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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Text 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
Line count: 53
Word count: 303