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Fighting little villains for the satisfaction of the great. Virsh N.A. Nekrasov "Sings and the Gromadian". Analysis by virsha Nekrasov "The great man sings"

~ Singing and the Huge Man Singing and the huge man

G r a z d a n i n (enter)

I know one, I know Suvoriy,
To lie down - do not write anything.

Give it: mope і ledve dikhaє -
I will have my portrait ready.

G r a z d a n i n

Garni portrait! No nobility,
They are beautiful in a new dumb, povir,
And just vulgar foolishness.
Lie in the wild beast ...

So what?

G r a z d a n i n

So be amazed.

Well, go on.

G r a z d a n i n

Hear: lousy!
Get up hour! You know yourself
Yakiy hour instructed;
Whoever felt the Borg didn't feel cold,
But it is incorruptibly straight with my heart,
In whom is the gift, strength, presence,
Tom now maє spati ...

Well, I’m so kind,
Ale is required for the first date on the right.

G r a z d a n i n

The axis is new! Ty maєsh right,
They stuck them in the timchas,
Throw in: smithe vices cheerfully ...

A! I know: "Bach, throwing kudi!" 1
Ale, I'm shot at ptah.
Skoda, dumb talk.

(Take the book.)

Savior Pushkin! - Side axis:
Read it and stop kartati!

Gr and d and n i n (read)

"Chi is not for the living,
Not for koristi, not for battles,
Mi people for natchnenya,
For the sounds of licorice and molitv2 ".

P about e t (from the burials)

Unique sounds! ..
If it’s my muse
I will have trohi wisdom,
I swear I wouldn't take the pen from my hand!

G r a z d a n i n

So, the sounds are wondrous ... hurray!
So kindling your power
Navit sonna nudga
She jumped into the soul of the singer.
Mentally radio - it's time!
I am capturing yours,
Ale, I am aware, your virshi
I'll take it to my heart.

Do not say nsenіtnitsі!
You can read it, ale the wild critic.
So I, in your opinion, am great,
Is Vishche Pushkina singing?
Say be weasel ?!

G r a z d a n i n

Well dumb!
Eat yours without eyes,
Your elegy is not new,
Satiri alien beauty,
Unnoble and educated,
Your wind is viscous. Pomitny ty,
Ale can be seen without a sun.
At night, yaku now
We are alive and scared,
If it is good to nishp the zvir,
And Lyudin is delirious, -
Ty firmly sweep light trim,
Ale of the sky boils,
When the storm is blown up,
Shlyakh visvitlyuyuchi nationwide;
With three hours of darkness
Win trokhi goriv, blimav, metavsya.
Moli, schob sontsya vin dachykavsya
I drowned in the yogh exchange!

Nі, ti not Pushkin. Ale pooki,
You can't see the dream of a nizvidka,
Your talent is a lousy spati;
Still disgusting in a time of grief
The beauty of the valleys, the skies and the sea
I caress sweet ospivuvati ...

Thunder to move, with the bottomless hviley
At syayvi skies are overwhelmed,
I Viter Laskaviy I Sonny
Ledve kolyvaє vitrila, -
The ship is going beautifully, string,
I heart of the road spokyno,
Do not replace the ship
The ground is solid beneath them.
Ale grim vdariv; the storm is haywire,
І tackle to the ditch, і to heal, -
Chi is not an hour in shahi grati,
It's not an hour to sleep!
Axis dog - and that nebezpeka know
І shaleno on vіter gavkaє:
Youmu іnshoї please dont ...
And ti scho robbing bi, singing?
Not even in the cabin outside
Ty becoming bi lyroy natchnennoi
Linivtsiv wukha silence
І burі gurkіt drown out?

Come on ti vіrniy sign,
Ale is lighter than the father of yours,
De Kozhen Rendezvous
One specialness of your own?
To one heart is good,
Yakim Batkivshchyna is holy.
God help him! .. and the rush?
Oh meta crazy, oh life is empty.
Some are criminals and villains,
Інші - liquorice spіvaki,
And the third ... the third are sages:
Їх purpose - rosemary.
I will guard my person
Smell not dyut, hardy:
"Our tribe is unfaithful,
We don’t want ginuti for nothing,
Mi chekaєmo: maybe an hour will help,
I am proud, it’s not shkodimo! "
Cunningly prikhovuє rozum proud
Sebely mriya,
Ale ... my brother! hto not buv ti,
Not bad logic!
Fear the share of distribution,
Bagatikh with a word, with the help of the people,
I do not go to the camps of the young,
If we can be crimson!
Can't be astonished at once
On the mountains of mothers,
Chi will not be a huge fellow
Until then, cold soul,
Youmu is dumb, girche until ...
Go into the chase for the honor of the victory,
For perekonannya, for love ...
Idi, I guin flawlessly.
Pomresh is not free, mitsno on the right,
If there is a roof over him ...

And ti, sings! curb the sky
Herald isstin vikovyh,
Not vir, scho ni imuschest khliba
Do not play your strings!
People have not fallen asleep;
God did not die in souls of people,
І scream from vіruuchay breasts
Be sure to be available!
Be a giant! servants of the myststvu,
Live for the good of your neighbor
Svіy genіy unordered
All-embracing Love;
I as many gifts,
Їх vistavlyati DO NOT bother:
Your little girls will shine on their own
Їх life exchanges.
Look: the shards have a hard stone
To crush a poor laborer,
And fly the hammer
І brizkaє by itself a half!

Ty is sketchy? .. I didn’t fall asleep.
Kudi us before such glances!
Ti stepped far away.
Vchit іnshikh - genіy is consumed,
It takes a strong soul
And me with my icy soul,
Selfish and bland,
Chi is not worth a penny.
Hurry up to popularity,
Fighting away from the road
1st stitch Thorn ydemo,
And yaksho in the direction of the beast -
Lost, I wish the bizhi zi lights!
Kudi zhayugidna ty, the role of a poet!
Blessed is the dumb man:
Vin, a stranger to Muzam from koliski,
His vchinki pan,
Veda until noble meti,
First successful yogo, superb ...

G r a z d a n i n

Not even a dull virok.
Ale tviy vin? what do you say?
Ty mig bi is correct to judge:
You may not be singing,
Ale is a huge bootie.
And who is also a giant?
Batkivshchyna gidny syn.
Oh! there will be merchants, cadets4,
Mishchan, officials, nobles,
To bring us some singers,
Ale is needed, we need the hulks!
Ale de stink? Who is not a senator
Chi is not an author, not a hero,
Chi is not a leader5, he is not a planter6,
Who is a giant of the country of origin?
Children? see? Nemа відповіді.
I invite someone else's soul to sing
Yogo canniy ideal!
Ale yaksho є vin mіzh nami,
Yakim crying at night, won out with tears !!.
Youmu is an important colt vipav,
Do not ask for a small part of the best wines:
Win, yak svoi, to wear
All the turns of the Batkivshchyna are their own.
... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ...
Thunderstorm to make a noise and to my wife
Free the hitku choven
Sings the curse abo hoch stogne,
And the huge man to move and heal
Give your head a yoke.
If I ... Ale, I’m moving. I want a little
In the middle of us, the share was
Gidnih hulks ... you know
Їx share? .. The stench was on the knees! ..
Ledar! smithy of your world
І lightweight pens 7!
You have no comparison with the serpent.
The axis of the word of truth is unprecedented:
Blessed is the basikє singing,
The first beastless hulk without a swing!

It's not wonderful to finish it off,
Who else is not required to finish off.
Ty maєsh ratsiyu: poets easier than life -
In a good word є vidrada.
Ale chi buv I am honorable їy?
Ah, at the rock of youth,
With a sum, bezlichnoy, importance,
Shorter - even more reckless,
Kudi nasty buv my Pegasus!
Chi is not trojandi - I put in a drip
Yogo has a mane
I proudly lisp Parnassus.
Without vіdrazi, without fear
I’m until the end of the day and before the start,
Before the judgment, I entered the license.
I won’t repeat it, but I’m bachiv there ...
I swear I honestly hate!
I swear I am in love!
І well? .. I can feel the sound
Visnaly їх black work hardening;
Bringing my hands humbly
Іl pay with your head ...
What bulo robiti? disrespectfully
Zvinuvachuvati people, zvinuvuvati share.
If I bachiv want to fight,
Fighting becoming bi, yak is not important,
Ale ... ginuti, ginuti ... if?
There were twenty rockies for me!
Slyly life beckoned ahead,
Yak of the sea vilny strumeni,
I affectionately embraced love
Improve my goodness -
The soul entered into a glimpse ...
Ale skіlki would not be a reason,
I'm not a girkoy truth
I fearfully shake my head
At the word "honest man".
That fatal, marna half-am
I will burn my breasts,
I am radium, I do not know
I have a stone in my proud.
Bidnyak! and why trample
ty borg sacred people?
Taking a tribute to yaku
Ti - syn the ailments of the sick stolittya? ..
If you knew my life,
My love, my hvilyuvannya ...
Gloom and the motivation of bitterness,
I’m standing at the door, I’m standing there ...

Oh! I dream of my goodbyes
That song persha bul!
Shilila Muse face of sumny
I, quietly laid, went.
Quiet times are not part of the bullets of the scene:
Kradkoma, blida, come
I whisper stick promises,
I Pisnі Proud Spіvє.
Kliche now in the place, now in the steppe,
With a remembered intent,
Ale to make up the raptor lantsyuga -
І mittyu znikne won.
I’m not calling,
Ale yak being afraid! yak being afraid!
If my neighbor sinks
At the praise of the humble grief -
Those grave of heaven, then the fierce of the sea
I kindly tested.
Fighting little villains
For the delight of the great,
Dіvіl I zuhvalіstyu cottonmen
І written with praise їх.
The soul bent under the yoke of rock,
Oholola to the utmost,
І Muse called out came back,
Znevaga girkogo povna.
Now marno to her will -
Sorry! Shovala as soon as possible.
Yak light, I don't know myself
I don’t recognize nicoli.
About Muse, guest of vipadkovy
Bula ty my soul?
Іl пісень gift overdone
Share of the beginning їй?
Sorry! Who do you know? rock suvory
All prikhova in a glibok_y temryavі.
Ale ishov one vine of thorns
Until your gloomy beauty ...

G r a z d a n i n (enter)

I know one, I know Suvoriy,
To lie down - do not write anything.

Give it: mope і ledve dikhaє -
I will have my portrait ready.

G r a z d a n i n

Garni portrait! No nobility,
They are beautiful in a new dumb, povir,
And just vulgar foolishness.
Lie in the wild beast ...

So what?

G r a z d a n i n

So be amazed.

Well, go on.

G r a z d a n i n

Well, I’m so kind,
Ale is required for the first date on the right.

G r a z d a n i n

The axis is new! Ty maєsh right,
They stuck them in the timchas,
Throw in: smithe vices cheerfully ...

A! I know: "Bach, throwing kudi!
Ale, I'm shot at ptah.
Skoda, dumb talk.

(Take the book.)

Savior Pushkin! - Side axis:
Read it and stop kartati!

Gr and d and n i n (read)

"Chi is not for the living,
Not for koristi, not for battles,
Mi people for natchnenya,
For the sounds of licorice and molytes.

P about e t (from the burials)

Unique sounds! ..
If it’s my muse
I will have trohi wisdom,
I swear I wouldn't take the pen from my hand!

G r a z d a n i n

Do not say nsenіtnitsі!
You can read it, ale the wild critic.
So I, in your opinion, am great,
Is Vishche Pushkina singing?
Say be weasel ?!

G r a z d a n i n

And ti, sings! curb the sky
Herald isstin vikovyh,
Not vir, scho ni imuschest khliba
Do not play your strings!
People have not fallen asleep;
God has not died in the soul of people,
І scream from vіruuchay breasts
Be sure to be available!
Be a giant! servants of the myststvu,
Live for the good of your neighbor
Svіy genіy unordered
All-embracing Love;
I as many gifts,
Їх vistavlyati DO NOT bother:
Your little girls will shine on their own
Їх life exchanges.
Look: the shards have a hard stone
To crush a poor laborer,
And fly the hammer
І brizkaє by itself a half!

G r a z d a n i n

Not even a dull virok.
Ale tviy vin? what do you say?
Ty mig bi is correct to judge:
You may not be singing,
Ale is a huge bootie of goiters.
And who is also a giant?
Batkivshchyna gidny syn.
Oh! there will be merchants, cadets,
Mishchan, officials, nobles,
To bring us some singers,
Ale is needed, we need the hulks!
Ale de stink? Who is not a senator
Chi is not an author, not a hero,
Chi is not cotton
Who is a giant of the country of origin?
Children? see? Nemа відповіді.
I invite someone else's soul to sing
Yogo canniy ideal!
Ale yaksho є vin mіzh nami,
Yakim crying at night, won out with tears !!.
Youmu is an important colt vipav,
Do not ask for a small part of the best wines:
Win, yak svoi, to wear
All the turns of the Batkivshchyna are their own.
... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ...
Thunderstorm to make a noise and to my wife
Free the hitku choven
Sings the curse abo hoch stogne,
And the huge man to move and heal
Give your head a yoke.
If I ... Ale, I’m moving. I want a little
In the middle of us, the share was
Gidnih hulks ... you know
Їx share? .. The stench was on the knees! ..
Ledar! smithy of your world
I lightweight penins - skargi.
You have no comparison with the serpent.
The axis of the word of truth is unprecedented:
Blessed is the basikє singing,
The first beastless hulk without a swing!

It's not wonderful to finish it off,
Who else is not required to finish off.
Ty maєsh ratsiyu: poets easier than life -
In a good word є vidrada.
Ale chi buv I am honorable їy?
Ah, at the rock of youth,
With a sum, bezlichnoy, importance,
Shorter - even more reckless,
Kudi nasty buv my Pegasus!
Chi is not trojandi - I put in a drip
Yogo has a mane
I proudly lisp Parnassus.
Without vіdrazi, without fear
I’m until the end of the day and before the start,
Before the judgment, I entered the license.
I won’t repeat it, but I’m bachiv there ...
I swear I honestly hate!
I swear I am in love!
І well? .. I can feel the sound
Visnaly їх black work hardening;
Bringing my hands humbly
Іl pay with your head ...
What bulo robiti? disrespectfully
Zvinuvachuvati people, zvinuvuvati share.
If I bachiv want to fight,
Fighting becoming bi, yak is not important,
Ale ... ginuti, ginuti ... if?
There were twenty rockies for me!
Slyly life beckoned ahead,
Yak of the sea vilny strumeni,
I affectionately embraced love
Improve my goodness -
The soul entered into a glimpse ...
Ale skіlki would not be a reason,
I'm not a girkoy truth
I fearfully shake my head
At the word "honest man".
That fatal, marna half-am
I will burn my breasts,
I am radium, I do not know
I have a stone in my proud.
Bidnyak! and why trample
Ty borg sacred to ludin?
Taking a tribute to yaku
Ti - syn the ailments of the sick stolittya? ..
If you knew my life,
My love, my hvilyuvannya ...
Gloom and the motivation of bitterness,
I’m standing at the door, I’m standing there ...

SING I GROMADIAN

Gromadian (enter)

I know one, I know Suvoriy,
To lie down - do not write anything.

Give it: mope і ledve dikhaє -
I will have my portrait ready.

hulk

Garni portrait! No nobility,
They are beautiful in a new dumb, povir,
And just vulgar foolishness.
Lie in the wild beast ...

So what?

hulk

So be amazed.

Well, go on.

hulk

Well, I’m so kind,
Ale is required for the first date on the right.

hulk

The axis is new! Ty maєsh right,
They stuck them in the timchas,
Throw in: smithe vices cheerfully ...

A! I know: "Bach, throwing kudi!"
Ale, I'm shot at ptah.
Skoda, dumb talk.

(Take the book.)

Savior Pushkin! - Side axis:
Read it - and stop cartoying!

Gromadian (readє)

“Not for the living,
Not for koristi, not for battles,
Mi people for natchnenya,
For the sounds of licorice and molytes ”.

Sings (from the captivity)

Unique sounds! ..
If it’s my muse
I will have trohi wisdom,
I swear I wouldn't take the pen from my hand!

hulk

Do not say nsenіtnitsі!
You can read it, ale the wild critic.
So I, in your opinion, am great,
Is Vishche Pushkina singing?
Say be weasel ?!

hulk

Nі, ti not Pushkin. ale pocky
Your talent is a lousy spati;
Still disgusting in a time of grief
The beauty of the valleys, the skies and the sea
I caress sweet ospivuvati ...

Thunder to move, with the bottomless hviley
At syayvi skies are overwhelmed,
I Viter Laskaviy I Sonny
Ledve kolyvaє vitrila, -
The ship is going beautifully, string,
I heart of the road spokyno,
Do not replace the ship
The ground is solid beneath them.
Ale grim vdariv; the storm is haywire,
І tackle to the ditch, і to heal, -
Chi is not an hour in shahi grati,
It's not an hour to sleep!
Axis dog - and that nebezpeka know
І shaleno on vіter gavkaє:
Youmu іnshoї please dont ...
And ti scho robbing bi, singing?
Not even in the cabin outside
Ty becoming bi lira natchnennaya
Linivtsiv wukha silence
І burі gurkіt drown out?

Mi chekaєmo: maybe an hour will help,
I am proud, it’s not shkodimo! "
Cunningly prikhovuє rozum proud
Sebely mriya,
Ale ... my brother! hto not buv ti,
Not bad logic!
Fear the share of distribution,
Bagatikh with a word, with the help of the people,
I do not go to the city of the dull ones,
If we can be crimson!
Can't be astonished at once
On the mountains of mothers,
Chi will not be a huge fellow
Until then, cold soul,
Youmu is dumb, girche until ...
Go into the chase for the honor of the victory,
For perekonannya, for love ...
Idi and guinh is uncontrollable.
Pomresh is not a gift: on the right is mіtsno,
If there is a roof over him ...

hulk

Thunderstorm to make a noise and to my wife
Free Lady's hit
Sings the curse abo hoch stogne,
And the huge man to move and heal
Give your head a yoke.
If I ... Ale, I’m moving. I want a little
In the middle of us, the share was
Gidnih hulks ... you know
Їx share? .. The stench was on the knees! ..
Ledar! smithy of your world
І lightweight penalties!
You have no comparison with the serpent.
The axis of the word of truth is unprecedented:
Blessed is the basikє singing,
The first beastless hulk without a swing!

It's not wonderful to finish it off,
Who else is not required to finish off.
Ty maєsh ratsiyu: poets easier than life -
In a good word є vidrada.
Ale chi buv I am honorable їy?
Ah, at the rock of youth,
With a sum, bezlichnoy, importance,
Shorter - even more reckless, -
Kudi nasty buv my Pegasus!
Chi is not trojandi - I put in a drip
Yogo has a mane
I proudly lisp Parnassus.
Without vіdrazi, without fear
I’m until the end of the day and before the start,
Before the judgment, I entered the license.
I won’t repeat it, but I’m bachiv there ...
I swear I honestly hate!
I swear I am in love!
І well? .. I can feel the sound
Visnaly їх black work hardening;
Bringing my hands humbly
Іl pay with your head ...
What bulo robiti? disrespectfully
Zvinuvachuvati people, zvinuvuvati share.
If I bachiv want to fight,
Fighting becoming bi, yak is not important,
Ale ... ginuti, ginuti ... if?
There were twenty rockies for me!
Slyly life beckoned ahead,
Yak of the sea vilny strumeni,
I affectionately embraced love
Improve my goodness -
The soul entered into a glimpse ...
Ale skіlki would not be a reason,
I'm not a girkoy truth
I fearfully shake my head
At the word "honest man".
That fatal, marna half-am
I will burn my breasts,
I am radium, I do not know
I have a stone in my proud.
Bidnyak! and why trample
Ty borg sacred to ludin?
Taking a tribute to yaku
Ti - syn the ailments of the sick stolittya? ..
If you knew my life,
My love, my hvilyuvannya ...
Gloom and the motivation of bitterness,
I’m standing at the door, I’m standing there ...

Ah, I dream of my goodbyes
That song persha bul!
Shilila Muse face of sumny
I, quietly laid, went.
Quiet times are not part of the bullets of the scene:
Kradkoma, blida, come
I whisper stick promises,
I Pisnі Proud Spіvє.
Kliche now in the place, now in the steppe,
With a remembered intent,
Ale to make up the raptus tsіnuy -
І mittyu znikne won.
I’m not calling,
Ale yak being afraid! yak being afraid!
If my neighbor sinks
At the praise of the humble grief -
Those grave of heaven, then the fierce of the sea
I kindly tested.
Fighting little villains
For the delight of the great,
Dіvіl I zuhvalіstyu cottonmen
І written with praise їх.
The soul bent under the yoke of rock,
Oholola to the utmost,
І Muse called out came back,
Znevaga girkogo povna.

Now marno to her will -
Sorry! grabbed for a while.
Yak light, I don't know myself

I don’t recognize nicoli.
About Muse, guest of vipadkovy
Bula ti soul moї?
Іl пісень gift overdone
Share of the beginning їй?
Sorry! Who do you know? rock suvory
All prikhova in a glibok_y temryavі.
Ale ishov one vine of thorns
Until your gloomy beauty ...

* * *

hearing zhaham viyni,
With skin new victims of battle
I'm sorry not for one, not for the squad,
I'm sorry not for the hero himself ...
Sorry! join the squad,
І friend good friend forget;
Ale des є one soul -
Vaughn to the dumb pam'yatati bude!
Among our hypocritical rights
First vulgarity and prose
I am alone in the light.
Holy, shiri sleep -
Those are the sleepers of the common mothers!
Don't forget your children,
Lost on crooked fields,
Yak do not take weeping willow
His drooping gilok ...

Yak Arkhangelsk man
For your own and God's will
Becoming intelligent and great.

Not without good souls on the light -
Somehow a star to Moscow,
You will be at the university -
Wake up dream!

There is also a wide range:
Know pratsyuy that do not be afraid ...
Axis for scho you gliboko
I love, native Russia!

Chi that nature is not talentless,
Chi does not fold over the same edge,
What to bring to the people
You know the glorious styles, -

Styles of good, noble,
Strong with a loving soul,
In the middle of the dull, cold
І fucking yourself!

"Gromadyanin":

Eat yours without eyes,
Your elegy is not new,
Satiri alien beauty,
Unnoble and educated,
Your wind is viscous.
Pomitny ty,
Ale can be seen without a sun.
At night, yaku now
We are alive and scared,
If it is good to nishp the zvir,
And Lyudin is delirious, -
Ty firmly sweep light trim,
Ale of the sky boils,
When the storm is blown up,
Shlyakh visvitlyuyuchi nationwide;
With three hours of darkness
Win trokhi goriv, blimav, metavsya.
Pray, son, son of a daughter, I drowned in yogh promenades!

Nі, ti not Pushkin.
Ale pooki,
You can't see the dream of a nizvidka,
Your talent is a lousy spati;
Still disgusting in a time of grief
The beauty of the valleys, the skies and the sea
I caress sweet ospivuvati ...

Thunder to move, with the bottomless hviley
At syayvi skies are overwhelmed,
I Viter Laskaviy I Sonny
Ledve kolyvaє vitrila, -
The ship is going beautifully, string,
I heart of the road spokyno,
Do not replace the ship
The ground is solid beneath them.
Ale grim vdariv: the storm is stogne,
І tackle to the ditch, і to heal, -
Chi is not an hour in shahi grati,
It's not an hour to sleep!
Axis dog - and that nebezpeka know
І shaleno on vіter gavkaє:
Youmu іnshoї please dont ...
And ti scho robbing bi, singing?
Not even in the cabin outside
Ty becoming bi lyroy natchnennoi
Linivtsiv wukha silence
І burі gurkіt drown out?

Come on ti vіrniy sign,
Ale is lighter than the father of yours,
De Kozhen Rendezvous
One specialness of your own?
In spite of the goodness of the heart,
Yakim Batkivshchyna is holy.
God help him! .. and the rush?
Oh meta crazy, oh life is empty.
Some are criminals and villains,
Інші - liquorice spіvaki,
And the third ... the third are sages:
Їх purpose - rosemary.
I will guard my person
Smell not dyut, hardy:
"Our tribe is unfaithful,
We don’t want ginuti for nothing,
Mi chekaєmo: maybe an hour will help,
I am proud, it’s not shkodimo! "
Cunningly prikhovuє rozum proud
Sebely mriya,
Ale ... my brother! hto not buv ti,
Not bad logic!
Fear the share of distribution,
Bagatikh with a word, with the help of the people,
I do not go to the camps of the young,
If we can be crimson!
Can't be astonished at once
On the mountains of mothers,
Chi will not be a huge fellow
Until then, cold soul,
Youmu is dumb, girche until ...
Go into the chase for the honor of the victory,
For perekonannya, for love ...
Idi, I guinh is uncontrollable.
Pomresh is not free, mitsno on the right,
If there is a roof over him ...

"Sings":

Ty is sketchy? .. I didn’t fall asleep.
Kudi us before such glances!
Ti stepped far away.
Vchit іnshikh - genіy is consumed,
It takes a strong soul
And me with my icy soul,
Selfish and bland,
Chi is not worth a penny.
Hurry up to popularity,
Fighting away from the road
1st stitch Thorn ydemo,
And yaksho in the direction of the beast -
Lost, I wish the bizhi zi lights!
Kudi zhayugidna ty, the role of a poet!
Blessed is the dumb man:
Vin, a stranger to muses from koliski,
His vchinki pan,
Veda until noble meti,
First successful yogo, superb ...

"Gromadyanin":

G r a z d a n i n (enter)

I know one, I know Suvoriy,
To lie down - do not write anything.

Give it: mope і ledve dikhaє -
I will have my portrait ready.

G r a z d a n i n

Garni portrait! No nobility,
They are beautiful in a new dumb, povir,
And just vulgar foolishness.
Lie in the wild beast ...

So what?

G r a z d a n i n

So be amazed.

Well, go on.

G r a z d a n i n

Well, I’m so kind,
Ale is required for the first date on the right.

G r a z d a n i n

The axis is new! Ty maєsh right,
They stuck them in the timchas,
Throw in: smithe vices cheerfully ...

P about e t (from the burials)

Unique sounds! ..
If it’s my muse
I will have trohi wisdom,
I swear I wouldn't take the pen from my hand!

G r a z d a n i n

Do not say nsenіtnitsі!
You can read it, ale the wild critic.
So I, in your opinion, am great,
Is Vishche Pushkina singing?
Say be weasel ?!

G r a z d a n i n
Well dumb!
Eat yours without eyes,
Your elegy is not new,
Satiri alien beauty,
Unnoble and educated,
Your wind is viscous. Pomitny ty,
Ale can be seen without a sun.
At night, yaku now
We are alive and scared,
If it is good to nishp the zvir,
And Lyudin is delirious, -
Ty firmly sweep light trim,
Ale of the sky boils,
When the storm is blown up,
Shlyakh visvitlyuyuchi nationwide;
With three hours of darkness
Win trokhi goriv, blimav, metavsya.
Moli, schob sontsya vin dachykavsya
I drowned in the yogh exchange!

G r a z d a n i n

Not even a dull virok.
Ale tviy vin? what do you say?
Ty mig bi is correct to judge:
You may not be singing,
Ale is a huge bootie of goiters.
And who is also a giant?
Batkivshchyna gidny syn.
Oh! there will be merchants, cadets,
Mishchan, officials, nobles,
To bring us some singers,
Ale is needed, we need the hulks!
Ale de stink? Who is not a senator
Chi is not an author, not a hero,
Chi is not a cotton swab, Chi is not a planter,
Who is a giant of the country of origin?
Children? see? Nemа відповіді.
I invite someone else's soul to sing
Yogo canniy ideal!
Ale yaksho є vin mіzh nami,
Yakim crying at night, won out with tears !!.
Youmu is an important colt vipav,
Do not ask for a small part of the best wines:
Win, yak svoi, to wear
All the turns of the Batkivshchyna are their own.
... ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ...
Thunderstorm to make a noise and to my wife
Free the hitku choven
Sings the curse abo hoch stogne,
And the huge man to move and heal
Give your head a yoke.
If I ... Ale, I’m moving. I want a little
In the middle of us, the share was
Gidnih hulks ... you know
Їx share? .. The stench was on the knees! ..
Ledar! smithy of your world
І lightweight penalties!
You have no comparison with the serpent.
The axis of the word of truth is unprecedented:
Blessed is the basikє singing,
The first beastless hulk without a swing!

It's not wonderful to finish it off,
Who else is not required to finish off.
Ty maєsh ratsiyu: poets easier than life -
In a good word є vidrada.
Ale chi buv I am honorable їy?
Ah, at the rock of youth,
With a sum, bezlichnoy, importance,
Shorter - even more reckless,
Kudi nasty buv my Pegasus!
Chi is not trojandi - I put in a drip
Yogo has a mane
I proudly lisp Parnassus.
Without vіdrazi, without fear
I’m until the end of the day and before the start,
Before the judgment, I entered the license.
I won’t repeat it, but I’m bachiv there ...
I swear I honestly hate!
I swear I am in love!
І well? .. I can feel the sound
Visnaly їх black work hardening;
Bringing my hands humbly
Іl pay with your head ...
What bulo robiti? disrespectfully
Zvinuvachuvati people, zvinuvuvati share.
If I bachiv want to fight,
Fighting becoming bi, yak is not important,
Ale ... ginuti, ginuti ... if?
There were twenty rockies for me!
Slyly life beckoned ahead,
Yak of the sea vilny strumeni,
I affectionately embraced love
Improve my goodness -
The soul entered into a glimpse ...
Ale skіlki would not be a reason,
I'm not a girkoy truth
I fearfully shake my head
At the word "honest man".
That fatal, marna half-am
I will burn my breasts,
I am radium, I do not know
I have a stone in my proud.
Bidnyak! and why trample
Ty borg sacred to ludin?
Taking a tribute to yaku
Ti - syn the ailments of the sick stolittya? ..
If you knew my life,
My love, my hvilyuvannya ...
Gloom and the motivation of bitterness,
I’m standing at the door, I’m standing there ...

Oh! I dream of my goodbyes
That song persha bul!
Shilila Muse face of sumny
I, quietly laid, went.
Quiet times are not part of the bullets of the scene:
Kradkoma, blida, come
I whisper stick promises,
I Pisnі Proud Spіvє.
Kliche now in the place, now in the steppe,
With a remembered intent,
Ale to make up the raptor lantsyuga -
І mittyu znikne won.
I’m not calling,
Ale yak being afraid! yak being afraid!
If my neighbor sinks
At the praise of the humble grief -
Those grave of heaven, then the fierce of the sea
I kindly tested.
Fighting little villains
For the delight of the great,
Dіvіl I zuhvalіstyu cottonmen
І written with praise їх.
The soul bent under the yoke of rock,
Oholola to the utmost,
І Muse called out came back,
Znevaga girkogo povna.
Now marno to her will -
Sorry! Shovala as soon as possible.
Yak light, I don't know myself
I don’t recognize nicoli.
About Muse, guest of vipadkovy
boola ti
my souls?
Іl пісень gift overdone
Share of the beginning їй?
Sorry! Who do you know? rock suvory
All prikhova in a glibok_y temryavі.
Ale ishov one vine of thorns
Until your gloomy beauty ...