Well, b, hello, words ...
The words that voice are better.
And the heart’s beating is alive,
Yak ikh they! З Know, God alone
І voice of that, і ті words
Walk between people! . . . . . . . . . . .
Abducted
Do not squabble,
And standing on the deck
I watch the sea,
Mov to Idu ... IZ from the fog,
Yak seem, began to peer
Red-faced Diana ...
And I’m thinking of sleeping
Ta th becoming schob trochi marvel
Chubby young woman
Chi teє ... dvchinu! .. Sailor,
Such is our fellow countryman from Ostrovno, *
On the watch standing
He was blaming himself,
That th sleeping, - quietly, quietly,
Schob kapіtan not chuv, more evil
I’m dashing, I want a fellow countryman.
Spiva sailor, like that Cossack.
What about hiring a virіs orphan,
Ide service in Moscow! ..
A long time, a long time ago
I chuv, yak, standing with a willow,
Tikhenko dіvchina spіvala,
I feel sorry for the small
Togo an orphan,
Scho vin tired,
Having stolen a tin,
Luda seem and say:
Mabut, being drunk.
I cried, sorry for the little
Bulo sіromi-orphans.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Why are you crying now tee?
Why now, old,
The captive felt sorry -
What are the signs, zakritiy!
Scho himself єsy teper Muscovite,
Scho heart torn, beat,
First good road
Bulo in yoma then spilled,
Scho axis yak life happened, -
Chi so, a winch ?! - Yeah ...
* Orenburg. lips.
