Текст песни Николай Некрасов - Железная дорога

Vanya (in coachman armyachke). Daddy! who built the road?
Daddy (in a coat lined with red). Count Pyotr Andreyevich Kleinmichel, darling!
The conversation in the car

I

Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air force invigorates tired;
Ice on the river's fragile icy
Like how the sugar is melting;
Near the forest, in a soft bed,
You can sleep - quiet and space!
The leaves have not yet had time to fade,
Fresh yellow and lie like a rug.
Glorious autumn! Frosty nights
Clear, calm days ...
There is no disgrace in nature! And Kochi
And moss bogs and tree stumps -
All is well under the glow of the moon,
Throughout darling Rus know ...
Quickly I fly on rails cast iron,
I thought the ...
II

"Good father! What to charm
Smart Vanya hold?
You let me by moonlight
To show him the truth.
This work, Vanya, was terribly enormous -
No one on the shoulder!
In the world there is the king that the king is merciless,
Hunger is the name of it.
He leads the army; sea ​​vessels
Rights; the gang herding people
He walks behind the plow, standing behind
Kamenotestsev, weavers.
It was he who drove the mass of the people here.
Many - in a terrible struggle,
For the life of thawing these barren wilds,
The coffin was found here currently.
Right Dorozhen'ka: narrow mound,
The bars, rails and bridges.
And on all sides of a bone Russian ...
How many of them! Vanya, do you know?
Hark! exclamations were heard terrible!
Stomp and gnashing of teeth;
The shadow passed over on frosty glass ...
That there? The crowd of the dead!
That way overtaken cast-iron,
The parties runs.
Hear you singing? .. "On the night the moon
Ljubo us see your work!
We are straining under the heat, under cold,
Since forever bent back,
They lived in dugouts and fought against hunger,
Frozen and got wet, sick with scurvy.
Robbed us literate, foremen,
Flogged bosses pressed the need ...
All we have undergone, God's Warriors,
Civilians working children!
Brothers! You reap the fruits of our!
We are also destined to rot in the ground ...
Whether all of us, the poor, the good commemorated
Or forgotten for a long time .. "
Do not be dismayed their singing wild!
With Volkhova with Mother Volga, with Oka
From all over the great state -
It's all your brothers - the men!
It's a shame timid, closed gloves.
You better not small! .. Volos rus,
You see, it is worth, exhausted by fever,
Tall, sick Belarusian:
Bloodless lips, eyelids fell,
Ulcers on the skinny arms,
Always in knee-deep water standing
The feet are swollen; Koltun hair;
Yamoyu chest that spade carefully
From day to day I leaned all his life ...
You should look into it, Vanya carefully:
It is difficult to own bread mined man!
Not straightened his back humped
He now again: stupid is silent
And mechanical rusty shovel
Frozen ground hammer!
This habit of noble work
We do not learn from bad to you ...
Bless the people's work
And learn to respect the man.
Do not be afraid for the homeland kindly ...
It delivers enough Russian people,
I deliver and the railroad -
It will make all that the Lord would send no!
It will make everything - and a wide, clear
Breast pave the way yourself.
I only wish - to live in this time of great
I do not have to - me or you. "
III

At that moment a deafening whistle
I shrieked - the crowd was gone dead!
"I saw Daddy, I sleep amazing -
Vanya said - five thousand men,
Russian tribes and representatives of breeds
Suddenly there - and he told me:
"Here they are - our road builders! .. ''
        General laughed!
- I was recently at Stony Vatican
At the Coliseum two nights wandering,
I saw in Vienna, St. Stephen,
What ... it is the people did?
Excuse me laugh this bold,
The logic of your little dick.
Or you Apollo Belvedere
Worse stove pot?
Here are your people - these baths and saunas,
The miracle of art - he's rastaskal! -
"I'm not talking to you, but to Vanya ..."
But the general did not give the object:
- Your Slavs, Anglo-Saxon and Teuton
Do not create - to destroy the master,
Barbarians! wild crowd of drunks! ..
However, it is time to do Vanyusha;
You know, the spectacle of death, sorrow
Children's heart is sinful anger.
Would you like your child is now shown
The bright side ... -
IV

                                "I am glad to show!
Listen, my dear: the works of rock
Concha - German rail puts too.
The dead are buried in the ground; sick
Hidden in dugouts; working people
Close crowd gathered at the office ...
They scratched their heads firmly:
Each Contractor shall remain,
Steel penny progulnye days!
All Skid foremen in the book -
He took you to a bath, whether the patient was lying:
"Maybe there is tepericha surpluses,
Why, you just try! .. "He waved his hand ...
In the blue coat - the venerable meadowsweet,
Thick, prisadisty, red, copper,
It goes through a contractor on a holiday,
He goes to see their work.
Idle people Gives Way decorum ...
Wipes the sweat from his face Kupchina
And he said, arms akimbo Picture:
"Okay ... Do you suppose ... Well done! .. Great! ..
With God, is now home - prozdravlyayu!
(Hats off - if I say!)
Barrel wine exhibition work
And - arrears I give! .. "
Someone "hurray" cried. Pick up
Louder, more friendly, broaching ... Lo and behold:
With the song foremen barrel rolled ...
There is a lazy and could not resist!
People unharnessed horses - and Kupchina
With a cry of "Hurrah!" Ran the road ...
It seems difficult it is gratifying picture
Draw, General? .. "