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by Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Count (1817 - 1875)

Temneet. Par struitsya sinij
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Temneet. Par struitsya sinij;
V ushhel`e mrak i tishina;
Merczayut zvezdy'; i luna
Vosxodit tixo nad pusty'nej.
V svoyu peshheru odinok
Ushel otshel`nik razdrazhenny'j.
Vse spit. Lunoj poserebrenny'j,
Issyakshij viditsya potok.
Nad nim skalisty'e vershiny'
Iz mraka smotryat tam i tut;
No serdcza starcza ne vlekut
Prirody' mirny'e kartiny';
Ono dlya zhizni umerlo.
Sognuvshi strogoe chelo,
On, chuzhdy'j miru, chuzhdy'j brat`yam,
Lezhit, prostert pered raspyat`em.
V py'li sedaya golova,
I smert` k sebe on prizy'vaet,
I shepchet mrachny'e slova,
I kamnem v persi udaryaet.
I dolgo on poklony' klal,
I dolgo smert` on prizy'val,
I nakonecz, v iznemozhen`i,
Bezglasen , na zem` on upal,
I starczu viditsya viden`e:
Razverzsya vdrug utesov svod,
I razlilos` blagouxan`e,
I ot nevidimy'x vy'sot
V peshheru padaet siyan`e.
I v trepetny'x ego luchax,
Odezhdoj zvezdnoyu blistaya,
Yavilas` deva presvyataya 
S mladencem spyashhim na rukax.
Iz czveta chudnogo sliyanny'j,
Ee nebesno-krotok vid.
"Pochto ty' gonish` Ioanna? -
Ona monaxu govorit. -
Ego molitvenny'e zvuki,
Kak golos neba na zemli,
V serdcza poslushny'e tekli,
Vrachuya goresti i muki.
Pochto zh ty', starecz, zagradil
Neshhadno tot istochnik sil`ny'j,
Kotory'j mir by' napoil
Vodoj celebnoj i obil`noj?
Na to li zhizni blagodat`
Gospod` poslal svoim sozdan`yam,
Chtob im besplodny'm istyazan`em
Sebya kaznit` i ubivat`?
On dal prirode izobil`e,
I beg struyashhimsya rekam,
On dal dvizhen`e oblakam,
Zemle czvety' i pticzam kry'l`ya.
Pochto zh pevcza zhivuyu rech`
Skoval ty' zapoved`yu trudnoj?
Ostav` ego glagolu tech`
Rekoj pevuchej neoskudno!
Da orosyat ego mechty', 
Kak dozhd`, zhitejskuyu dolinu;
Ostav` zemle ee czvety',
Ostav` sozvuch`ya Damaskinu!"
 
Viden`e skry'los` v oblakax,
Zarya vosxodit iz tumana...
Vstaet vstrevozhenny'j monax,
Zovet i ishet Ioanna -
I vot obnyal ego starik:
"O sy'n smireniya Xristova!
Tebya dushoyu ya postig -
Otny'ne pet` ty' mozhesh` snova!
Overzi veshhie usta,
Tvoi okoncheny' gonen`ya!
Vo imya gospoda Xrista,
Pevecz, svyaty'e vdoxnoven`ya
Iz serdcza zvuchnogo izlej,
Menya zh, molyu, prosti, o chado,
Chto slovu vol`nomu pregradoj
YA by'l po grubosti moej!"
 
Vospoj zhe, stradalecz, voskresnuyu pesn`!
 Vozradujsya zhizniyu novoj!
Ischezla kosneniya dolgaya plesn`,
 Voskreslo svobodnoe slovo!
 
Togo, kto okovy' dushi sokrushil,
 Da slavit nemolchno sozdan`e!
Da xvalyat torzhestvenno gospoda sil
I solnce, i mesyacz, i xory' svetil,
 I vsyakoe v mire dy'xan`e!
 
Blazhen, komu ny'ne, gospod`, pred toboj
 I my'slit` i molvit` vozmozhno!
S bestrepetny'm serdcem i s teploj mol`boj
Vo imya tvoe on vy'xodit na boj
 So vsem, chto nepravo i lozhno!
 
Razdajsya zh, voskresnaya pesnya moya!
 Kak solnce vzojdi nad zemleyu!
Rastorgni ubijstvenny'j son by'tiya
I, svet luchezarny'j povsyudu liya,
 Gromi, chto sozizhdeno t`moyu!
 
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Ne s dikix padaet vy'sot,
Sred` temny'x skal, potok nagorny'j;
Ne burya groznaya idet;
Ne veter prax vzdy'maet cherny'j;
Ne sotni gnushhixsya dubov
Shumyat glavami vekovy'mi;
Ne ryad morskix bezhit valov,
Kachaya grebnyami sedy'mi, -
 To Ioanna l`etsya rech`,
 I, sil ispolnennaya novy'x,
 Ona gromit, kak bozhij mech`,
 Vo prax protivnikov Xristovy'x.
Ne solnce krasnoe vstaet;
Ne utro svetloe nastalo;
Ne staya lebedej vzy'grala
Vesnoj na lone yasny'x vod;
Ne solov`i, v strane privol`noj,
Zovut sosednix solov`ev;
Ne gul nesetsya kolokol`ny'j
Ot mnogoxramny'x gorodov, -
 To sly'shen vsyudu plesk narodny'j,
 To likovan`e xristian,
 To slavit rechiyu svobodnoj
 I xvalit v pesnyax Ioann,
 Kogo xvalit` v svoem glagole
 Ne perestanut nikogda
 Ni kazhdaya by'linka v pole,
 Ni v nebe kazhdaya zvezda.

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  • by Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Count (1817 - 1875), no title, appears in Иоанн Дамаскин = Ioann Damaskin (John of Damascus), no. 11 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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