Текст песни Александр Пушкин - Граф Нулин

It's time, it's time! horns blow;
Psari in hunting gear
Than the light is sitting on horses
Greyhounds are jumping in the packs.
The gentleman comes out onto the porch
Everything, on one's arms, overlooks;
His contented face
Of shining importance.
Chekmen tightened on it,
Turkish knife for the sash,
For a bosom in a flask of rum,
And a horn on a bronze chain.
In a night cap, in one handkerchief,
Eyes sleepy wife
Angrily looking out of the window
At the gathering, at the fire alarm ...
Here the husband was let down by a horse;
He grab the withers and in the stirrup leg,
Shouts to his wife: do not wait for me!
And drives out onto the road.

In the last days of September
(Despicable prose saying)
In the village it’s boring: dirt, bad weather,
Autumn wind, light snow
Yes, howling wolves. But that is happiness
To the hunter! Not knowing the neg

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In the drive off field he prances
Everywhere he finds his night,
Scolding, getting wet and feasting
Devastating raid.

And what does the spouse do
Alone in the absence of a spouse?
She has few lessons:
Salted mushrooms, feed geese,
Order lunch and dinner,
To look into the anbar and the cellar, -
Mistresses of the eyes everywhere need:
He will instantly notice something.

Unfortunately, our heroine ...
(Ah! I forgot to give her a name.
The husband just called her Natasha,
But we - we will call
Natalya Pavlovna) unfortunately
Natalya Pavlovna at all
Its economic part
I didn’t, then,
What is not in fatherly law
She was raised
And in a noble guesthouse
Emigrant Falbala.

She is sitting in front of the window;
The fourth volume is opened before it.
Sentimental novel:
The love of Eliza and Arman
Ile correspondence of two families. -
Classic, antique novel,
Perfectly long, long, long,
Moral and orderly,
No romance.
Natalya Pavlovna first
I read it carefully,
But soon somehow entertained
In front of the window of a fight that arose
Goat with a yard dog
And she quietly took up.

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Around the boys laughed.
Meanwhile, sadly, under the window,
The turkeys screamed
Followed by a wet cock;
Three ducks rinsed in a puddle;
A woman was walking through a dirty yard
Hang linen on the fence;
The weather was getting worse:
It seemed that he wanted to snow ...
Suddenly the bell rang.

Who lived long in the wilderness of the sad
Friends, that one, true, knows himself,
How strong is the bell
Sometimes we care about the heart.
Does a friend ride late
Comrade youth daring? ..
Isn’t she? .. Oh my god!
Here is closer, closer ... the heart beats ...
But by, by, the sound rushes by
Weaker ... and fell silent behind the mountain.

Natalya Pavlovna to the balcony
Running, happy to ring
He looks and sees: across the river,
At the mill, the stroller jumps.
Here on the bridge - to us for sure ... no,
Turned to the left. After
She looks and almost cries.

But suddenly ... oh joy! slope;
Side carriage. - “Filka, Vaska!
Who's there? hurry up! There is a stroller:
Now take her to the yard
And the master to ask for dinner!
Is he alive? .. run to visit!
Hurry, hurry! ”

The servant is running.
Natalya Pavlovna in a hurry
Beat a curly curl, throw a shawl,
Pull the curtains, move the chair

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And waiting. “Yes soon, my creator?”
Here they go, they go finally.
Splattered on the long road
Dangerously wounded, sad
Somehow drags the crew;
Following the young master is limping.
Servant Frenchman is not discouraged
And says: allons, courage! 1)
Here's the porch; here enter the canopy.
For the time being gentleman now
Peace is special
And wide open the door
While Picard is noisy, busy,
And the master wants to dress,
To tell you who he is?
Count Nulin, from foreign lands,
Where he squandered in a whirlwind of fashion
Your upcoming income.
Show yourself like a wonderful beast
He is going to Petropol now
With a stock of tailcoats and vests,
Hats, fans, cloaks, corsets,
Pins, cufflinks, lornets,
Colored shawls, stockings à jour, 2)
With the terrible book of Gizot,
With a notebook of evil caricatures,
With the new Walter Scott novel,
With bon-mots3) Paris court