Текст песни Николай Некрасов - Дедушка

Once my father, in the office,
Sasha saw the portrait,
Depicted in the portrait
There was a young general.
Who is it? - Asked Sasha. -
Who? .. "- This is your grandfather. -
And the father turned away,
Low hung his head.
"What did not I see it?"
Pope word in response.
Grandson, grandfather standing in front,
Zorko looks at the portrait:
"Dad, what are you sighing?
He died ... alive? Speak! "
- When you grow up, Sasha, you'll know.
"That's just ... you'll say, look! .."

II

"Grandpa know, mother?" -
Mother son says.
- I know - and the hand of Sasha
Mom pulls the portrait,
Mom goes against the will.
"Tell me about him,
Mom! it is not good, is it,
What I do not see it?
Oh, dear! Well, do
Grace, say something! "
- No, he is kind and brave,
Just miserable. - On the chest
Mother hid her head,
Heavily sighing, trembling -
And wept ... And Sasha
Zorko looks at his grandfather:
"What are you, mother, sobbed
Words do not mean to say! "
- When you grow up, Sasha, you'll know.
Better let's go for a walk ... -

III

The house has a great anxiety.
Happy, bright face,
Newly house cleaning,
Mom whispered to his father.
How fun the conversation!
Son notices, silent.
- You will soon see his grandfather! -
Sasha's father says ...
Grandpa just raves
Sasha - can not sleep:
"What he does not go a long time? .."
- My friend! Far be it the way! -
Sasha sighed wistfully,
He thinks: "What a response!"
Here at last is coming
This mysterious grandfather.

IV

All that waiting too long ago,
We met an old suddenly ...
Blessed be He, sobbing,
The house and the family and servants,
Dust shook the threshold,
With neck solemnly removed
The image of the crucified God
And baptized, she said:
- Dnes I reconciled with all,
What has suffered in the century! .. -
Son of the Father bowed,
Feet washed the old man;
White curls scratched
Grandpa Sasha's mother,
Stroke them, kiss,
Sasha called kissing.
Right hand mummy
Santa grabbed, and the other
Sasha stroked rosy:
- What a handsome one! -
Grandpa gaze
Sasha saw - suddenly
Tears boy hail
Gushed to his grandfather's grandson
Rushed, "Grandpa! where are you
There once was lost for so many years?
Where are your epaulettes,
What is not in uniform are you wearing?
What are you hiding in the leg?
Wounded, whether that hand? .. "
- When you grow up, Sasha, you'll know.
Well, kiss the old man! .. -

V

Cheerful, animated,
Joy breathes the whole house.
From grandparents befriended Sasha,
Always walk alone.
There are meadows, forests,
Tearing cornflowers among the cornfields;
Grandpa is ancient years,
But even more vigorous and handsome,
Teeth Grandpa intact,
Gait, posture rigid,
Curls fluffy and white,
As silver beard;
Build, tall,
But as the baby looks,
Somehow Apostolic easy
Exactly always says ...

VI

Come ashore sloping
To the great Russian river -
Sandpiper fingered whistles,
Thousands of paws in the sand;
Barca lead Twine,
Chu, boatmen voice!
The flat expanse of the river -
Fields, meadows, forests.
Coolness blowing
With slow, slumbering waters ...
Grandfather kisses the ground,
Crying - and quietly sings ...
"Grandpa! you drop the
Large tears as hail? .. "
- When you grow up, Sasha, you learn!
Do not be sad - I am glad ...

VII

I am glad that I see the picture,
Sweet childhood eyes.
Look a look at this plain -
And he loved it!
Two or three estates of the nobility,
Twenty-the Lord's Church,
One hundred peasant villages
As in the palm of her!
In the forest a herd of grazing -
It is a pity that skotinka chalk;
The song is sung somewhere -
Sorry - non-source bitter!
A murmur: "Apply the same hand
Poor peasants soon! "
Millennial flour
Sasha, do you hear whether her? ..
It is necessary to be healthy
Sheep and their horses,
It is necessary to have a cow
Thicker Moscow merchants' wives -
There will be joy in the song
Instead of despair and suffering.
Do I have to? - "Grandpa, you have!"
- That's right! you mark the grandson! .. -

VIII

Lush winter crop germination
Each Tsvetik happy
Grandpa praises nature,
Strokes peasant children.
The first thing my grandfather
Talk to the guy,
It stretches a long conversation,
Grandpa would say later:
"Soon you will not be difficult,
Will a free people! "
And so wonderful smile,
Joy full bloom.
The joy of sharing it,
Leaping heart at all.
That's the smile of a saint!
That's just fascinating laugh!

IX

- Will soon give them freedom -
Old grandson noticed. -
Just need people.
I Wonder, Sasha saw:
A handful of exiled Russian
The terrible wilderness, for schism.
Will let the land they were given;
A year has passed unnoticed -
They're coming to the commissioners,
Lo and behold - it is a village,
Riga, sheds, barns!
In the forge hammer knocks,
The mill will build soon.
Already stocked men
Beast of the dark forest,
Fish from the river freestyle.
Once again, a year later we visited,
The new miracle found:
Residents collected bread
On the first of barren land.
Home alone children
Yes hefty dogs
Geese screaming pigs
Poked their noses in the trough ...

X

So gradually in half a century
He grew up a huge Posad -
Will and human labor
Wonderful divas do!
All accept, plump!
How much is there, Sasha, pigs,
Before the white village
In half a mile from the geese;
How are cultivated fields,
As there are abundant herds!
Tall, beautiful
Residents are always cheerful,
It can be seen - being penny!
Babu there grooms man:
On the feast of her dushegreyka
Sable collar!

XI

Children under age bliss,
Horse right now to the factory,
The wrought-iron, durable cart
A hundred pounds will take away ...
Fed horses, there is fed,
Everyone there lives sated,
Planks of the hut there is a covered,
Well, I tightened