by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev (1818 - 1883)
Kak xoroshi, kak svezhi by'li rozy'
Language: Russian (Русский)
Gde-to, kogda-to, davno-davno tomu nazad, ya prochel odno stixotvorenie. Ono skoro pozaby'los` mnoyu... no pervy'j stix ostalsya u menya v pamyati: Kak xoroshi, kak svezhi by'li rozy'... Teper` zima; moroz zapushil stekla okon; v temnoj komnate gorit odna svecha. YA sizhu, zabivshis` v ugol; a v golove vsyo zvenit da zvenit: Kak xoroshi, kak svezhi by'li rozy'... I vizhu ya sebya pered nizkim oknom zagorodnogo russkogo doma. Letnij vecher tixo taet i perexodit v noch`, v teplom vozduxe paxnet rezedoj i lipoj; a na okne, opershis` na vy'pryamlennuyu ruku i skloniv golovu k plechu, sidit devushka -- i bezmolvno i pristal`no smotrit na nebo, kak by' vy'zhidaya poyavleniya pervy'x zvyozd. Kak prostodushno-vdoxnovenny' zadumchivy'e glaza, kak trogatel`no-nevinny' raskry'ty'e, voproshayushhie guby', kak rovno dy'shit eshhyo ne vpolne rasczvetshaya, eshhyo nichem ne vzvolnovannaya grud`, kak chist i nezhen oblik yunogo licza! YA ne derzayu zagovorit` s neyu -- no kak ona mne doroga, kak b`yotsya moyo serdce! Kak xoroshi, kak svezhi by'li rozy'... A v komnate vsyo temnej da temnej... Nagorevshaya svecha treshhit, begly'e teni koleblyutsya na nizkom potolke, moroz skry'pit i zlitsya za stenoyu -- i chuditsya skuchny'j, starcheskij shyopot... Kak xoroshi, kak svezhi by'li rozy'... Vstayut peredo mnoyu drugie obrazy'... Sly'shitsya vesyoly'j shum semejnoj derevenskoj zhizni. Dve rusy'e golovki, prislonyas` drug k druzhke, bojko smotryat na menya svoimi svetly'mi glazkami, aly'e shhyoki trepeshhut sderzhanny'm smexom, ruki laskovo splelis`, vperebivku zvuchat molody'e, dobry'e golosa; a nemnogo podal`she, v glubine uyutnoj komnaty', drugie, tozhe molody'e ruki begayut, putayas` pal`czami, po klavisham staren`kogo pianino -- i lannerovskij val`s ne mozhet zaglushit` vorkotnyu patriarxal`nogo samovara... Kak xoroshi, kak svezhi by'li rozy'... Svecha merknet i gasnet... Kto e`to kashlyaet tam tak xriplo i gluxo? Svernuvshis` v kalachik, zhmyotsya i vzdragivaet u nog moix stary'j pes, moj edinstvenny'j tovarishh... Mne xolodno... YA zyabnu... I vse oni umerli... umerli... Kak xoroshi, kak svezhi by'li rozy'...
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Authorship:
- by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev (1818 - 1883), written 1879 [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 Anton Stepanovich Arensky (1861 - 1906), "Как хороши, как свежи были розы", op. 68 no. 1 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Serge Bortkiewicz (1877 - 1952), "Как хороши, как свежи были розы", op. 71 no. 2 (1944-1946) [ voice and piano ], from Drei Melodramen für Gesang und Klavier, no. 2 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-01-06
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