Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin

Автор

Александр Сергеевич Пушкин

Год написания книги

2019

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И мысль об ней одушевила

Его цевницы первый стон.

Простите, игры золотые!

Он рощи полюбил густые,

Уединенье, тишину,

И Ночь, и Звезды, и Луну,

Луну, небесную лампаду,

Которой посвящали мы

Прогулки средь вечерней тьмы,

И слезы, тайных мук отраду…

Но нынче видим только в ней

Замену тусклых фонарей.

XXI

To Olga since the adolescence,

When he hadn’t learned love tortures, yet,

He used to be a witness pleasant

Of her young plays, and moved by that

In leafy forest’s saving shades

He shared with her the youthful plays.

For neighbors, friends and both their dads

They were for marriage candidates.

Being naïvely nice like fairy,

In wilderness, in charming calm,

And by the view of dad and mum

She bloomed like lily of the valley,

Which was not touched in grass’s wilds

Neither by bees nor butterflies.

XXII

She was that one who had inspired

The poet’s raptures first delight,

And animated in his mind

The virgin moan of dreaming pipe.

Farewell to you, the golden plays!

He fell in love with forests’ shades,

Seclusion, loneliness and quiet,

The Stars, and Moon, and Magic Night.

The Moon – night sky illumination,

Which called us to the night time strolls

In dark among the forest’s walls,

Provoked the tears, brought consolation…

But now, when looking at its face,

We think, you’re nice, since lamp replace.

XXIII

Всегда скромна, всегда послушна,

Всегда как утро весела,

Как жизнь поэта простодушна,

Как поцелуй любви мила,

Глаза как небо голубые;

Улыбка, локоны льняные,

Движенья, голос, легкий стан,