Mtsiri read a new zmist. There, de angry Aragvi and chick

In the 1st century in Transcaucasia, the Apostle Andrew preached, and in 324 patriots of the Holy Apostolic Nina of Orthodoxy it became the sovereign religion of Georgia.

persha is the capital

In total, in decile kilometers from Tbilis, there is a small town of Mtskheta. For the re-orders of vіn buvs of documents in the first thousand years before our era and becoming the first capital of Georgia. However, in 736 rots of wasteful destruction, he practically increased the leveling and the status of the place, having once again lost 1956 rots. This year Mtskheta is one of the main tourist monuments of Georgia, and the Svetitskhoveli Cathedral (transformed into “life-giving stoovp”) stretching out as many thousands of rockets as the spiritual center of the country.

Hours of critical cordons among brother republics have sunk into oblivion. Unimportant to the proximity of Georgia to Russia, both culturally and territorially, it is not so easy to eat there. For the sickle days of 2008, our countries have established a travel regime, and regular transport has been reduced. Ale, the image is forgotten in an hour - it has recently been updated to an accident, and from 1 birch there is a decree by Mikhail Saakashvili about a one-sided purchase of visas for Russians. Mistsev prikordonniki even more vichlivi, however, do not forget to deliver food about the introduction of Abkhazia and Pivdennaya Ossetia. If you say “so”, then there may be problems. You can also go to Georgia through the international Azerbaijan, but for a change: there are more flights and discounts on air tickets regularly.

Biki on the ancient gates

When looking around the capital of Georgia, Tbilis, you can complete two or three days, and you can go to Mtskheta. It’s easy to get there with your own move. You need to go to the metro station "Didube", go through a small market and take a minibus. The courtesy of the trip is only 1 lari (approximately 18 rubles). It is not necessary to reach the end of the road, it is possible to go there, to leave more passengers, and follow them to the historic center of the place - the Cathedral of Svetitskhoveli. Every day, hundreds of tourists and pilgrims come to visit us. Akuratnaya dorіzhka mіzh mansions vivodit up to the borderline, yak otchu the territory of the temple. Having passed through the ancient gates with the heads of the beeks, the doors appear at the inner courtyard. Cathedral of incentives from hewn granite in the Greek style with gothic embellishments. It is written on the façade that the bullet was built during the reign of Catholicos Melkisedek I in 1029 by the architect Kostyantin Arsakidze.

refusal to connect

However, the temple stood here still in the IV century, at the place, after the legend of the bullet in the robe of Christ. Refusal to witness, who is Eloiz, who is alive in Mtskheti, being present at the stratum of Christ, and the chiton of the Savior was delivered to the foal. Turning to the house, Vin showed a vid of his own sister Sidonia, yak, having touched her, suddenly died. Grief-stricken Eloiz praising his sister at once with a chiton, and not a bar at the grave of Viris cedar. Three centuries later, in the cikh regions, the Rivno-Apostolic Nina preached. Vona ordered the Tsar Mirianna III at the holy place, and she erected a wooden church there. On the day, in the same number of cedar trees, 7 columns were twisted. One of them didn’t want to get up at the place and floated in the morning. Rivno-apostolna Nina spent the whole night in front of her in prayer, when the column stood on the spot and started streaming myrrh.

Even after a century of pious tsar Vakhtang I Gorgasal ordered to stay in place of a wooden stone church, which stood until the XI century, if I was prompted to wake up in a moment.

For the fate of its own, Svetitskhoveli has repeatedly fallen into ruin and overwhelmed, that the oldest frescoes came to us date back to the 16th centuries. On one of them, right at the entrance to the temple, there is the fiery face of the Jesus Christ, which encloses the whole of the whole future. On the right along the way - the smut of the place of worship - is a small vezha, in which a part of that very life-giving stoop is taken into consideration.

Slavniy Rid Bagrationiv

For a long time Svetitskhoveli served as the crowning and dedication of representatives of the royal family Bagration. On the day, to walk to the temple on the gravestones. And only one of them is located behind the fence - won’t lay down Vakhtang Gorgasali, the king of the ancient Iberia and the father of Tbilis. Here are the representatives of the Bagration-Mukhransky family. Before the speech, the most representative of the Georgian royal family in Russia, a hero Vіtchiznyanoї vіyni 1812 Petro Bagratyon sleeps not here, but on the Borodinsky field.

Near the main entrance to the temple there is a tourist center. There you will be told that you can still be amazed in Mtskheti, and give a picture without a frame. Vlasne pam'yatoks here are not rich, and nastirna - the monaster of Samtavro, to what extent it is khvilin sіm.

saint Samtavro

Not reaching the inhabited 50 meters, it’s worth turning the hand, to the cinema with mosaic panels on the façade. On the first version there are ruins of ancient city gates, like boules vipadkovo emerged from the hour of waking up. Samtavro was buried in the immediate vicinity of the tree temple Svetitskhoveli in the IV century, on the same place, before the living booth, lived the apostolic Nina. Near the head church of the inhabited, the Transfiguration Cathedral, there is a lack of sacredness to the Orthodox: a part of the life-giving stovp, the miraculous ikon of the Divine Mother of God and the Holy Niny, the graves of the tsar of Abbey and Nani, the relics of the holy grave from Bodbe and іnshі. The entrusted with the cathedral is the Vezha of Tsar Mirian, in the name of Archimandrite Gabriel, deceased in 1995, provin the rest of the rock your life. Youmu was credited with the divine gift of clairvoyance and vision from ailments. Seemingly, he was half-heartedly preaching love to his neighbor. The grave of Archimandrite Gabriel is located right there;

Crumbs of rock_in that

There, de, get angry, make noise,

Embracing two sisters,

Strumeni Aragvi i Kuri,

Bouv Monastir. Through the fire

І niny back pishokhid

Stop the littered gate,

І vezhі, і church star ...

Mabut, sings writing about Jvari itself, as if there was a little angry little boy, alas, the precursors of the poet's creativity converge on the Duma, but the classic Mav on the respect of the Zedazensky monaster on the road from the city, so as for an hour of poetry in the very same time. Let's turn to Jvari ...

Holy Cross of Nina

Vlasne, before us there is only a monastic cathedral with arrivals. There is a building of equipment in 604 rots, and from the quiet first call of the viglyad it is practically not conceived of a change. There was a chrest behind the rekazami on the whole place; It is not for nothing that the word Jvari is changed from the Georgian yak "chrest". The present drawings were not spared in the middle, but on the new walls they still remind of the old-fashioned barrels. It's a pity, you can get autographs of Radiansky tourists and Vіyskovs according to the tradition.

The Jvari Cathedral ideally fits into the navkolishny landscape, and from a new view you can see a stunning view of the "pagorbi of Georgia". True, the way there is a little more smoothly. It’s easy to take a taxi from Samtavro - a trip to the offense for the ochikuvannyam costs 15 lari (about 270 rubles.). On the way, you can take a look at one of the monuments of Mtskheta - the ruins of the fortress Bebristsikhe. Vona Bula was prompted in the 9th century, in the 9th century, and in some of the castles in Georgia. True, we will protect the demand - we can get rid of the stones and the collapsed walls.

At all, our walk through Mtskheti will end. As soon as you win, you can take a tax in Zedazensky and Shio-Mgvimsky monasteries, as well as in the place of Dusheti, the fortress of Ananura and a small old church has been saved. At the same time, one more day, however, spend the night all one more beautifully in Tbіlіsі.

Fedir Dyadichev,

“Mtsiri” is Lermontov’s wholehearted song. Vona Bula was written in 1839 and published by Rik, therefore, in the library under the name "Virshi M. Lermontov". One of Mikhail Yuriyovych's fellows is the critic V. Bulinsky, who wrote that in his whole creation there was a “love of our poet's ideal”. About one of the wonderful images of the classic romantic Russian poetry - singing "Mtsiri" - will be mentioned in the statute.

History of writing

"Mtsiri" - the tse of tvir, spellings for the enemies from life in the Caucasus. The prototype for the plot was the history of the life of the mountain people, felt by Lermontov in 1837, when the hour of the first time was passed. Mikhailo Yuriyovich, have risen in price along the Viyskovo-Georgian road, having got to know in Mtskheti with a lonely monk. The same story of his life. A clergyman in the dynasty of being filled with the Russian general and abandonment in the monastic monastery, de proviv, unaffected by the Fatherland, all his life.

Deyaki elementi of Georgian folklore mіg vikoristovuvati in his own creation M.Yu. Lermontov. Singing "Mtsiri" in its plot is to take revenge on the central episode, in which the hero fights with the leopard. The Georgian folk poetry has a sensible theme of the essence of the Yunaki and the tiger, which was transformed into the famous song “The Knight of the Tiger's Skin” by Sh. Rustaveli.

Name and Epigraph

At the crossbar from the Georgian movi "Mtsiri" - tse "non-serving monk", "novice". The word є y іnshe has a meaning: "stranger", "stranger from foreign lands." Yak Bachimo, Lermontov Vibrav for his singing the best possible name. Tsikavo, scho a collection of Mikhailo Yuriyovich calling his poem "Beri", which means "chernets" in Georgian. The epigrapher is also conceited to the creation. With a copy of Lermontov's vikoristovuv for the new phrase: "On n'a qu'une seule patrie" ("At the skin є only one batkivshchina"), protest piznіshe sings for the bishop knight from the 1st Book of Kingdoms (chapter 14): "Taste the tastes little honey, and I'm dying. " Tsi words symbolize the destruction of the natural course of speech.

We sing "Mtsiri" tragic share a Caucasian boy, full of admissions by the Russian General Urmolov from the native lands. Along the way, the child was ill and abandoned in one of the monasteries. Here the lad will be encouraged to spend his life "far from the sleepy light." Ditina spent the whole hour nudguvav across the Caucasian open spaces, pragnuv back into the mountains. In a dozen hour, we’ll nachebto sound up to the minds of life in the dwelling, injecting someone else’s MOV and even getting ready to take a vow in Chentsi. However, in eighteen years of age, Yunak Raptom saw a strong mental deterioration, as if he was quick to leave the monastery and again in the unknown land. As soon as he saw himself awesome, the memory of his childhood turned around. lad guessing ridna mov, Individuals inject people close to youmu. Sp'yaniliy will be brought together by children and childish spogads, unaccompanied by the will for three days. for tsey short line vіn knocking out everything that his bondage has allowed him to do. The lads are cute with pictures of Georgian nature, beautiful girls, gracefully reminiscent of glechik with water. Winning greetings in the deadly essence of the leopard and zbagnuv steps powerfully and spritosity. For three days, the Yunak, having lived the whole life, will be reminiscent of bright emotions and impressions. Knowledge is absolutely vipadkovo in the outskirts of a monastery without a memory, the lad has seen it, and he has no mind, but a lot of life in captivity cannot be continued. Go to the rebellious heart of Mtsiri know only the old monk, who christened him. Help the young man, the old man knows about those who beat and saw the boy in three days of his not so long ago.

Genre and songwriting

Lermontov wrote about lifeless creatures about life in the Caucasus. Singing "Mtsiri" is one of them. The poet associates the Caucasus with the territory of boundless liberty and freedom, de Lyudin can show himself in the essence of the element, get angry with nature and order it with his own will, play the fight with himself.

plot eat romantic zooseredzhenii about the feeling and the experience of one lyrical hero - Mtsiri. The form to the creator - spovid - yes, the ability to most truthfully and very much open up the sincere viglyad of the Yunak. The composition of the art is typical for this kind of singing - the hero of the performances in non-private surroundings, a monologue-spovid borrowed from the mind, describes the inner camp of the people, and not the out-of-the-way situation.

However, at the same time, the type of romantic creature... We eat a lot of disaffection and discontent. Here it is precisely said to the martyrdom, sings the reader's information about the furnishings, as they brought the young man to the monastery. Shvilovana mova Mtsiri to avenge the last and logical reasoning came from him.

Nature and action

The singing of "Mtsiri" is not only psychologically reliable, the inner experience of the protagonist, but the miraculous description of Georgian nature. Vona є in a malovnichny background, on how to flutter up in the creation, and also serve as an instrument for the reaction of the Yunaki to a thunderstorm, if it is “to get rid of the storm with a bunch of radium”, I will describe him as a person, unkempt and cheerful, ready to fight. The soul camp of the hero in quiet wound If you are a menace, your readiness to understand the sky and the earth characterizes the lads as a subtle and sensitive person, wholesome bachiti and intelligence are more beautiful. Nature for Lermontov is tse dzherelo internal harmony... Monastir in poem is a symbol of enchanting action, as a snake of a strong and extraordinary people, and ginut in a stream of unused intelligence.

Intermediates in literature

The poem "Mtsiri", the hero of which is described in the whole statty, is a little bit of literary successors. A similar history, which informed about the share of a young monk, is described in the poem "Chernets" I. Kozlov. Uninvolved on an analogous change in the production of a warehouse. At the singing of Lermontov, one can see the influx of the Decembrist literature and poetry of I.V. Goethe. "Mtsiri" carried in its own motives, which were already in the early works of the poet: "Boyarin Orsha" and "Spovid".

Lermontov's associates remembered the similarity between "Mtsiri" and "Shinyonskіm v'yaznem" Byron, we will translate into Russian language Zhukovskiy. However, the hero hates the suspension and the bazhaє is overwhelmed by self, that is, Mtsiri is pragmatic to the people.

criticism

The most commendable testimonials are given by the critics M. Lermontov. "Mtsiri" made a literary scholar not only an ideological snake, but the form of a wiklade. Bolinsky in a sense, that in cholovic Rome, as it is written tvir, “to sound and often fall, like a blow of a sword”, and to resist in harmony with “the indestructible power of the mighty nature and the tragic camp of the hero to eat”.

Lermontov's accomplices from the throngs guess about the reading of "Mtsiri" by the author himself. in "Knowing the Russian Poets" describing a strong enmity, as if he had taken out what Mikhail Yuriyovich had read about the song in Tsarskoye Sely.

visnovok

"Mtsiri" - the price of the most beautiful poem by M.Yu. Lermontov. She sings demonstrating her mastery and ideas, like the bullets of a near rebellious nature. Passion and strength, with which Mikhailo Yuriyovich, describing the countrymen of the Yunaki, the great atrocity, albeit a lively life in the silence of the monastic walls, madly captivated by the story of the author himself. We can now re-read "Mtsiri" from us, re-read the music and the beauty of this wondrous creation, and ... touch the beautiful.

Mikhailo Yuriyovich Lermontov.

Mtsiri - Georgian language means "non-serving monk", which means "novice". (Lermontov's note.)

Savoring, I have tasted a little honey, and I'm dying.

1st Book of Kings

Crumbs of rock_in that

There, de, get angry, make noise,

Embracing two sisters,

Strumeni Aragvi i Kuri,

Bouv Monastir. Through the fire

І niny back pishokhid

Stop the littered gate,

І vezhі, і church star;

Ale do not smoke anymore

Zapashnye dimum censer,

Do not feel a bit of a back in the middle of the day

Good luck for us.

Now one old Sivy,

Ruin guardian napivzhivy,

By people and death,

Zmіta drank from gravestones,

Yakikh write to speak

About the glory of the past - and about those

Yak, torment with his winz,

Such and such a king, in such and such a rik,

Having handed over to Russia their people.

І god grace went down

To Georgia! won tsvila

A quiet feast in those of your own gardens,

Do not be afraid of the enemies,

3a facet of friendly bugs.

Once a Russian general

Z gir to Tiflis through;

A child full of wine viz.

That zaneduzhiv, without vitrim

Prats of the Distant Way;

Vin buv, he was well, rockin six,

Yak sarna gir, polokhliviy i wild

І weak і nasty, yak will outline.

Ale in the new is sick of ailment

Rozvinuv todі cannіy spirit

Yogo Batkiv. Without skarg vin

Nudiv, navit weak stogin

Not childish lips,

I am familiar with the

I quietly, proudly dying.

Pity one monk

Looking ailing, and in the walls

Ok,

The mystery of the friendship of hiding.

Ale, strange child duck,

A collection of big winnings from usih,

Blukav bezmovny, selfless,

Marveling, zithayuchi, at the skid,

Genemo unclear tight

For the sides of your native.

Ale pislya until the end of the sound,

Having become a stranger's mind,

Buv of baptism by the holy father

I, with a dull light of unaware,

Already wanting at Kolori Rocks

Correct the black abode,

Yak raptom once vіn znik

Autumn nights. Dark Fox

Kolam stretching along the mountains.

Three days all the buzz about new

Marni bouly, ale potim

Yogo in the steppe without sentiment knew

I was brought to the monastery.

Win scary blidy boo and thin

I weak, yak nibi dovgy pratsyu,

Ailment or hunger I saw.

Win on finished not received

On a skin day, it’s light-hearted.

І close becoming yogo end;

Todi priyshov do nyogo chernets

For the benefit of the good;

I, proudly hanging, ailment

Having taken a surplus of strength,

I do it like this, saying:

“You hear me tell you

Judge priishov, dyakuyu.

Everything is more beautiful in front of kim-nebud

Lay down my chest with words;

Ale people, I am not afraid of evil,

For that, my right

Crumbs of corysty you know,

Is it possible for the soul to grow?

I am a little alive, і live at the polony.

There are two such lives in one,

Ale tilki, I'll try again,

I’m going to be bi, I’m b mig.

I knew one deprived of dumi vlada,

One - ale half-mian addiction:

Vona, yak worm, lived in me,

They gouged my soul and burned it.

Vona my world clicked

From the cells of suffocating prayers

That divine light has trials and battles,

De in gloomy skeletons,

De people are vilny, like eagles.

I am addicted to temryavi nights

Blowing with tears and tight;

Її in front of heaven and earth

I nini voiced

I don’t beg about Probachennya.

Old man! I have developed a lot of feelings,

As for me, from death to vryatuvav -

Now? .. Gloomy and self-reliance,

A thunderstorm of tearing through a leaf,

I am viral at frowning stinakh

The soul of a child, a share of a monk.

I couldn't tell anyone

Sacred words "father" and "mother".

Surely, you want, old people,

I'm in the dweller of Vidwick

From cich licorice іmen, -

Durhamno: the sound of the їх boom populations

With me. І bachiv at іnshikh

Vіtchіznu, booths, friends, relatives,

And I didn’t know

Not only miles of souls - graves!

Todi, empty, not vitiated,

In my soul, I vimoviv an oath:

I want to mite if not

My burning chest

Squeeze tight to the breasts іnshy,

I want don’t know, ale ridny.

Sorry! now dreams are

Lost in new beauty,

I am a yak alive, in a foreign land

I will die as a slave and an orphan.

My grave is not lyakє:

There seems to be a country person to sleep

In the cold winter quiet;

Ale zhittyam Skoda will get me.

I am young, young ...

The roving youth of the world?

For not knowing, having forgotten,

Yak hated and loving;

Yak beating my heart

When you see the sun and the water

From the highest vezhi kutoviy,

By and by, by the hour

At the very top of the wall,

Child of a homeless land,

Crouching, young blue

Sit, angry thunderstorm?

Come on now, beautiful light

You are armed; ti weak, ti ​​sivy,

І vid bazhan ty vidvik.

What a need? Ty is alive, old man!

Tobi є in the light of zabuti,

Ty is alive - I am also a bi life!

You want the nobility, I'm bachiv

At will? - Write fields,

Pagorbi, vintsem

Trees, grown with a stake,

Noisy with NATO,

Yak brothers in a circular dance.

I bachiv buy dark skel,

If there is a good deal of food.

І think їх I guess:

Me bulo ponad those given!

Prostyagneni in the past a long time

Ob_ymi kam'yani їkh,

І look forward to developing my skin;

Ale dni to bizhat, bizhat to rock -

Oh, don't go nicholas!

I bachiv girski ridges,

Chimena, yak mriya,

If in the year of the rank dawn

Kurilisya, yak vivtari,

Їх peaks in the sky,

I mark for a mark,

Having left the dark sviy nichlig,

Directed to the skid -

Start a caravan

Golden birds from distant lands!

In the distance I am back in the mist,

At sigah, how to burn, like a diamond,

Sivy not the Caucasus;

I got my heart

Easy, I don't know why.

I’m alive there,

Mtskheta is the ancient capital of Georgia, it was conceived there, "de, get angry, make noise, / Obіynya, nibi two sisters, / Strumenі Aragvi і Kuri". Right there, in Mtskheti, the Cathedral of Svetitskhoveli with the supporters ostnіkhtsarіv Independent Georgia, "handed" "their people" to the United Russia. Silent period (end of the 17th century) І conceive the grace of God to the richly compassionate land - blossom out and prosperity, "do not be afraid of the enemies, / For the face of friendly bagnets."

“Once a Russian general / Z gir to Tiflis lived; A child full of wine viz. / That zaneduzhav ... "Razumiyuchi, in such a camp we live in a child's life to Tiflis, you will NOT take the general, scolding in Mtskheti, in the local monasteries. Mtskhetian monks, righteous men, ascetics, educators, vilikuvav and baptized a child, wiggle him in a truly Christian spirit. To be built, easy and easy to reach. Having forgotten the old language and sounding to the full, Mtsiri vіlno rozmovlyaє in Georgian. Vchorashniy wild boar "ready at the development of rocky pro-project black village".

The first rapt, in advance of the urochistoy podії, priymaka znikє, uncomfortably hanging from the monastic fortress at that hour, if the holy fathers, angry with a threat, stopped, like lambs, near the veterinarian. Utikach, naturally, joke all the monastic rattyu and, as good, for three days. To no avail. However, in a dozen hour, Mtsir still knows how to call it vipadkovo as outside people - and not in glybin Caucasian gir, And in the closest outskirts of Mtskheta. Having known a servant of the Yunakov monastic servant lying on the vapalenoy sintered earth, unconscious, bring him the stench to the monastery.

If Mtsiri comes before you, the monks will do youma. Win to move. Yogo is forced to wake up by force, even to drop the hang, not to transfer it to the sickness, or to be able to do it. Mtsiri see from the beginning. Having said so, it’s stubborn to buy his “kinets”, until Mtsiri will power the very same chentsya, who is the one who has gone out and baptized. The good old man has a lot of attachments to the point of adolescence, and even better, hey, it’s written for all of his family to die so young, the vicon of the Christian obedience resigned, repenting and wiping off before the death of his death.

Ale Mtsiri zovsim does not repent of the zukhvaly vchinka. Nawpaki! Win writing him like a feat! That is why, in the will of wine, he is alive and alive as all his ancestors lived - in alliance with the wild nature - zirki, like eagles, wise, like a serpent, strong, like girsky leopards. Bezzbroyny, Mtsiri joins the single combat against the king of the reigning beast, the khazyain of the tute dormant fools. І, honestly changing yogo, to bring (by yourself!), Scho mig bi "bootie in the land of fathers / Chi not for the rest of the goodies."

Seeing the will to turn the Yunaki to those who, when you were happy, would have come to know the bondage: the memory of dynasty. Win zgadu and і іdnu movu, і old aul, і denouncing loved ones - dad, sisters, brothers. Moreover, do not let, for a short time, life in union with the wild nature, rob him with a great poet. Razpovidayuchi chernets about those who bachiv, who survived, blukayuchi in the mountains, Mtsiri pidbiraє words, vividly similar to the pristine nature of the fatherland.

And only one grykh will cover his soul. Grih tsei is an oath-breaking. And even prick, for a long time, still as a youth, duck swearing to himself with a terrible oath, as soon as from the monastery and where there is a stitch in the same border. The first axis of guilt is trying to hit the right one straight: go, go, rush, povze, fight - on skid, on skid, on skid. For the whole hour, and during the day, and at night, behind the sun, behind the stars - on the way to Mtskheta! I raptom viyavlya, so, having broken a colo, turning to the same place, the sound of the next moment, the feat of Vtechi, At the closest outskirts of Mtskheta; zvidsi with the hand of tribute to the monastic abode! In the first place, in the rosy Mtsiri, it’s not just a simple primer. The rocky, held in the "prison", in the chambers, while the monaster did not just physically weaken it.

Life in fullness has extinguished the "promin-traveler" in your soul, so that those without a pommel, you can feel your own stitches, as if the people of the world are a skinny highlander, and without what in the wild days of the Central Caucasus there are no people, there is no sound. So, the Mtsiri wandered from the monastic fortress, ale this inner vyaznitsa, the one who was civilized in his soul, he wasn’t zruynuvaty! The very tragic witness, and not the torn wounds inflicted by the leopard, kill life in the Mtsir, the instinct of life, that hunger for life, which comes to the light of justice, and not accept the children of nature. An ugly freedom-lover, guilt, do not live as a slave, I am a slave to the world: humbly, do not curse at all.

Alone, I’m sorry to ask my prisoners, why they praised him in that little corner of the monaster’s garden, the sounds “the Caucasus is visible”. Yogo dina hope for the mercy of the cold, from the gir vin vitertsya - raptom bring to the siritsky grave the faint sound of the native moving or the shaving of the mountainous song ...

] Having passed;
A child full of wine viz.
That zaneduzhiv, without vitrim
Prats of the Distant Way;
Vin buv, he was well, rockin six,
Yak sarna gir, polokhliviy i wild
І weak і nasty, yak will outline.
Ale in the new is sick of ailment
Rozvinuv todі cannіy spirit
Yogo Batkiv. Without skarg vin
Nudiv, navit weak stogin
Not childish lips,
I am familiar with the
I quietly, proudly dying.
Pity one monk
Looking ailing, and in the walls
Ok,
The mystery of the friendship of hiding.
Ale, strange child duck,
A collection of big winnings from usih,
Blukav bezmovny, selfless,
Marveling, zithayuchi, at the skid,
Lovely unclear tight
For the sides of your native.
Ale pislya until the end of the sound,
Having become a stranger's mind,
Buv of baptism by the holy father
I, with a dull light of unaware,
Already wanting at Kolori Rocks
Correct the black abode,
Yak raptom once vіn znik
Autumn nights. Dark Fox
Stretching around the mountains.
Three days all the buzz about new
Marni bouly, ale potim
Yogo in the steppe without sentiment knew
I was brought to the monastery.
Win scary blidy boo and thin
I weak, yak nibi dovgy pratsyu,
Ailment or hunger I saw.
Win on finished not received
On a skin day, it’s light-hearted.
І close becoming yogo end;
Todi priyshov do nyogo chernets
For the benefit of the good;
I, proudly hanging, ailment
Having taken a surplus of strength,
I do it like this, saying:

“You hear me tell you
Judge priishov, dyakuyu.
Everything is more beautiful in front of kim-nebud
Lay down my chest with words;
Ale people, I am not afraid of evil,
For that, my right
Crumbs of corysty you know, -
Is it possible for the soul to grow?
I am a little alive, і live at the polony.
There are two such lives in one,
Ale tilki, I'll try again,
I’m going to be bi, I’m b mig.
I knew one deprived of dumi vlada,
One - ale half-mian addiction:
Vona, yak worm, lived in me,
They gouged my soul and burned it.
Vona my world clicked
From the cells of suffocating prayers
That divine light has trials and battles,
De in gloomy skeletons,
De people are vilny, like eagles.
I am addicted to temryavi nights
Blowing with tears and tight;
Її in front of heaven and earth
I nini voiced
I don’t beg about Probachennya.

Old man! I have developed a lot of feelings,
As for me, from death to vryatuvav -
Now? .. Gloomy and self-reliance,
A thunderstorm of tearing through a leaf,
I am viral at frowning stinakh
The soul of a child, a share of a monk.
I couldn't tell anyone
Sacred words "father" and "mother".
Surely, you want, old people,
I'm in the dweller of Vidwick
From cich licorice іmen, -
Durhamno: the sound of the їх boom populations
With me. I'm bachiv at the ones
Vіtchіznu, booths, friends, relatives,
And I didn’t know
Not only miles of souls - graves!
Todi, empty, not vitiated,
In my soul, I vimoviv an oath:
I want to mite if not
My burning chest
Squeeze tight to the breasts іnshy,
I want don’t know, ale ridny.
Sorry! now dreams are
Lost in new beauty,
I, yak, live in a foreign land
I will die as a slave and an orphan.

My grave is not lyakє:
There seems to be a country person to sleep
In the cold winter quiet;
Ale zhittyam Skoda will get me.
I am young, young ...
The roving youth of the world?
For not knowing, having forgotten,
Yak hated and loving;
Yak beating my heart
When you see the sun and the water
From the highest vezhi kutoviy,
By and by, by the hour
At the very top of the wall,
Child of a homeless land,
Crouching, young blue
Sit, angry thunderstorm?
Come on now, beautiful light
You are armed: you are weak, you are,
І vid bazhan ty vidvik.
What a need? Ty is alive, old man!
Tobi є in the light of zabuti,
Ty is alive - I am also a bi life!

You want the nobility, I'm bachiv
At will? - Write fields,
Pagorbi, vintsem
Trees, grown with a stake,
Noisy with NATO,
Yak brothers in a circular dance.
I bachiv buy dark skel,
If there is a good deal of it,
І think їх I guess:
Me bulo ponad those given!
Prostyagneni in the past a long time
Ob_ymi kam'yani їkh,
І look forward to developing my skin;
Ale dni to bizhat, bizhat to rock -
Oh, don't go nicholas!
I bachiv girski ridges,
Chimena, yak mriya,
If in the year of the rank dawn
Kurilisya, yak vivtari,
Їх peaks in the sky,
I mark for a mark,
Having left the dark sviy nichlig,
Directed to the skid -
Start a caravan
Golden birds from distant lands!
In the distance I am back in the mist,
At sigah, how to burn, like a diamond,
Sivy not the Caucasus;
I got my heart
Easy, I don't know why.
My secret voice speaking,
I’m alive there,
I became in my memory
Clearer, clearer ...

I guess my father's house,
Our gorge and a stake
Near tіnі rozsipaniye aul;
I feel the evening hum
Before home to live herds
I distant gavkit known psіv.
I remembered the loving people of the kidnapped Vika,
At the light of the month's evenings
Against Batkivsky gank
Sitting with the importance of the individual;
I blisk insertion knife
Kinjaliv dovgih ... i like a dream
All the priceless low
Raptom flashed in front of me.
And my father? Vin yak is alive
Have your own dressing boy
Buv me, i remember me
Chain mail dzvin, і blisk rushnitsі,
І proud unpretentious look,
I of my young sisters ...
Swap your licorice eyes
І sound іхніх song and prom
Over my kolisku ...
There is a big potik in the gorge.
Vin galasliviy bouv, ale neglibokiy;
Until new, for a golden sip,
Grant I Opinion Ishov
I look at the stitches of stitches,
If it stinks in front of the board
Khvili eat krill.
І guessing our peaceful house
І before the evening in the sign
Rozpovidi dovgi about those
People lived like colish days,
If I am still writing the world.

You want to be noble
At will? Alive - and my life
Three blissful days without qih
Bula b sumnishe i hmurniy
Powerless your elder.
Long ago I thought
Take a look at the distant fields
Diznatisya, the earth is beautiful,
Diznatisya, for will il v'yaznitsa
On tsei svit people.
І in a year, a nіchny, lively hour,
If the thunderstorm licked you,
If, stovp_v at vіvtarі,
We were lying on the ground,
I am vtik. Oh I'm yak brother
Ob_ynyatsya z the storm buv bi radium!
I stitched Ochima Khmari,
Catching a blisk with my hand ...
Tell me, what is the middle of the stin
Could I have given you me in return
This friendship is short, ale alive
Mіzh burhlivy heart and thunderstorm? ..

9
Big I dovgo - de, kudi?
Do not know! zhodna zirka
Chi without touching the important way.
Me bulo cheerfully inhale
Into my tormented chest
Good freshness is quiet,
I only! Bagato I'm Godin
Big, i nareshti, statute,
Prilig mіzh high grasses;
Hearing: the chase is dumb.
The thunder has grown too thin. blide light
Stretching out in the dark haze
Between the dark sky and the earth,
I rozrіznyav I, yak vіzerunok,
On n_y teeth of distant gir;
Neruhomiy, I am lying,
An hour into the gorge jackal
Crying and crying, yak child,
І, smooth lazy Vibliuchi,
The serpent of the kovzala mіzh stones;
Ale fear without squeezing my soul:
I myself, yak zvir, buv far from people
I povz and hovavsya, like a serpent.

Down below me
Potik, with a thunderstorm,
Noise, and the noise is deaf
Hundreds of angry voices
Similarity. I want without words
I’m a clean buv to rozmov,
Silent narration, vichna superperechka
With a stubborn pool of stone.
Either by a rapt, quieted down, now a stronger one
Win lunav at a quiet place
I axis, in the foggy temple
The birds fell asleep, і skіd
having become rich in gold; vіterets
Sirі robbed the leaves;
Drowsy sleepy kits,
І, yak stink, nazustrіch day
I lifted my head ...
I looked around; I DO NOT melt:
I was scared; on the edge
I will block my lifeless lying,
De viv, turn around, angry shaft;
Tudi led a scoop;
Ale lishe, an evil spirit crooked over them,
If, zignutih Win viprostovu from heaven,
At the ground floor is a priest.

Around me there are flowers of the Garden of God;
Roslyn Ryan outfit
Zberig in the footsteps of heavenly tears,
I coachman of vines
Vilisia, beautiful among the trees
Transparent green leaves;
First threat to them,
Earrings are like dear ones,
We hung out in writing, and for an hour
Before them ptahіv lіtav polokhliviy rіy.
I know I have fallen to the ground
I know out loud becoming
To charming, wonderful voices;
Stinks whispered through the bushes,
They led their nachebto mova
About the rooms of heaven and earth;
І all nature voices
Were angry here; do not distribute
In the tract the year is praised
Leave the people with a proud voice.
Everything that I saw in Todi,
Tі dumi - їm is not going to follow;
Ale I would like to hear from you,
Live, I want to think, I know.
Togo to the wound buv heavenly star
So pure, how an angel is flying
An old glance stitches b mg;
Win so clear buv gliboky,
So with a blue twinkle!
I am in my eyes and soul
Drowning, leave the midday spec
My world is not recognized,
First, I have become a sprawl.

Todi to the flow from the sky,
Trim for the tough bushes,
Z put on the stove I, yak mg,
Go down the soil. З-під ніг
Zirvivshis, stone inodі
Kotivaya down - behind him Rezda
Dimila, ashes curled up in a stop;
Buzzing and streaming, then
Vin poglinaєmo bouv vilny;
I am hanging over the glybin,
Ale youth is strong,
І death was not scary!
First, I’m a cool guy
Descending, the freshness of the waters
I felt the need for me,
I hungrily until I was sick.
Raptom - voice - light noise of crocs ...
Mittovo grasping among the bushes,
With the mimicking tremor of the hunters,
I saw a fearful look
I greedily become loud:
I closer, closer all sounding
Georgian voice is young,
So the naturalness of living,
So malty vilny, nibi vin
Leave the sounds of friendly men
Vimovlyati bov grafting.
A simple song is a bull,
Ale in a dumka won me over,
І me, deprived of the day now,
The invisible spirit її spіvaє.

Trimyuchi glechik over your head,
Georgian woman with vuzkoy stitch
I went to the shore. hour
Vona kovzala mіzh kamenіv,
Confuse your lack of handiness.
І single bouv її outfit;
It’s easy to get out, because
Vigini dovgi chadri
Visited. lіtnі specs
Covered a ton of gold
Personality and breasts; i bake
Dikhav from її mouth and shik.
І dark eyes buv so gliboky,
So with the secret places of love,
Do you think my sticks
Knowledgeable. I remember only
Glechika dzvin, - if strumin
Poured into the new,
First ... more than nothing.
If I have thrown over to know
I have extended from the heart of the shelter,
Vaughn is already far away;
I left, I want to be quiet, - ale it is easy,
The string is driven by a tractor of its own,
Yak poplar, king of the fields!
Not far away, in a cold place,
When they were healthy, they grew up to the skeleton
Two sakli to friendly friends;
Above the flat cover of one
Dimok strumen_v blakitny.
I bachu nibito now,
Yak they quietly opened the doors ...
I know the shutter! ..
Tobi, I know, do not sound
My tightness, my sadness;
I like b mіg, - me bulo b skoda:
Calm down the hwilin
Don't let me die with me.

Pratsi nights of hanging,
I lied in tіnі. Old dream
Keeping eyes on me ...
І know bachiv i uvі snі
Georgian women are young.
І wondrous, licorice tight
I know my chest ached.
I didn’t get magical -
I threw myself. already misyats
Vgori syayala, i alone
Liche's hmarinka Kralja is behind her,
Yak to recover my own,
Both greedy opened.
Light dark bouv і movchazny;
Leave with a fringed fringe
The tops of the lantsyug snigovy
In the distance they vibrated in front of me
So splashing into the shores.
The famous sakli has a vognik
Those trips, then I know again:
In heaven at the most recent hour
So the star is fading away!
I wanted me ... ale I still
Do not enter. I'm meta one -
Go to the homeland -
Mav v dushi y change
Suffering hunger, yak mg.
I axis straight ahead
Let go, fearful і name.
Ale will soon be in the forest
Burn in sight
And here it’s the way to get out of the way.

Daremno in a fairy tale hour
I tore away with my soulful hand
And thorns, twists with ivy:
All lis buv, eternal lis all around,
Terrible and thicker skin years;
І million black eyes
Marvelous night temryava
The crust of the skin bush ...
My pamorochilosya in the head;
I became an intermeddle on a tree;
Ale navit at the edge of heaven
All the same buv toothy lis.
Todi I fell to the ground;
І in nestamі ridav,
I grease to the breast of the earth,
I slyozi, slyosi flowed
Her flammable dew ...
Ale, vir me, help people
I am not bazhav ... I am a stranger
For them navіk, yak zvіr steppe;
I yaksho b hoch hilin scream
I change - I swear, old man,
I would virvav weak my mova.

Ty pam'yataєsh child rocky:
Slozi, I didn’t know Nicoli;
Ale here I was crying without sorom.
Who Mig Bachiti? Lishe dark lis
So a month, how is it burning in the middle of heaven!
We will exchange Osyana,
Cover with moss and sap,
impenetrable style
Refined, in front of me
Bula glade. Raptom on niy
Minula tin, and two vogniv
Have rushed іskri ... і poіm
Yakis zvir with one streak
Z gushchavini viscochiv i lig,
Grayuchi, gorіlits for a pic.
That will be empty of the everlasting guest -
Mighty leopard. siru kistka
Winning grease and squealing merrily;
Having straightened those curved glances,
Nodding gently with his tail,
For the next month, - for the new
The wool was slicked.
I check, having buried horned bitches,
Khilinu battle; heart raptom
Fired with sprago fight
First blood ... so, hand share
She led me on a path ...
Ale nini, I remember that
Шо booty b mіg in the land of batkiv
Chi not from the rest of the goodies.

I check. І axis in tіnі nіchny
Voroga vidchuv vin, i vittya
Prolonged, mournful, yak stogin,
Having broken through the rapt ... and pohav vin
Angrily paw rity pisok,
Having become on the dibi, then it was attached,
First of all sayings stribok
I will be gnawed by a terrible death ...
Ale, I got ahead of him.
Strike my windy buv i speed.
Nadiyny bitch my, yak sokir,
Wide forehead yogo rozsіk ...
Winning, yak lyudin,
І thrown over. Ale know
I want lila for shelter
Thick, widespread sickness,
Beat boil, deadly beat!

Before me, he threw himself on his chest;
Ale in the throat I stood upright
І there twice and turn
I wake up ... Win curling,
Torn from the rest of the forces,
І mi, merge, like a pair of snakes,
Embracing two friends,
They fell at once, i into imli
Beat trivav on the ground.
I am terrible in quit;
Yak leopard barn, angry і wild,
I am burning, squealing, yak vin;
Well, I myself am a populist
At the family of leopards and vovkiv
Go with a canopy of leaves.
Good day, the words of the people
Forgetting me - in my breasts
Raised by that greedy cry,
My house is not my mova
Until the sound is not sound ...
Ale vorog my becoming znemagati,
Metatysya, more than dikhati,
Having killed me the last time ...
Zinitsi yogo unruly eyes
They flashed terribly - and because
We shrank quietly in our sleep;
Ale z we will win
Winning death face to face,
Yak in battle! ..

Ty bacish on my breasts
Trace glib holes;
The stench is not overgrown yet
І did not cry; ale earth
Syria pokriv їх refresh
І to start the death of now.
I'm forgetting about them,
I, having once again gained a surplus of strength,
I shaved it in the glybin of the forest ...
Alemarno, I squirmed with a share:
Vona laughed for me!

I am viyshov from lisu. I axis
Throwing day, and round dance
Svitel naputnіkh znik
In yogo flats. Foggy Fox
By speaking. in the distance aul
Smoke on the soil. vague hum
At the valley in the morning the test ...
I have become and become loud;
Ale zamovk vіn together with vіterts.
I cast a look around:
That edge, when I was good, is familiar to me.
І scary bulo me, intelligence
I don’t think I know
Turning around, I’m up to my head;
Scho marno style dniv
I have a secret thought,
Patient, tedious and suffering,
And everything is awaiting? .. Shcheb in kolori rokiv,
Ledve glancing at God's light,
With a thick dibs
The bliss of the wisdom of knowing,
Take me to the grave
Tug for the Fatherland of saints,
Nadiy oshukanikh dokir
And your pity ganba! ..
Even in the sums of the nerves,
I was thinking - a terrible dream ...
Raptom Dalny Dzvony Dzvin
Breaking through the moon in silence -
And here everything became clear to me ...
O! I know this one!
Win from childish eyes more than once
Zganyav bachennya sniv alive
About miles of neighbors and relatives,
About the will of the wild steppes,
About light, say horses,
About the battle of miracles mіzh skel,
De all alone, I rewound! ..
I heard without tears, without strength.
Hello, dzvin to vikhodiv
Z heart - nibi htos
Striking in my chest with zalizom.
І vaguely zoosumіv I Todі,
I’m going to batkivshchyna
Do not put any nikoli anyway.

So, having earned my foal my!
Mighty kin, a stranger in the steppe,
Throwing off the filthy top,
To Batkivshchyna nearby
Chi know straight and short way ...
What am I in front of him? dumb chest
Sponsored by bazhannyi and tight:
Those heat of powerlessness and empty,
Gra mriya, ailment to the rose.
On me my friend is vyaznytsya
Has overshadowed ... Such a quote
Yak prokynuv: virіs samotnіy
І blіdiy vіn mіzh slabs sirikh,
1st young leaf
Chi without releasing, all check in the exchange
Those who cluck. 1st day
Gone, that good hand
Summarily destroyed quotes,
I bouv vin in the garden of transferences,
The Trojan horse. Three sides
The liquor of the butty dyhal ...
Ale well? Ledve the dawn went down,
Palyuchy promin 'її obpik
The vyaznitsa wiggles have a quilt ...

I yak yogo, firing me
In the fire of a relentless day.
Daremous I got into the grass
My worn head:
Visokhliy leaf її vintsem
Thorns over my chol
Calling, and in the guise of fire
The earth itself was dying for me.
Vibliskuchi shvidko in the city,
Іskri circled; z bilikh skel
Strumen_v steam. Holy light sleeping
For a deaf person
I have an important dream.
I would like to shout derkach,
Іl grandma trill alive
Pochula, abo strumka
Children babble ... Leave the snake,
We will scorch with dry buryan,
Vibliskuchi with a cheeky back,
Not written in gold
Cover the bottom of the blade,
Kermo rozsipchasty sisok,
Kovzala dbailo; potim,
Gently, indulge in the new,
Lost to ring;
Those, nibi with rapt,
Tossing about, stribala won
І in distant bushes ...

І everything was in heaven
Light and quiet. krіz bet
In the distance, the chorns and the doors of the mountains.
Our monastir through one
Vibliskuvav teeth with a wall.
Below Aragvi i Kura,
Wrapped with an oblyamіvkoy sіrіbla
Pidoshvi of the fresh islands,
For the root of the whispering bushes
They were friendly and easy ...
I was far away from them!
When I get up - in front of me
Everything was spinning with shvidk_styu;
I want to shout - the language is dry
Silent і neruhomous buv ...
I am dead. mene moriv
Before death madder.
I was building up,
I'm lying on the same day
Glibokoi rychki - i Bula
Around there is a taєmnich іmla.
І, spragu vіchnu spіvayuchi,
Yak ice cold strumin,
Dzyurchit, pour me into my chest ...
I am afraid to fall asleep, -
It was so full of licorice, anyway ...
And over me at Vishina
Hvilya tisno to hvilya
1st son krіz kryshtal hvili
Much sweeter than a month ...
First row of the herd
Inodi was grabbed at the exchange.
I remember one of them:
Wonderful
I was cuddling before me. lazy
The bullet is covered with gold
Її back. get out
Over my head more than once,
І look її green eyes
Buv summarily low and high ...
I couldn't imagine myself:
Її silver voice
Me movi wondrous whispers,
First, second, and knowledge of the game.

Vin saying: "My child,
You will be here with me:
Water has a private life
І cold and calm.

I cry my sisters:
We dance in a circle
Cheerfully hazy glance
І spirit of exhaustion tvіy.

Sleep, lіzhko your m'yaka,
Prosory is your cover.
Go through the rock, go through the century
Pid homin divovyzhnykh sniv.

About my mi! I do not take it,
I love you
I love yak vilna strumin,
I love my life yak ... "

I dovgo, dovgo I heard;
I was thinking, the string is resounding
Angered the quiet homin sviy
With the words of the ribka is golden.
Then I got lost. God's light
In the eyes zgas. deity madder
Bezsilla tila sacrificed ...

So I know and come up with ...
You know yourself.
I am sketchy. Wir my words
For not vir, I am all one.
I will only be tormented by one:
My corpse is cold and my name
Chi will not smolder in the land of origin,
І rise of my hearty torments
Do not cry out between the walls of the deaf
Attention to sorrowful nichi
It’s dark in the world.

Goodbye, dad ... give me your hand:
Ty vidchuvash, mine in vogni ...
Know that the memory of the youthful days,
Hiding, alive in my breasts;
Ale nini yizhi is dumb yomu,
І vin having lost his vyaznitsa
I will return to the knowledge before
That is all legitimate low
Yes, citizens and spokiy ...
Why not? - let it go to paradise,
At the holy, post-darkened land
My spirit know sob ...
Sorry! - for decilka khvilyn
Mіzh cool and dark skel,
De I am a child of gravel,
I'd like heaven and prosperity ...

If I become dead
І, vір, that is not necessary to check,
Ti transfer me led
At our garden, in those days, de flowers
Akats_y b_likh two bushes ...
The grass between them is so thick,
I am so fresh,
І so clear-cut golden
Light-hearted on a dream list!
There they took me away.
By the radiance of a blakit day
I'll get drunk the last time.
You can see it and the Caucasus!
Bootie maybe, win from your heights
Grant me a farewell,
Above the cool wind ...
I beat me before the end
The sound of the early morning sound!
I think I am a friend
Іl brother, grasping at me,
Viter with a respectful hand
3 individuals die cold pit
І verse spіvaє
Win me about my country ...
I will fall asleep with a thought
I will not curse anyone! .. "