Arseny Golenishchev-Kutuzov
2. Trepak
Forest and clearings. Deserts all around
A blizzard and cries and groans,
It feels like in the dark of night
An angry bury someone.
Look - it is! In the dark man
Death hugs, caresses,
With a drunk, a trepak dancing together
A song sings in my ear.
To dance with your girlfriend white!
Anyone dare to listen to her song!
Oh, man, old man wretched,
Drunk got drunk, trudged on dear,
And the blizzard, the witch, rose, leaped!
From the field - into the forest, by chance, I drove a dense one!
We grief, longing and wanting languid,
Lie down, rest and sleep, dear!
I’ll warm you with my snow;
Around you is a great game.
Shake the bed, you snowstorm, winch!
Well, start, sing along, the weather,
A fairy tale - such that it lasts all night,
So that the drunkard fell asleep firmly under it!
Goy you, forests, heavens and clouds!
Darkness, breeze and flying snow!
Let's get into the mugs, but the daring crowd
To the dance amused by my friends!
Take a look, my friend, a peasant happy!
Summer has come, bloomed! Above the cornfield
The sun is laughing, but the reapers are walking,
Snaps on compressed stripes count.
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Forest and clearings. Deserts all around.
The evil force has subsided
The bitter drunkard in the darkness of night
With a cry, a snowstorm buried.
Know, tired of dancing a trepak,
Singing songs with a white girlfriend -
He’s sleeping, he won’t wake up ... The grave is soft
And already covered with a blizzard!
