Текст песни Некрасов Н.А. - Размышления у парадного подъезда

Here is the main entrance. On solemn days,
Obsessed servile ailment
A city with some dismay
Arrives at the exit door;
Writing his name and title,
Guests are leaving home
So deeply satisfied with themselves,
What to think - in their vocation!
In normal days, this magnificent staircase
Precipitated miserable person:
Schemers, seekers places
And the mean old man, and the widow.
From him and to him and know that in the morning
All couriers papers jump.
Returning a singing & quot; Tram Tram & quot ;,
But some asylum cry.
Once I saw the guys come here,
Russian village people
Prayed at the church and stood afar off,
Dangling brown head to his chest;
Seemed doorman. & Quot; prevent & quot;, - say
With an expression of hope and flour.
He looked around the guests: ugly to look!
Tanned face and hands,
Armyachishka lean on his shoulders,
By knapsack on their backs bent,
Cross around his neck and the blood on his feet,
In homemade sandals shod
(Know wandered something they dolgonko
From some distant provinces).
Someone shouted to the porter: & quot; Drive!
Our dislikes ragged mob! & Quot;
And slammed the door. Constant,
Unleashed KOSHLAY pilgrims
But the doorman would not let, poor mite not taking,
And they went, the burning sun,
Repeating: & quot; Sudi his god! & Quot ;,
Breeding hopelessly hands
And as long as I could see them,
With uncovered heads were ...

And the owner of the luxurious chambers
Another dream was enveloped in deep ...
You're considering an enviable life
Rapture shameless flattery,
Flirting, gluttony, game
Awake! There are pleasure:
Gate of them! to you to rescue them!
But happy deaf to good ...

You are not afraid of the thunder of heaven,
And the earth in your hands,
And these people are obscure
Non-Source grief in their hearts.

What do you this grief crying,
What do you want the poor people?
Eternal holiday quickly running
Life does not give you wake up.
And for what? Schelkoperov3 pastime
You are calling people's benefit;
Without it, you will live with glory
And with glory die!
Tranquil Arcadian idillii4
Sunset declining days.
Under the captivating air of Sicily,
In the shade of sweet wood,
Contemplating the sun purple
Immersed in a sea of ​​azure,
His golden stripes -
Lulled by the gentle singing
Inland waves - like a child
You fall asleep, surrounded by the care
Dear and beloved family
(Waiting for the death of your looks);
Bring to us remains yours,
To honor the funeral feasts,
And thou shalt thou grave ... hero
Secretly cursed the fatherland,
Exalted loud praise! ..

However, what we have such a person
Worry for small people?
Not to them if we vent anger? -
Security ... even more fun
What a consolation priiskat ...
Never mind that tolerate a man:
Thus leading us Providence
Set ... but he's used to!
For outpost in squalid inn
All propyut poor to ruble
And go, pobirayas road
And zastonut ... Native Land!
Give me a monastery,
I have not seen such an angle,
Wherever your sower and keeper,
Where would the Russian peasant did not groan?
He groans in the fields, on the roads,
He groans in prisons, in jail,
In mines, iron chain;
He groans under the barn, under the stack,
Under the wagon, sleeping in the desert;
Moans in his own poor little house,
Light of God's sun is not happy;
Moans in each town deaf,
At the entrance of courts and chambers.
Vyd the Volga Whose groan is heard
Of the great Russian river?
This moan we have a song called -
That haulers are tow! ..
Volga! Volga! .. Spring abounding
You're not flood the field,
As sorrowing folk
Overfilled our land -
Where the people there and moan ... Oh, heart!
What does it mean to your endless moan?
You wake Mademoiselle by forces
Or, the fate of obeying the law,
All that could, you've already made -
Created a song similar to moan,
And spiritually ever slept? ..