda mež zvezd luna bredet,
I vse živye spjat)
Javljajutsja, kak legkij dym,
Brodja po komnatam pustym!..

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Text Authorship:

  • by Mikhail Yur'yevich Lermontov (1814 - 1841), "Гость" [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):

  • by Dmitry Alekseyevich Tolstoy (1923 - 2003), "Гость" [sung text not yet checked]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2021-09-09
Line count: 78
Word count: 355

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