Пушкин Зимний вечер Pushkin Winter Evening

Storm with mist covers the heaven,
Twisting frosty snow winds' whirl;
Now, it howls like a beast craven,
Now, it wails like a child small.
On the roof dilapidated
It makes swish with dry straw stalks,
Like a traveler belated,
On the hut's window, it knocks.

Our hut, decrepit and shabby,
And dark, and sad, and lonesome.
Why you, gran, raised me from baby,
By the window, do keep mum?
Cause of storm's howling and fussing,
D'you, my friend, get tired bad,
Or d'you doze under buzzing
Of your spindle, twisting thread?

Let's drink, nanny, kind friend steady
Of my wretched youth and hut,
Drink from grief; where's the mug, ready?
It'll be gayer for the heart.
Sing your song me, how a tit spent
The calm life beyond the sea;
Sing your song me, how a girl went
For the water with morn glee.

Storm with mist covers the heaven,
Twisting frosty snow winds' whirl;
Now, it howls like a beast craven,
Now, it wails like a child small.
Let's drink, nanny, kind friend steady
Of my wretched youth and hut,
Drink from grief; where's the mug, ready?
It'll be gayer for the heart.

21-22 September, 2024

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Картина:  И. К. Айвазовский, И. Е. Репин. «Прощание Пушкина с морем», 1877 г. Всероссийский музей А. С. Пушкина Источник: Википедия

Painting: I. K. Aivazovsky, I. E. Repin. «Pushkin's Farewell with the Sea», 1877 All-Russian Pushkin Museum Source: Wikipedia