by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev (1818 - 1883)
Kak khoroshi, kak svezhi byli rozy
Language: Russian (Русский)
Gde-to, kogda-to, davno-davno tomu nazad, ja prochel odno stikhotvorenije. Ono skoro pozabylos' mnoju... no pervyj stikh ostalsja u menja v pamjati: Kak khoroshi, kak svezhi byli rozy... Teper' zima; moroz zapushil stekla okon; v temnoj komnate gorit odna svecha. Ja sizhu, zabivshis' v ugol; a v golove vsjo zvenit da zvenit: Kak khoroshi, kak svezhi byli rozy... I vizhu ja sebja pered nizkim oknom zagorodnogo russkogo doma. Letnij vecher tikho tajet i perekhodit v noch', v teplom vozdukhe pakhnet rezedoj i lipoj; a na okne, opershis' na vyprjamlennuju ruku i skloniv golovu k plechu, sidit devushka -- i bezmolvno i pristal'no smotrit na nebo, kak by vyzhidaja pojavlenija pervykh zvjozd. Kak prostodushno-vdokhnovenny zadumchivye glaza, kak trogatel'no-nevinny raskrytye, voproshajushchije guby, kak rovno dyshit jeshchjo ne vpolne rascvetshaja, jeshchjo nichem ne vzvolnovannaja grud', kak chist i nezhen oblik junogo lica! Ja ne derzaju zagovorit' s neju -- no kak ona mne doroga, kak b'jotsja mojo serdce! Kak khoroshi, kak svezhi byli rozy... A v komnate vsjo temnej da temnej... Nagorevshaja svecha treshchit, beglye teni kolebljutsja na nizkom potolke, moroz skrypit i zlitsja za stenoju -- i chuditsja skuchnyj, starcheskij shjopot... Kak khoroshi, kak svezhi byli rozy... Vstajut peredo mnoju drugije obrazy... Slyshitsja vesjolyj shum semejnoj derevenskoj zhizni. Dve rusye golovki, prislonjas' drug k druzhke, bojko smotrjat na menja svoimi svetlymi glazkami, alye shchjoki trepeshchut sderzhannym smekhom, ruki laskovo splelis', vperebivku zvuchat molodye, dobrye golosa; a nemnogo podal'she, v glubine ujutnoj komnaty, drugije, tozhe molodye ruki begajut, putajas' pal'cami, po klavisham staren'kogo pianino -- i lannerovskij val's ne mozhet zaglushit' vorkotnju patriarkhal'nogo samovara... Kak khoroshi, kak svezhi byli rozy... Svecha merknet i gasnet... Kto `eto kashljajet tam tak khriplo i glukho? Svernuvshis' v kalachik, zhmjotsja i vzdragivajet u nog moikh staryj pes, moj jedinstvennyj tovarishch... Mne kholodno... Ja zjabnu... I vse oni umerli... umerli... Kak khoroshi, kak svezhi byli rozy...
Show a transliteration: Default | DIN | GOST
Note on TransliterationsShow untransliterated (original) 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]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-01-06
Line count: 53
Word count: 303