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CAUSE

Roar and Stogne the wide Dnieper,
The angry wind is blowing,
Until then the willows are high,
I'm going to climb the mountains.
The next month at that time
I looked out of the gloom,
Not otherwise than in the blue sea,
First virinav, then stomped.
The third song has not yet sung,
No one is making noise anywhere,
The sichi in the garden called to each other,
But it’s clear that there are creaks.
Such a bounty under the mountain,
For fuck's sake,
What is black above the water,
So much whiter is shining.
Maybe the little mermaid came out
Mothers joke,
Or maybe the little Cossack is waiting,
Sand it down.
Not the little mermaid blues -
That girl walks
I don’t know myself (because it’s causal),
What does it mean to be timid?
So the witch spoiled
I wish I was less bored,
Shchob, bach, walking again at night,
I slept and looked
Young Cossack,
Having left Torik.
Promising to return,
And, perhaps, I will perish!
They didn't cover themselves with Chinese
Cossack eyes,
They didn’t show their face
Slime girls:
Eagle with brown eyes
On someone else's field,
The white body of the wolf s"ili, -
So much for it.
Darma shonich girl

Yogo looks.
Black-browed will not return
She doesn’t say hello
Don't untie your long braid,
Khustku is not the manager,
Don't take it easy - go to the house
Lay down an orphan!
Such is my share... Oh my dear God!
Why are you punishing me, young man?
For those who loved you so deeply
Cossack eyes?.. Forgive the orphan!
Whom should she love? Neither daddy, nor nenko,
Alone, like that bird in a distant land.
Let's go get your share, there's a young girl there,
Because strangers will laugh at you.
Chi vinna dove, why do you love a dove?
Is that blue one to blame for killing the falcon?
Manages, coos, whines with light,
Flying, searching, thinking - getting lost.
Happy dove: flying high,
Polina cares about God - dear ones.

Who is orphaned, who is fed,
And who will tell you, and who will know,
De miliy spends the night: in a dark place,
Chee in the bistream of the Danube, the horse is on the line,
Chi, maybe with another, fucks another,
Oh, black-brown, have you already forgotten?
It was as if the eagle's wings were given to them,
I knew a sweetheart across the blue sea;
I would love him alive, I would strangle my friend,
And I would lie down in a pit for a dead person.
It’s not enough to love your heart in order to share it with someone,
Not as we please, as God gives us:
I don’t want to live, I don’t want to argue.
“Judge me,” it seems like a thought, I’m sorry for the manager.
Oh my dear! it is your will
Such is the happiness, such is the fate!
There you go, no matter what you say.
Do not disturb the wide Dnieper:
The broken, wind, black gloom,
Let's sleep away from the sea,
And from the sky the month goes on and on;
And above the water, and above the garden,
All around, as if in a mustache, everything is moving.
Already gurgling - they were flying from the Dnieper

Small children, laughing.
“Let's go warm up! - they shouted. -
The sun has already fallen!” (Goli through;
Please mow the sedges, for the girls). ...
“Why are you all here? - mother's cry. -
Let's go have dinner.
Let's play, let's take a walk
Let's go to sleep with this little song:
Wow! Wow!
Solom spirit, spirit!
My mother gave birth to me,
I put it to the unbaptized woman.
Little month!
Our little dove!
Come to dinner with us:
We have a Cossack in the line-up, in the community,
Silver ring on the hand;
Young, black-browed;
We found out yesterday at Dibrov's.
Light longer in a clean field,
Let's walk around enough.
While the witches still fly,
Dedicate to us... He can now walk!
He’s under the oak tree and he’s going to work there.
Wow! Wow!
Solom spirit, spirit!
My mother gave birth to me,
She put it to the unbaptized woman.”
The unbaptized have registered...
Guy called himself; galas, zik,
Horde mov less often. The language is said,
Fly to the oak tree... nichichirk...
The unbaptized have become shamen,
To marvel is flashing,
You can climb up the Stovbur
To the very edge.
That's where the girl comes from,
Why was sleepy fornication:
For some reason

The little fortune teller was killing it!
To the very top on the hill
It became... cola in my heart!
Marvel at all sides
I'll stay with you for a long time.
There are mermaids around the oak tree
The little girls were waiting;
They took her, dear one,
They got it tarnished.
For a long time, for a long time we marveled
On this freak...
Third sounds: corn! -
They rustled into the water.
The lark chirped,
The eel is flying;
Zozulenka wrapped up her clothes,
Sitting on an oak tree;
The nightingale chirped -
The moon has gone down;
Chervonia is behind the mountain;
Plugatar is sleeping.
Black sea above the water,
The Poles walked;
They turned blue over the Dnieper
High graves;
The sound of rustling along the dibrova;
The thick vines whisper.
And the girl sleeps under the oak tree
When the dose is low.
Know, it’s good to sleep, what you don’t feel,
How do you cook Zozulya?
Why not treat, why live long...
You know, I fell asleep well.
And at this hour from Dibrova
Kozak screams;
Underneath him is a little black horse
She steps with force.
“I’m exhausted, comrade!
Let's finish today:
The house is close, it's a girl
Securing the gates.
Or maybe she’s already subjugated
Not me, someone else...
Shvidche, horse, shvidche, horse,
Hurry up home!”

Tired little raven,
Come on, stumble, -
Cossack Heart Kolo
What a reptile it is.
“The axis and that curly oak...
Won! Dear God!
Bach, I fell asleep watching,
My sisocrile!”
Throwing the horse before her:
“Oh my God, my God!”
The cry is її and kisses…
No, I can’t help you!
“Why did the stinks separate
Me and you?
Having registered, getting excited -
Head into the oak tree!
Girls go to the reaping field
But, know, they sing as they go:
Yak was seen off by his mother's son,
Like a Tatar fought in the night.
Walk - under the green oak
It's worth a lot of money,
And why the hell is he young?
Cossack and girl lie down.
Tsikavi (there are no children anywhere)
They sneaked up to sneak out;
If you marvel at what is driven in, -
Because of the commotion, get in!
The girlfriends were getting together,
Rub the mucus;
Comrades were gathering
To dig yami;
Let's go with the cows,
The bell rang.
They praised the bulk
Like a trace, according to the law.
They pressed the edge of the road
Two graves in life.
There is no one to ask
Why were they killed?
They put him over a Cossack
Yavir and yalinu,
And in the girls' heads
Red viburnum.
Baby girl arrives
Kuvati above them;
The nightingale arrives

Shchonich twitter;
Whispers and chirps,
Until the month ends,
Bye bye mermaids
They are preparing to leave the Dnieper.

DUMKA

Water flows in the blue sea,
It doesn’t wilt;
Shuka Cossack his share,
And there is not enough share.
Pishov Cossack light for his eyes;
The blue sea is gray,
The Cossack heart is burning,
And the thought is to say:
“Where are you going without drinking?
Who did you leave for?
Dad, nenko old one,
A young girl?
There are not the same people in a foreign country,
It's hard to live with them!
There will be no one to cry with,
Don't talk."
The Cossack sits on that boat,
The blue sea is blue.
Thinking, the share will tighten,
Grief was fading.
And the cranes fly on their own
Dodoma with keys.
Crying Cossack - Shliakhi Biti
Overgrown with thorns.

DUMKA

The wind is wild, the wind is wild!
You speak from the sea,
Wake him up, play with him,
Sleep the blue sea.
You know where my dear one is,
Bo wore it
Say, the blue sea,
What a shame.
If the darling is drowned -
Break the blue sea;
I'm going to joke about the little one,
I'll drown my grief,
I'll drown my little one,
I'll become a mermaid
I'll search in the black trees,
I'm sinking to the bottom of the sea.
I’ll find yogo, I’ll burn down,
To my heart's content.
Todi, hvile, carry it with us,
Where is the wind blowing!
If this is a dear boy,
Violent, you know,
What is wrong with walking, what is wrong with working,
You talk to him.
If you cry, then I cry,
When I don’t, I sleep;
If the black-browed one has died, -
Then I'm dying.
Then carry my soul
Tudi, my dear;
Red viburnum
Standing at the grave.
It will be easier in someone else's field
Orphans lie -
Be very nice to him
They stand like a tick.
I kvitka and viburnum
I will bloom over him,
So that someone else's sun doesn't bake,
They didn't trample people.
I'll figure it out tonight
And I’ll pay the hell.
This is the sun - the morning is sweet,
No one can be bothered.
The wind is wild, the wind is wild!
You speak from the sea,
Wake him up, play with him,
Sleep the blue sea...

DUMKA

It’s hard and important to live in the world
Orphans without family:
There is no place to take shelter,
I want to burn in the water!
I would drown myself when I was young,
So as not to bore with light;
If I drowned myself, life would be hard,
And there is no place to play.
That's the part of walking in the field -
He collects spikelets;
And here is mine, ice-maker,
It wanders across the sea.
Good luck to that rich man:
Yogo people know;
And get along with me -
There is not enough language available.
Rich-lipped
The girl is wandering;
Above me, an orphan,
Laughing, wearing a cap.
“Why am I not ugly?
I'm not into you,
Chi I don't love you shiro
Why are you laughing?
Love yourself, my heart,
Love who you know
But don't laugh at me,
How can you guess?
And I will go to the ends of the world...
On someone else's side
I'll find something to steal or die,
Like that leaf on the sun.”
Pishov Cossack is in a hurry,
Without cheating anyone;
Choosing a share in someone else's field
There I died.
Dying, marveling,
Where the sun is sitting...
It's hard and important to die
In a foreign land!

DUMKA

Our eyebrows are black,
Our eyes are brown,
This is the summer of youth,
Are you happy girls?
Summer of my youth
Marno disappear
Weeping eyes, black eyebrows
They shed in the wind.
The heart is in yang, boring with light,
Like a bird without a will.
Why am I my beauty,
If there is no share?
It's hard for me as an orphan
To live in this world;
Our people - like strangers,
Don't talk to anyone;
There is no one to feed,
Why cry eyes;
There is no one to tell
What does your heart want?
What is your heart like, like a dove,
Day and night she coos;
No one feeds you,
I don’t know, I don’t feel.
Strangers don't sleep -
What is our food?
Stop crying, orphan,
Stop wasting your summer!
Cry, heart, cry, eyes,
Until we fell asleep
Louder, more pitiful,
I felt the wind,
The riotous ones suffered
Beyond the blue sea
To the swarthy, cheerful one
On the bitterest mountain!

ON THE VIRTUAL REMEMBRANCE OF KOTLYAREVSKY

The sun is warm, the wind is blowing
From the fields to the valley,
Above the water there is a fire willow
Chervona viburnum;
Alone on Kalina
The nest is going, -
Where is the nightingale?
Don’t feed, I don’t know.
Guess famously - that's it...
Gone... gone...
Fortune well - the heart in the yana:
Why isn't there any left?
So I’ll take a look and guess:
It was like it was getting dark,
Chirp on the viburnum -
No one misses.
Whose share is rich?
Like the mother of a child,
Cleans, looks, -
Don't miss the viburnum.
Chi orphan, before the world
Gets up to practise,
Stop, listen;
Language father and mother
To drink, to pray, -
My heart is beating, love...
And the light of God is like a great day,
And people are like people.
What a dear girl
Looks great every day,
In my life, I'm drying up as an orphan,
The children don’t know where;
Let's marvel at the roads,
Cry in the Lozi, -
The nightingale chirped -
Dry the other tears.
Listen, smile,
Underneath the dark hell...
Nibi spoke for miles...
And you know, he’s sleeping,
That’s kind, that’s equal, like God’s good,
Until you go out for a walk on the roads
With a knife at the halayva, - under the rune we go,
Come and close – should we twitter?
Don’t spin the baked soul of the villain,
You just can’t learn to lose your voice.
Let him be fierce until he perishes,
Poki headless" I raven shout.
Sleep over the valley. On Kalina

I fell asleep like a nightingale.
The wind blows through the valley -
The dibro rune has gone,
Runa is walking, God's word.
Get up and practice,
The cows will walk along the Dibrova,
The girls go out to get water,
And look at the sun - heaven, oh my!
The willow laughs, sacredly!
Cry, you villain, you fierce villain.
It was so great - now marvel:
The sun is warm, the wind is blowing
From the fields to the valley,
Above the water with the willow tree
Chervona viburnum;
Alone on Kalina
The nest is going, -
Where is the nightingale?
Don’t feed, I don’t know.
Recently, recently in Ukraine
Old Kotlyarevsky chattered away;
Castle neborak, leaving orphans
And the mountains, and the sea, where the air is first,
The gang passed the whistle
Leading behind you, -
Everything remains, everything sums up,
Like the ruins of Troy.
Everything works out - only glory
She began to shine like sunshine.
Do not forget the kobzar, but forever
Yogo hello.
You will, daddy, panuvati,
Until people live,
Until the sun shines from the sky,
You won't forget!




Sleep on me about Ukraine!
Let your heart smile at a stranger,
I just want to smile, marvel, like you
All the glory of the Cossack is united by the word
Transferred to the wretched house of an orphan.
Prilin, blue eagle, because I'm lonely
An orphan in the world, in a foreign land.
I marvel at the wide, deep sea,
If you pour water on that side, don’t give chovna.
I’ll tell fortunes for Aeneas, I’ll tell fortunes for my homeland,
I’ll tell you a fortune, I’ll cry like such a child.

And on that side they go and roar.
Or maybe I’m dark, I don’t know anything,
An evil fate, perhaps, on this one’s cry, -
People here laugh at an orphan.
Let them laugh, the sea is playing there,
There is sun, there is a month clearer than this,
There, with the wind, the grave in the steppe prays,
I'm not the only one there.
Righteous soul! accept my language
Not wise, but shiru. Accept, hello.
Don’t leave me an orphan, just as you threw away your eyebrows,
Come to me, if you want one word,
Sleep on me about Ukraine!

KATERINA

As a keepsake for Vasily Andreevich Zhukovsky
April 22, 1838

I

Shake off, black-haired ones,
But not with the Muscovites,
Bo Muscovites are strangers to the people,
It’s a shame to pay attention to you.
Moskal loves passionately,
Zhartuyuchi kine;
Go to your Moscow region,
And the girl is a gyne -
Yakbi-sama, nothing else,
Because my mother is old,
What brought into the world of God,
To suffer to die.
The heart is sleeping,
If he knows for what;
People's hearts can't be touched,
And to say – it’s chilling!
Shake off, black-haired ones,
But not with the Muscovites,
Bo Muscovites are strangers to the people,
They are worried about you.
Katerina didn’t hear
Neither daddy, nor nenko,
I fell in love with a Muscovite
Yak knew heartily.
I fell in love with the young man
I went to the kindergarten
Give yourself your share
There was a misfortune there.
The cry of the mother of the supper,
But Donka doesn’t feel it;
He's roasting with a Muscovite,
I will spend the night there.
Not two nights of brown eyes
Kissed me lovingly
Poki glory to the whole village
She became unkind.
Let yourself go to these people
What can I say:
Vaughn love, then I don’t feel it,
So grief crept in.
Bad news has arrived -
The trumpet sounded for the march.
Pishov Moskal to Turechchina;
Katrusya got screwed.
Nezchulasya, that’s it,
How the braid is covered:
For my dear, how to sleep,
Anything to push.

The black-browed one kissed,
If you don't die,
I vowed to return.
Toydi Katerina
Be yourself from Moscow,
Forget about grief;
Bye bye, let people go
What do you want to say?
Don’t scold Katerina -
Rubs the mucus,
Girls on the street
They sleep without her.
Don’t scold Katerina -
To be washed in with tears,
Take a bucket, one night
Go for water,
The enemies didn’t shout;
Come to the spring,
Stand under the viburnum,
Gritsya is falling asleep.
Whispers, whines,
The viburnum is already crying.
She returned - and I’m glad,
I don't care about anyone.
Don't scold Katerina
And it doesn’t mean anything nasty -
At the new Hustinochka's
She looks out the window.
Katerina looks...
It's been a while;
Bore my heart,
It stabbed in my side.
Katerina is unwell,
Ice cold...
She knocked it into the bag
Ditinu kolishe.
And it’s fun for wives to call,
Mothers are gloomy,
Why are Muscovites turning around?

And spend the night in it:
“You have a black-browed daughter,
But she’s not alone yet,
And he drills the baker
Moscow son.
Black-browed bastard...
I guess I figured it out myself..."
Butt you, clattering bastards,
But the evil ones beat me,
Like that mother, what makes you laugh
Sina gave birth.
Katerino, my heart!
Only with you!
Children will rise in the world
Are we an orphan?
Whoever sleeps, greets
Without a sweetheart in the world?
Father, mother are strangers to people,
It's hard to live with them!
Vichunyala Katerina,
Odsuna apartment,
Looks at the street
Colishe ditinku;
She looks - dumb, dumb...
Why won't you?
I would go to the kindergarten to cry,
People are so amazed.
Zayde sunny – Katerina
Walk around the garden
Carry a blue one on your little hands,
Lead the way:
“I saw from the drill,
From here I spoke,
And there... and there... blue, blue!”
She didn't prove it.
Go green in the garden
Cherries and cherries;
As I left first,
Katerina came out.
She came out, she’s no longer sleeping,
Like I was sleeping first,
Yak of a young Muscovite
I was waiting in the cherry tree.
The blackbrow does not sleep,
Curse your share.

And this time the witches
Do your will -
Forge unkind speech.
What can be done?
Yakbi miliy black-browed,
Umiv bi spinity...
So far away, black-browed,
I don’t feel it, don’t worry,
How the enemies laugh at her,
Yak Katrusya is crying.
Maybe a black-browed one
Beyond the quiet Danube;
Or maybe even in the Moscow region
Another one!
No, swarthy one, don’t kill,
He's alive and well...
Where will you find such eyes,
Such black eyebrows?
To the ends of the world, in the Moscow region,
Along those boats of the sea,
Katerina is nowhere to be found;
She gave up on the mountain!..
Washed my mother's eyebrows,
Kari is very cute,
She didn’t care in this world
Happily-share date.
And without a share, a whiter face -
Like a flower on the field:
The sun is hot, the wind is good,
Every one will do so according to his will.
Blast your face
Friendly tears,
Bo the Muscovites are back
In other ways.

II

Dad sit at the end of the table,
He folded himself into his arms;
Do not marvel at the light of God:
I blinked hard.
Kolo yogo stara mother
Sit on a donkey
Behind the tears of ice-ice
Doni says: “What fun, my donya?
Where's your partner?
Where are the lights with friends?
Old age, boyars?
In the Moscow region, my dear!
Go ahead and joke about them,
But don’t tell people to be kind,
What is mother in you?
Damn hour and hour,
Who was born!
Yakbi knew before the sun went down
Bula would drown...
I would give in to these reptiles,
Now - Muscovites...
My donya, my donyu,
My horny color!
Like a berry, like a bird,
Kohala, raised
Just a little bit... My Donya,
What have you gained?..
I'm crazy!.. Go and look
Moscow has a mother-in-law.
Didn't hear my speeches,
Listen to this. Go, donya, find her,
Find it, say hello,
Be happy with strangers
Don't come back to us!
Don't turn around, my child,
From a distant land...
And who is my little head?
Is it okay without you?
Who will cry over me,
Like a real child?
Who should be put on the grave?
Red viburnum?
Who would be a sin without you?
Will you remember?
My donya, my donyu,
My dear child! Come with us..."
Ledve-ledwe
Blessed:
“God is with you!” - the one who is dead,

I fell down...
The old father called himself:
“What are you waiting for, heavenly?”
Zaridala Katerina
Ta bang you at your feet:
“Forgive me, my father,
What have I gained!
Forgive me, my dove,
My dear falcon!”
“God forgive you
Those kind people;
Pray to God and go on your way -
It will be easier for me.”
Ledve stood up, bowed,
Viishla movchki z khati;
Left orphans
Old father and mother.
I went to the garden near the cherry trees,
I prayed to God
Took the land under the cherry trees,
I scratched it on the cross;
She said: “I won’t come back!
In a distant land,
To a foreign land, strange people
They want me;
And its own little cry
Lie down above me
The one about share, my grief,
Tell strangers...
Don't tell me, my dear!
No matter what they wanted,
What are the sins in this world
People didn't borrow.
You won’t tell me... who will tell you?
What am I yogo mother!
My God!.. my goodness!
Where should I fight?
I'm hungry, my child,
Alone under the water,
And you tranquilize my sin
As an orphan among people,
Bezbatchenkom!..”
I went to the village,
Katerina is crying;
On the head there is a khustinochka,
In the arms of a child.
I left the village and my heart is filled with joy;
I marveled back
She nodded her head
She started screaming.
Like poplars, stood in the field

When the dose is low;
Like the dew before the sun goes down,
Slime dripped
Behind the bitter tears
And don’t turn on the light,
Only the blue is burning,
Kissing and crying.
And there, like Yangelatko,
Doesn't know anything
Little streams
She searches her sinuses.
The sun is strong, because of the eyebrows
The sky is red;
She wiped herself off, turned around,
I'm gone... I'm just dying.
In the village they talked for a long time
Dechogo richly,
But you haven’t heard these quiet speeches yet
Neither father nor mother...
Somewhere in this world
Rob people people!
That one is being cut, that one is being cut,
To ruin himself...
And for what? The saint knows.
The light is wide,
There's no point in getting cozy
Lonely in the world.
Tom sold his share
From edge to edge,
And I left it to someone else
Those who want it.
Where are the people, where are the goodness,
What was the heart going to do?
Live with them, love them?
Gone, gone!
There is a share in the world,
Who knows?
There is a will in the world,
And who is it?
There are people in the world -
Sit with gold and gold,
Give up, panic,
And you don’t know the share,
No share, no will!
With boredom and with grief
They put on the zhupan,
And crying is rubbish.
Take silver and gold
So be rich
And I'll take the tears -
Dashingly vilivati;

I'll flood a little bit
Friendly tears,
I'll trample the bondage
Bare feet!
So I'm cheerful
So I'm rich,
How will you be hearty?
Walk according to your will!

III

The owls cry, the forest sleeps,
The little stars are shining,
Over the road, the shiritsa,
Khovrashki are walking.
May good people rest in peace,
What bothered anyone:
Whom - happy, whom - happy,
Nichka covered everything.
Darkness covered everyone,
Like a mother's child;
De Katrusya lit up:
What's in the forest, what's in the hut?
Chi on the field under the mine
Sina amuses
Chi in the dibrovo from the deck
Is Vovka looking?
Butt you, black eyebrows,
Don't mother anyone
If it's so bad for you
Need some boots!
What's going on next?
It will be dashing, it will be!
Get ready for the hot spots
I strangers;
The winter is getting harsh...
And that chi zustrіne,
Who knows Katerina,
Hello son?
Black-browed would fall in love with him
Ways, sounds, grief:
Vin, like a mother, greets,
Like brother, let’s talk...
Let's see, I guess...
Until then, I’ll go back to bed
I'll drink it this time
Way to Moscow region.
Distant path, ladies and gentlemen,
I know yoga, I know!
Already at my heart's content,
How can I guess?
Having remembranced and I stabbed -
Don't let him die!..
Having spoken about those famously,
Well, believe me!
“Breshe,” to say, “so-and-so!”
(Of course, not in my eyes),

And so only the language is pissed off
To fool people."
The truth is yours, the truth, people!
Those are the nobles,
What tears are in front of you
Will I wiggle?
What's next? Everyone
I felt my own...
Tsur youmu!.. And this hour
Kate is too bare
That's right, you know,
There was no arguing at home.
Otherwise it’s dashing to tell
The bridka had a dream!
Let your dashing one go!
I’d rather die
That's my Katerina
I'm in awe of you all.
Beyond Kiev, and beyond the Dnieper,
Under the dark hell,
Walk the path of the plague,
They sleep the scarecrow.
On the way young lady,
Worry about it, simply put.
Why is it vague, sad,
Are your eyes crying?
At the patched sweater,
Torbina on the shoulders,
In one hand there is a chain, and on the other
The child fell asleep.
Got along with the Chumaks,
Shut up the baby
Feeds: “People are kind,
Where is the route to Moscow?
“To the Moscow region? otsey yourself.
Far away, heavenly?
“To Moscow itself, for Christ’s sake,
Let me get on the road!”
Take a step, even become a coward:
It’s hard, bro!..
What's the matter?.. And the child?
There you go, mother!
She cried, walked away,
I fell asleep in Brovary7
That sons for Girky
I bought a coppersmith.
Long, long, heartfelt,
Everything came and went;
Bulo and so, what is under the mud
I spent the night with my son...
Bach, what did the darlings give in to:

Let the tears wilt under someone else's mud!
So marvel and repent, girls,
I wish I hadn’t had a chance to joke with the Muscovite,
It never happened, as Katrya jokes...
So don’t care why people bark,
Why are they not allowed to spend the night in the house?
Don’t feed, black-browed,
People don't know;
Whom is God punishing in this world?
That stinks of punishment...
People bend like those vines,
Where is the wind blowing?
Let the orphan's sun shine
(Shine, but not bright) -
If only people would stand up for the sun,
Yakbi mali silu,
So that there is no light for the orphans,
The slime did not dry out.
And for the matter, dear God!
Why bother with the light?
What did she give to people?
What do people want?
I was crying!.. My heart!
Don't cry, Katerino,
Don't show people your tears
Be patient until you die!
Don't let your face get wet
With black eyebrows -
Before the sun goes down in the dark forest
Wash yourself with tears.
If you smile, don’t laugh,
You won’t laugh;
And heartily on the sidelines,
Don't let your tears flow.
It's a lot of fun, girls.
Throwing the Muscovite at Katrusya in a ferocious manner.
Don't worry about who you're frying with,
And people want to bach, but people don’t feel sorry:
“Let it go,” it seems, “Gine Ledacha Ditina,
If I didn’t dare to fool around with myself.”
Take precautions, my love, in bad times,
I didn’t have a chance to joke with the Muscovite.
Why is Katrusya going to fornicate?
Spent the night last night
Got up early
Hastened to the Moscow region;
Just like that, winter has set in.
Fistula field outside,
Ide Katerina
The lichaks have a hard time! -
I in one sweatshirt.

Ide Katrya, shkandiba;
Marvel - I'm dying...
Libon, go Muscovites...
Dashing!.. my heart bleeds -
Flew, zoomed,
Pita: “There is no chi
My Ivan Chernyavy?”
And you: “We don’t know.”
I, primarily, as Muscovites,
Laugh, roast:
“Oh yes, woman! oh yes ours!
Who won’t be fooled!”
Katerina marveled:
“I vi, bachu, people!
Don't cry, son, it's great!
Whatever happens, then whatever happens.
I’ll go further - I’ve walked more...
Or maybe zustrin;
I'll give it to you, my dove,
And I’ll die myself.”
Roar, stogne khurtovina,
Kitten, return the field;
Katrya is standing in the middle of the field,
I gave free rein to my tears.
The outskirts are tired,
De-de pozihaє;
Katerina would still cry,
There are no more tears.
I marveled at the child:
Wash away the tears,
Chervonie, like a flower
France under the dew.
Katerina grinned,
She smiled heavily:
Kolo heart is like a reptile
Chorna turned around.
I marveled at the little girls all around;
Bachit - the forest is black,
And under the forest, the edge of the road,
Or, darling, I'm dying.
“Let’s go, son, it’s getting dark,
If you let him into the house;
If you don’t let them in, then let them in
We'll spend the night.
We'll spend the night under the house,
Sinu miy Ivane!
Where will you spend the night?
Why won't you stop me?
With dogs, my little son,
Rotate outside!
Dogs are angry, they bite,

But don't talk
I can’t tell you while laughing...
There is food and drink with dogs...
My poor little head!
Why bother me?
The orphan dog takes his share,
There is a good word in the world of an orphan;
Who b "yet and bark, shackle in captivity,
But no one sleeps laughing about their mother,
And Ivasya is sleeping, sleeping in advance,
Don't let your child live to see her.
At whom do dogs bark on the street?
Who sits naked and hungry under the mud?
Who's going to drive the lobur?
Chernyavі bastards...
One yogo share is black brows,
People aren’t allowed to wear those kind of clothes lately.

IV

Downhill, downhill, downhill,
You guys are tall,
Dubi from the hetmanate stand.
Rowing at the ravine, row in a row,
Stakes under the kriga in captivity
І rinsing station - take water...
Mov pokotyolo – chervoniye,
It's gloomy - the sun is shining.
The wind blew; as we say -
There is nothing: through the white...
But there was just a spree in the forest.
Roar, the fistula is complete.
There was a curl in the forest;
Like the sea, the white field
It was snowing.
Viyshov from khati karbivnichy,
Let's take a look at the forest,
That's where you are! so dashingly
You can't see the light.
“Ege, bachu, yak fuga!
Tsur yomu I am in the forest!
Go to the house... What's there?
From their dignity!
Spread evil upon them,
Let's get down to business.
Nichipore! be amazed,
How they beat me!” “What, Muscovites?..
Where are the Muscovites? “What are you doing? change your mind!”
“Who are the Muscovites, the swans?”
“Oh, look at him.”
Katerina flew
I didn’t get dressed.
“Maybe, good Moscow region
She was screwed!
Bottom line, only one knows
What is the Muscovite’s cry.”
Through the stumps, under the radar,
Fly faster,
Bosa stood in the middle of the road,
Rubbed it in with my sleeves.
And Muscovites are on their guard,
Yak alone, on horseback.
“My dashing! my lot!”
Until then... if you look -
The eldest is in front.
“My dear Ivane!
My heart is dying!
Are the kids in such a fuss?
That's it... for the stirrups...
And he marveled,

That spurs the horse into the sides.
“Why are you hiding?
Have you forgotten Katerina?
Don't you know anything?
Marvel, my dove,
Marvel at me:
I am Katrusya, your love.
Why are you tearing the stirrups?
And he spoils the horse,
Don't worry about anything.
“Get your hair cut, my dove!
Marvel - I'm not crying.
You didn’t know me, Ivane?
Heart, marvel
By God, I’m Katrusya!”
“Fool, get off!
Take the crazy one away!”
“Oh my God! Ivane!
And are you leaving me?
And you swore an oath!”
“Take it away!
What have you become?
"Whom? Should I take it?
For what, tell me, my dove?
Who wants to give
My Katrya, what’s up to you
I went to the kindergarten
Your Katrya, what for you
Did Sina give birth?
My father, my brother!
Don't fight!
I will become your hireling...
Fight for the other one...
With all the light...
I'll forget
Whenever I swayed,
Why are you too young?
It has become a coating...
Cover it... like rubbish!
And why am I dying!
Leave me, forget me,
But don't throw your son away.
Won't you leave?..
My heart
Don't mess with me...
I’ll bring you son.”
Threw the stirrups
But to the hut. Spinning around
Nese youmu sina.
Nespovita, in tears
Heartfelt child.

“Sit there, marvel!
Where are you? getting excited?
Duck!.. dumb!.. Sina, Sina
Dad got pissed off!
My God!.. My child!
Where will I fight with you?
Muscovites! darlings!
Take with you;
Don't fight, swans:
Vono is an orphan;
Take it and give it to me
To the elder for his son,
Take him... for I’ll leave,
Having left my father,
I didn’t throw a butdai yoga
It's a crazy time!
I bless you in the light of God
Mother gave birth;
Make people laugh! -
I put it on the road.
Stay kidding daddy
And I was already joking.”
That's the way to the forest, like it's impossible!
But the child remains
Weep for the poor... And for the Muscovites
Baiduje; passed.
That's good; ta dashingly
The forest rangers sensed it.
Biga Katrya is barefoot in the forest,
Biga and voice;
Then curse your Ivan,
Sometimes you cry, sometimes you ask.
Runs onto the tree;
I marveled all around
And in the bright... run... I’ll stand in the middle
Movchki stumbled.
"God accept my soul,
And you are my body!”
Shit in the water!..
Under the ice
It began to gurgle.
Chornobryva Katerina
I found what I was looking for.
Blowing the wind over the camp -
And there was no trace.
It’s not wind, it’s not violent,
What an oak tree is barking;
It’s not bad, it’s not hard,
Why is my mother dying?
Don’t make little children orphans,
They stole a little something:

Good glory has been given to them,
The grave has been preserved.
Make evil people laugh
Small orphan;
Ville slozy to the grave -
Good luck to you.
And to that, to that in the world,
What have you got left for?
Whom father and not bachiv,
Has Mati been fooled?
What do Baystryukov have left?
Who can talk to him?
No homeland, no house;
Ways, sounds, grief...
Lady's face, black eyebrows..
Nascho? Let's find out!
I scoffed, I didn’t steal...
Boday has faded!

V

Ishov kobzar to Kiev
Let's go to sleep now,
Pockets of sagging
Yogo grips.
Male child koloyogo
Kunya in the sun,
And at this hour the old kobzar
I am sleeping.
Whoever goes, where - does not pass:
Some are bagels, some are pennies;
Some are old, some are girls
Baby step.
Marvel at the black eyebrows -
I am barefoot and naked.
“Dala,” it seems, “brows,
She didn’t give me a share!”
On the way to Kiev
Berlin gear,
And in Berlin, gentlemen
With lord and family.
Having drunkenly against the elders -
Kuryava kicks.
Escape from the end
He waves his hand.
Gives money to Ivaseva,
The lady marvels.
And the gentleman looked... turned around...
Having learned, learned,
Having known those brown eyes,
Black brows...
Having known my father's son,
But I don’t want to take it.
Pita lady, what is your name?
“Ivasa,” “How cute!”
Berlin is destroyed, and Ivasya
Kuryava covered...
They got what they got,
The siromas stood up,
We prayed for the end of the sun,
Let's go over the road.

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Roar and Stogne the wide Dnieper,
The angry wind is blowing,
Until then the willows are high,
I'm going to climb the mountains.
The next month at that time
I looked out of the gloom,
Not otherwise than in the blue sea,
First virinav, then stomped.
The third song has not yet sung,
No one is making noise anywhere,
The sichi in the garden called to each other,
But it’s clear that there are creaks.
Such a bounty under the mountain,
For fuck's sake,
What is black above the water,
So much whiter is shining.
Maybe the little mermaid came out
Mothers joke,
Or maybe the little Cossack is waiting,
Sand it down.
Not the little mermaid blues -
That girl walks
I don’t know myself (because it’s causal),
What does it mean to be timid?
So the witch spoiled
I wish I was less bored,
Shchob, bach, walking again at night,
I slept and looked
Young Cossack,
Having left Torik.
Promising to return,
And, perhaps, I will perish!
They didn't cover themselves with Chinese
Cossack eyes,
They didn’t show their face
Slime girls:
Eagle with brown eyes
On someone else's field,
The white body of the wolf s"ili, -
So much for it.
Darma shonich girl

Yogo looks.
Black-browed will not return
She doesn’t say hello
Don't untie your long braid,
Khustku is not the manager,
Don't take it easy - go to the house
Lay down an orphan!
Such is my share... Oh my dear God!
Why are you punishing me, young man?
For those who loved you so deeply
Cossack eyes?.. Forgive the orphan!
Whom should she love? Neither daddy, nor nenko,
Alone, like that bird in a distant land.
Let's go get your share, there's a young girl there,
Because strangers will laugh at you.
Chi vinna dove, why do you love a dove?
Is that blue one to blame for killing the falcon?
Manages, coos, whines with light,
Flying, searching, thinking - getting lost.
Happy dove: flying high,
Polina cares about God - dear ones.

Who is orphaned, who is fed,
And who will tell you, and who will know,
De miliy spends the night: in a dark place,
Chee in the bistream of the Danube, the horse is on the line,
Chi, maybe with another, fucks another,
Oh, black-brown, have you already forgotten?
It was as if the eagle's wings were given to them,
I knew a sweetheart across the blue sea;
I would love him alive, I would strangle my friend,
And I would lie down in a pit for a dead person.
It’s not enough to love your heart in order to share it with someone,
Not as we please, as God gives us:
I don’t want to live, I don’t want to argue.
“Judge me,” it seems like a thought, I’m sorry for the manager.
Oh my dear! it is your will
Such is the happiness, such is the fate!
There you go, no matter what you say.
Do not disturb the wide Dnieper:
The broken, wind, black gloom,
Let's sleep away from the sea,
And from the sky the month goes on and on;
And above the water, and above the garden,
All around, as if in a mustache, everything is moving.
Already gurgling - they were flying from the Dnieper

Small children, laughing.
“Let's go warm up! - they shouted. -
The sun has already fallen!” (Goli through;
Please mow the sedges, for the girls). ...
“Why are you all here? - mother's cry. -
Let's go have dinner.
Let's play, let's take a walk
Let's go to sleep with this little song:
Wow! Wow!
Solom spirit, spirit!
My mother gave birth to me,
I put it to the unbaptized woman.
Little month!
Our little dove!
Come to dinner with us:
We have a Cossack in the line-up, in the community,
Silver ring on the hand;
Young, black-browed;
We found out yesterday at Dibrov's.
Light longer in a clean field,
Let's walk around enough.
While the witches still fly,
Dedicate to us... He can now walk!
He’s under the oak tree and he’s going to work there.
Wow! Wow!
Solom spirit, spirit!
My mother gave birth to me,
She put it to the unbaptized woman.”
The unbaptized have registered...
Guy called himself; galas, zik,
Horde mov less often. The language is said,
Fly to the oak tree... nichichirk...
The unbaptized have become shamen,
To marvel is flashing,
You can climb up the Stovbur
To the very edge.
That's where the girl comes from,
Why was sleepy fornication:
For some reason

The little fortune teller was killing it!
To the very top on the hill
It became... cola in my heart!
Marvel at all sides
I'll stay with you for a long time.
There are mermaids around the oak tree
The little girls were waiting;
They took her, dear one,
They got it tarnished.
For a long time, for a long time we marveled
On this freak...
Third sounds: corn! -
They rustled into the water.
The lark chirped,
The eel is flying;
Zozulenka wrapped up her clothes,
Sitting on an oak tree;
The nightingale chirped -
The moon has gone down;
Chervonia is behind the mountain;
Plugatar is sleeping.
Black sea above the water,
The Poles walked;
They turned blue over the Dnieper
High graves;
The sound of rustling along the dibrova;
The thick vines whisper.
And the girl sleeps under the oak tree
When the dose is low.
Know, it’s good to sleep, what you don’t feel,
How do you cook Zozulya?
Why not treat, why live long...
You know, I fell asleep well.
And at this hour from Dibrova
Kozak screams;
Underneath him is a little black horse
She steps with force.
“I’m exhausted, comrade!
Let's finish today:
The house is close, it's a girl
Securing the gates.
Or maybe she’s already subjugated
Not me, someone else...
Shvidche, horse, shvidche, horse,
Hurry up home!”

Tired little raven,
Come on, stumble, -
Cossack Heart Kolo
What a reptile it is.
“The axis and that curly oak...
Won! Dear God!
Bach, I fell asleep watching,
My sisocrile!”
Throwing the horse before her:
“Oh my God, my God!”
The cry is її and kisses…
No, I can’t help you!
“Why did the stinks separate
Me and you?
Having registered, getting excited -
Head into the oak tree!
Girls go to the reaping field
But, know, they sing as they go:
Yak was seen off by his mother's son,
Like a Tatar fought in the night.
Walk - under the green oak
It's worth a lot of money,
And why the hell is he young?
Cossack and girl lie down.
Tsikavi (there are no children anywhere)
They sneaked up to sneak out;
If you marvel at what is driven in, -
Because of the commotion, get in!
The girlfriends were getting together,
Rub the mucus;
Comrades were gathering
To dig yami;
Let's go with the cows,
The bell rang.
They praised the bulk
Like a trace, according to the law.
They pressed the edge of the road
Two graves in life.
There is no one to ask
Why were they killed?
They put him over a Cossack
Yavir and yalinu,
And in the girls' heads
Red viburnum.
Baby girl arrives
Kuvati above them;
The nightingale arrives

Shchonich twitter;
Whispers and chirps,
Until the month ends,
Bye bye mermaids
They are preparing to leave the Dnieper.

Water flows in the blue sea,
It doesn’t wilt;
Shuka Cossack his share,
And there is not enough share.
Pishov Cossack light for his eyes;
The blue sea is gray,
The Cossack heart is burning,
And the thought is to say:
“Where are you going without drinking?
Who did you leave for?
Dad, nenko old one,
A young girl?
There are not the same people in a foreign country,
It's hard to live with them!
There will be no one to cry with,
Don't talk."
The Cossack sits on that boat,
The blue sea is blue.
Thinking, the share will tighten,
Grief was fading.
And the cranes fly on their own
Dodoma with keys.
Crying Cossack - Shliakhi Biti
Overgrown with thorns.

The wind is wild, the wind is wild!
You speak from the sea,
Wake him up, play with him,
Sleep the blue sea.
You know where my dear one is,
Bo wore it
Say, the blue sea,
What a shame.
If the darling is drowned -
Break the blue sea;
I'm going to joke about the little one,
I'll drown my grief,
I'll drown my little one,
I'll become a mermaid
I'll search in the black trees,
I'm sinking to the bottom of the sea.
I’ll find yogo, I’ll burn down,
To my heart's content.
Todi, hvile, carry it with us,
Where is the wind blowing!
If this is a dear boy,
Violent, you know,
What is wrong with walking, what is wrong with working,
You talk to him.
If you cry, then I cry,
When I don’t, I sleep;
If the black-browed one has died, -
Then I'm dying.
Then carry my soul
Tudi, my dear;
Red viburnum
Standing at the grave.
It will be easier in someone else's field
Orphans lie -
Be very nice to him
They stand like a tick.
I kvitka and viburnum
I will bloom over him,
So that someone else's sun doesn't bake,
They didn't trample people.
I'll figure it out tonight
And I’ll pay the hell.
This is the sun - the morning is sweet,
No one can be bothered.
The wind is wild, the wind is wild!
You speak from the sea,
Wake him up, play with him,
Sleep the blue sea...

It’s hard and important to live in the world
Orphans without family:
There is no place to take shelter,
I want to burn in the water!
I would drown myself when I was young,
So as not to bore with light;
If I drowned myself, life would be hard,
And there is no place to play.
That's the part of walking in the field -
He collects spikelets;
And here is mine, ice-maker,
It wanders across the sea.
Good luck to that rich man:
Yogo people know;
And get along with me -
There is not enough language available.
Rich-lipped
The girl is wandering;
Above me, an orphan,
Laughing, wearing a cap.
“Why am I not ugly?
I'm not into you,
Chi I don't love you shiro
Why are you laughing?
Love yourself, my heart,
Love who you know
But don't laugh at me,
How can you guess?
And I will go to the ends of the world...
On someone else's side
I'll find something to steal or die,
Like that leaf on the sun.”
Pishov Cossack is in a hurry,
Without cheating anyone;
Choosing a share in someone else's field
There I died.
Dying, marveling,
Where the sun is sitting...
It's hard and important to die
In a foreign land!

Our eyebrows are black,
Our eyes are brown,
This is the summer of youth,
Are you happy girls?
Summer of my youth
Marno disappear
Weeping eyes, black eyebrows
They shed in the wind.
The heart is in yang, boring with light,
Like a bird without a will.
Why am I my beauty,
If there is no share?
It's hard for me as an orphan
To live in this world;
Our people - like strangers,
Don't talk to anyone;
There is no one to feed,
Why cry eyes;
There is no one to tell
What does your heart want?
What is your heart like, like a dove,
Day and night she coos;
No one feeds you,
I don’t know, I don’t feel.
Strangers don't sleep -
What is our food?
Stop crying, orphan,
Stop wasting your summer!
Cry, heart, cry, eyes,
Until we fell asleep
Louder, more pitiful,
I felt the wind,
The riotous ones suffered
Beyond the blue sea
To the swarthy, cheerful one
On the bitterest mountain!

ON THE VIRTUAL REMEMBRANCE OF KOTLYAREVSKY

The sun is warm, the wind is blowing
From the fields to the valley,
Above the water there is a fire willow
Chervona viburnum;
Alone on Kalina
The nest is going, -
Where is the nightingale?
Don’t feed, I don’t know.
Guess famously - that's it...
Gone... gone...
Fortune well - the heart in the yana:
Why isn't there any left?
So I’ll take a look and guess:
It was like it was getting dark,
Chirp on the viburnum -
No one misses.
Whose share is rich?
Like the mother of a child,
Cleans, looks, -
Don't miss the viburnum.
Chi orphan, before the world
Gets up to practise,
Stop, listen;
Language father and mother
To drink, to pray, -
My heart is beating, love...
And the light of God is like a great day,
And people are like people.
What a dear girl
Looks great every day,
In my life, I'm drying up as an orphan,
The children don’t know where;
Let's marvel at the roads,
Cry in the Lozi, -
The nightingale chirped -
Dry the other tears.
Listen, smile,
Underneath the dark hell...
Nibi spoke for miles...
And you know, he’s sleeping,
That’s kind, that’s equal, like God’s good,
Until you go out for a walk on the roads
With a knife at the halayva, - under the rune we go,
Come and close – should we twitter?
Don’t spin the baked soul of the villain,
You just can’t learn to lose your voice.
Let him be fierce until he perishes,
Poki headless" I raven shout.
Sleep over the valley. On Kalina

I fell asleep like a nightingale.
The wind blows through the valley -
The dibro rune has gone,
Runa is walking, God's word.
Get up and practice,
The cows will walk along the Dibrova,
The girls go out to get water,
And look at the sun - heaven, oh my!
The willow laughs, sacredly!
Cry, you villain, you fierce villain.
It was so great - now marvel:
The sun is warm, the wind is blowing
From the fields to the valley,
Above the water with the willow tree
Chervona viburnum;
Alone on Kalina
The nest is going, -
Where is the nightingale?
Don’t feed, I don’t know.
Recently, recently in Ukraine
Old Kotlyarevsky chattered away;
Castle neborak, leaving orphans
And the mountains, and the sea, where the air is first,
The gang passed the whistle
Leading behind you, -
Everything remains, everything sums up,
Like the ruins of Troy.
Everything works out - only glory
She began to shine like sunshine.
Do not forget the kobzar, but forever
Yogo hello.
You will, daddy, panuvati,
Until people live,
Until the sun shines from the sky,
You won't forget!




Sleep on me about Ukraine!
Let your heart smile at a stranger,
I just want to smile, marvel, like you
All the glory of the Cossack is united by the word
Transferred to the wretched house of an orphan.
Prilin, blue eagle, because I'm lonely
An orphan in the world, in a foreign land.
I marvel at the wide, deep sea,
If you pour water on that side, don’t give chovna.
I’ll tell fortunes for Aeneas, I’ll tell fortunes for my homeland,
I’ll tell you a fortune, I’ll cry like such a child.

And on that side they go and roar.
Or maybe I’m dark, I don’t know anything,
An evil fate, perhaps, on this one’s cry, -
People here laugh at an orphan.
Let them laugh, the sea is playing there,
There is sun, there is a month clearer than this,
There, with the wind, the grave in the steppe prays,
I'm not the only one there.
Righteous soul! accept my language
Not wise, but shiru. Accept, hello.
Don’t leave me an orphan, just as you threw away your eyebrows,
Come to me, if you want one word,
Sleep on me about Ukraine!

KATERINA

As a keepsake for Vasily Andreevich Zhukovsky
April 22, 1838

I

Shake off, black-haired ones,
But not with the Muscovites,
Bo Muscovites are strangers to the people,
It’s a shame to pay attention to you.
Moskal loves passionately,
Zhartuyuchi kine;
Go to your Moscow region,
And the girl is a gyne -
Yakbi-sama, nothing else,
Because my mother is old,
What brought into the world of God,
To suffer to die.
The heart is sleeping,
If he knows for what;
People's hearts can't be touched,
And to say – it’s chilling!
Shake off, black-haired ones,
But not with the Muscovites,
Bo Muscovites are strangers to the people,
They are worried about you.
Katerina didn’t hear
Neither daddy, nor nenko,
I fell in love with a Muscovite
Yak knew heartily.
I fell in love with the young man
I went to the kindergarten
Give yourself your share
There was a misfortune there.
The cry of the mother of the supper,
But Donka doesn’t feel it;
He's roasting with a Muscovite,
I will spend the night there.
Not two nights of brown eyes
Kissed me lovingly
Poki glory to the whole village
She became unkind.
Let yourself go to these people
What can I say:
Vaughn love, then I don’t feel it,
So grief crept in.
Bad news has arrived -
The trumpet sounded for the march.
Pishov Moskal to Turechchina;
Katrusya got screwed.
Nezchulasya, that’s it,
How the braid is covered:
For my dear, how to sleep,
Anything to push.

The black-browed one kissed,
If you don't die,
I vowed to return.
Toydi Katerina
Be yourself from Moscow,
Forget about grief;
Bye bye, let people go
What do you want to say?
Don’t scold Katerina -
Rubs the mucus,
Girls on the street
They sleep without her.
Don’t scold Katerina -
To be washed in with tears,
Take a bucket, one night
Go for water,
The enemies didn’t shout;
Come to the spring,
Stand under the viburnum,
Gritsya is falling asleep.
Whispers, whines,
The viburnum is already crying.
She returned - and I’m glad,
I don't care about anyone.
Don't scold Katerina
And it doesn’t mean anything nasty -
At the new Hustinochka's
She looks out the window.
Katerina looks...
It's been a while;
Bore my heart,
It stabbed in my side.
Katerina is unwell,
Ice cold...
She knocked it into the bag
Ditinu kolishe.
And it’s fun for wives to call,
Mothers are gloomy,
Why are Muscovites turning around?

And spend the night in it:
“You have a black-browed daughter,
But she’s not alone yet,
And he drills the baker
Moscow son.
Black-browed bastard...
I guess I figured it out myself..."
Butt you, clattering bastards,
But the evil ones beat me,
Like that mother, what makes you laugh
Sina gave birth.
Katerino, my heart!
Only with you!
Children will rise in the world
Are we an orphan?
Whoever sleeps, greets
Without a sweetheart in the world?
Father, mother are strangers to people,
It's hard to live with them!
Vichunyala Katerina,
Odsuna apartment,
Looks at the street
Colishe ditinku;
She looks - dumb, dumb...
Why won't you?
I would go to the kindergarten to cry,
People are so amazed.
Zayde sunny – Katerina
Walk around the garden
Carry a blue one on your little hands,
Lead the way:
“I saw from the drill,
From here I spoke,
And there... and there... blue, blue!”
She didn't prove it.
Go green in the garden
Cherries and cherries;
As I left first,
Katerina came out.
She came out, she’s no longer sleeping,
Like I was sleeping first,
Yak of a young Muscovite
I was waiting in the cherry tree.
The blackbrow does not sleep,
Curse your share.

And this time the witches
Do your will -
Forge unkind speech.
What can be done?
Yakbi miliy black-browed,
Umiv bi spinity...
So far away, black-browed,
I don’t feel it, don’t worry,
How the enemies laugh at her,
Yak Katrusya is crying.
Maybe a black-browed one
Beyond the quiet Danube;
Or maybe even in the Moscow region
Another one!
No, swarthy one, don’t kill,
He's alive and well...
Where will you find such eyes,
Such black eyebrows?
To the ends of the world, in the Moscow region,
Along those boats of the sea,
Katerina is nowhere to be found;
She gave up on the mountain!..
Washed my mother's eyebrows,
Kari is very cute,
She didn’t care in this world
Happily-share date.
And without a share, a whiter face -
Like a flower on the field:
The sun is hot, the wind is good,
Every one will do so according to his will.
Blast your face
Friendly tears,
Bo the Muscovites are back
In other ways.

II

Dad sit at the end of the table,
He folded himself into his arms;
Do not marvel at the light of God:
I blinked hard.
Kolo yogo stara mother
Sit on a donkey
Behind the tears of ice-ice
Doni says: “What fun, my donya?
Where's your partner?
Where are the lights with friends?
Old age, boyars?
In the Moscow region, my dear!
Go ahead and joke about them,
But don’t tell people to be kind,
What is mother in you?
Damn hour and hour,
Who was born!
Yakbi knew before the sun went down
Bula would drown...
I would give in to these reptiles,
Now - Muscovites...
My donya, my donyu,
My horny color!
Like a berry, like a bird,
Kohala, raised
Just a little bit... My Donya,
What have you gained?..
I'm crazy!.. Go and look
Moscow has a mother-in-law.
Didn't hear my speeches,
Listen to this. Go, donya, find her,
Find it, say hello,
Be happy with strangers
Don't come back to us!
Don't turn around, my child,
From a distant land...
And who is my little head?
Is it okay without you?
Who will cry over me,
Like a real child?
Who should be put on the grave?
Red viburnum?
Who would be a sin without you?
Will you remember?
My donya, my donyu,
My dear child! Come with us..."
Ledve-ledwe
Blessed:
“God is with you!” - the one who is dead,

I fell down...
The old father called himself:
“What are you waiting for, heavenly?”
Zaridala Katerina
Ta bang you at your feet:
“Forgive me, my father,
What have I gained!
Forgive me, my dove,
My dear falcon!”
“God forgive you
Those kind people;
Pray to God and go on your way -
It will be easier for me.”
Ledve stood up, bowed,
Viishla movchki z khati;
Left orphans
Old father and mother.
I went to the garden near the cherry trees,
I prayed to God
Took the land under the cherry trees,
I scratched it on the cross;
She said: “I won’t come back!
In a distant land,
To a foreign land, strange people
They want me;
And its own little cry
Lie down above me
The one about share, my grief,
Tell strangers...
Don't tell me, my dear!
No matter what they wanted,
What are the sins in this world
People didn't borrow.
You won’t tell me... who will tell you?
What am I yogo mother!
My God!.. my goodness!
Where should I fight?
I'm hungry, my child,
Alone under the water,
And you tranquilize my sin
As an orphan among people,
Bezbatchenkom!..”
I went to the village,
Katerina is crying;
On the head there is a khustinochka,
In the arms of a child.
I left the village and my heart is filled with joy;
I marveled back
She nodded her head
She started screaming.
Like poplars, stood in the field

When the dose is low;
Like the dew before the sun goes down,
Slime dripped
Behind the bitter tears
And don’t turn on the light,
Only the blue is burning,
Kissing and crying.
And there, like Yangelatko,
Doesn't know anything
Little streams
She searches her sinuses.
The sun is strong, because of the eyebrows
The sky is red;
She wiped herself off, turned around,
I'm gone... I'm just dying.
In the village they talked for a long time
Dechogo richly,
But you haven’t heard these quiet speeches yet
Neither father nor mother...
Somewhere in this world
Rob people people!
That one is being cut, that one is being cut,
To ruin himself...
And for what? The saint knows.
The light is wide,
There's no point in getting cozy
Lonely in the world.
Tom sold his share
From edge to edge,
And I left it to someone else
Those who want it.
Where are the people, where are the goodness,
What was the heart going to do?
Live with them, love them?
Gone, gone!
There is a share in the world,
Who knows?
There is a will in the world,
And who is it?
There are people in the world -
Sit with gold and gold,
Give up, panic,
And you don’t know the share,
No share, no will!
With boredom and with grief
They put on the zhupan,
And crying is rubbish.
Take silver and gold
So be rich
And I'll take the tears -
Dashingly vilivati;

I'll flood a little bit
Friendly tears,
I'll trample the bondage
Bare feet!
So I'm cheerful
So I'm rich,
How will you be hearty?
Walk according to your will!

III

The owls cry, the forest sleeps,
The little stars are shining,
Over the road, the shiritsa,
Khovrashki are walking.
May good people rest in peace,
What bothered anyone:
Whom - happy, whom - happy,
Nichka covered everything.
Darkness covered everyone,
Like a mother's child;
De Katrusya lit up:
What's in the forest, what's in the hut?
Chi on the field under the mine
Sina amuses
Chi in the dibrovo from the deck
Is Vovka looking?
Butt you, black eyebrows,
Don't mother anyone
If it's so bad for you
Need some boots!
What's going on next?
It will be dashing, it will be!
Get ready for the hot spots
I strangers;
The winter is getting harsh...
And that chi zustrіne,
Who knows Katerina,
Hello son?
Black-browed would fall in love with him
Ways, sounds, grief:
Vin, like a mother, greets,
Like brother, let’s talk...
Let's see, I guess...
Until then, I’ll go back to bed
I'll drink it this time
Way to Moscow region.
Distant path, ladies and gentlemen,
I know yoga, I know!
Already at my heart's content,
How can I guess?
Having remembranced and I stabbed -
Don't let him die!..
Having spoken about those famously,
Well, believe me!
“Breshe,” to say, “so-and-so!”
(Of course, not in my eyes),

And so only the language is pissed off
To fool people."
The truth is yours, the truth, people!
Those are the nobles,
What tears are in front of you
Will I wiggle?
What's next? Everyone
I felt my own...
Tsur youmu!.. And this hour
Kate is too bare
That's right, you know,
There was no arguing at home.
Otherwise it’s dashing to tell
The bridka had a dream!
Let your dashing one go!
I’d rather die
That's my Katerina
I'm in awe of you all.
Beyond Kiev, and beyond the Dnieper,
Under the dark hell,
Walk the path of the plague,
They sleep the scarecrow.
On the way young lady,
Worry about it, simply put.
Why is it vague, sad,
Are your eyes crying?
At the patched sweater,
Torbina on the shoulders,
In one hand there is a chain, and on the other
The child fell asleep.
Got along with the Chumaks,
Shut up the baby
Feeds: “People are kind,
Where is the route to Moscow?
“To the Moscow region? otsey yourself.
Far away, heavenly?
“To Moscow itself, for Christ’s sake,
Let me get on the road!”
Take a step, even become a coward:
It’s hard, bro!..
What's the matter?.. And the child?
There you go, mother!
She cried, walked away,
I fell asleep in Brovary7
That sons for Girky
I bought a coppersmith.
Long, long, heartfelt,
Everything came and went;
Bulo and so, what is under the mud
I spent the night with my son...
Bach, what did the darlings give in to:

Let the tears wilt under someone else's mud!
So marvel and repent, girls,
I wish I hadn’t had a chance to joke with the Muscovite,
It never happened, as Katrya jokes...
So don’t care why people bark,
Why are they not allowed to spend the night in the house?
Don’t feed, black-browed,
People don't know;
Whom is God punishing in this world?
That stinks of punishment...
People bend like those vines,
Where is the wind blowing?
Let the orphan's sun shine
(Shine, but not bright) -
If only people would stand up for the sun,
Yakbi mali silu,
So that there is no light for the orphans,
The slime did not dry out.
And for the matter, dear God!
Why bother with the light?
What did she give to people?
What do people want?
I was crying!.. My heart!
Don't cry, Katerino,
Don't show people your tears
Be patient until you die!
Don't let your face get wet
With black eyebrows -
Before the sun goes down in the dark forest
Wash yourself with tears.
If you smile, don’t laugh,
You won’t laugh;
And heartily on the sidelines,
Don't let your tears flow.
It's a lot of fun, girls.
Throwing the Muscovite at Katrusya in a ferocious manner.
Don't worry about who you're frying with,
And people want to bach, but people don’t feel sorry:
“Let it go,” it seems, “Gine Ledacha Ditina,
If I didn’t dare to fool around with myself.”
Take precautions, my love, in bad times,
I didn’t have a chance to joke with the Muscovite.
Why is Katrusya going to fornicate?
Spent the night last night
Got up early
Hastened to the Moscow region;
Just like that, winter has set in.
Fistula field outside,
Ide Katerina
The lichaks have a hard time! -
I in one sweatshirt.

Ide Katrya, shkandiba;
Marvel - I'm dying...
Libon, go Muscovites...
Dashing!.. my heart bleeds -
Flew, zoomed,
Pita: “There is no chi
My Ivan Chernyavy?”
And you: “We don’t know.”
I, primarily, as Muscovites,
Laugh, roast:
“Oh yes, woman! oh yes ours!
Who won’t be fooled!”
Katerina marveled:
“I vi, bachu, people!
Don't cry, son, it's great!
Whatever happens, then whatever happens.
I’ll go further - I’ve walked more...
Or maybe zustrin;
I'll give it to you, my dove,
And I’ll die myself.”
Roar, stogne khurtovina,
Kitten, return the field;
Katrya is standing in the middle of the field,
I gave free rein to my tears.
The outskirts are tired,
De-de pozihaє;
Katerina would still cry,
There are no more tears.
I marveled at the child:
Wash away the tears,
Chervonie, like a flower
France under the dew.
Katerina grinned,
She smiled heavily:
Kolo heart is like a reptile
Chorna turned around.
I marveled at the little girls all around;
Bachit - the forest is black,
And under the forest, the edge of the road,
Or, darling, I'm dying.
“Let’s go, son, it’s getting dark,
If you let him into the house;
If you don’t let them in, then let them in
We'll spend the night.
We'll spend the night under the house,
Sinu miy Ivane!
Where will you spend the night?
Why won't you stop me?
With dogs, my little son,
Rotate outside!
Dogs are angry, they bite,

But don't talk
I can’t tell you while laughing...
There is food and drink with dogs...
My poor little head!
Why bother me?
The orphan dog takes his share,
There is a good word in the world of an orphan;
Who b "yet and bark, shackle in captivity,
But no one sleeps laughing about their mother,
And Ivasya is sleeping, sleeping in advance,
Don't let your child live to see her.
At whom do dogs bark on the street?
Who sits naked and hungry under the mud?
Who's going to drive the lobur?
Chernyavі bastards...
One yogo share is black brows,
People aren’t allowed to wear those kind of clothes lately.

IV

Downhill, downhill, downhill,
You guys are tall,
Dubi from the hetmanate stand.
Rowing at the ravine, row in a row,
Stakes under the kriga in captivity
І rinsing station - take water...
Mov pokotyolo – chervoniye,
It's gloomy - the sun is shining.
The wind blew; as we say -
There is nothing: through the white...
But there was just a spree in the forest.
Roar, the fistula is complete.
There was a curl in the forest;
Like the sea, the white field
It was snowing.
Viyshov from khati karbivnichy,
Let's take a look at the forest,
That's where you are! so dashingly
You can't see the light.
“Ege, bachu, yak fuga!
Tsur yomu I am in the forest!
Go to the house... What's there?
From their dignity!
Spread evil upon them,
Let's get down to business.
Nichipore! be amazed,
How they beat me!” “What, Muscovites?..
Where are the Muscovites? “What are you doing? change your mind!”
“Who are the Muscovites, the swans?”
“Oh, look at him.”
Katerina flew
I didn’t get dressed.
“Maybe, good Moscow region
She was screwed!
Bottom line, only one knows
What is the Muscovite’s cry.”
Through the stumps, under the radar,
Fly faster,
Bosa stood in the middle of the road,
Rubbed it in with my sleeves.
And Muscovites are on their guard,
Yak alone, on horseback.
“My dashing! my lot!”
Until then... if you look -
The eldest is in front.
“My dear Ivane!
My heart is dying!
Are the kids in such a fuss?
That's it... for the stirrups...
And he marveled,

That spurs the horse into the sides.
“Why are you hiding?
Have you forgotten Katerina?
Don't you know anything?
Marvel, my dove,
Marvel at me:
I am Katrusya, your love.
Why are you tearing the stirrups?
And he spoils the horse,
Don't worry about anything.
“Get your hair cut, my dove!
Marvel - I'm not crying.
You didn’t know me, Ivane?
Heart, marvel
By God, I’m Katrusya!”
“Fool, get off!
Take the crazy one away!”
“Oh my God! Ivane!
And are you leaving me?
And you swore an oath!”
“Take it away!
What have you become?
"Whom? Should I take it?
For what, tell me, my dove?
Who wants to give
My Katrya, what’s up to you
I went to the kindergarten
Your Katrya, what for you
Did Sina give birth?
My father, my brother!
Don't fight!
I will become your hireling...
Fight for the other one...
With all the light...
I'll forget
Whenever I swayed,
Why are you too young?
It has become a coating...
Cover it... like rubbish!
And why am I dying!
Leave me, forget me,
But don't throw your son away.
Won't you leave?..
My heart
Don't mess with me...
I’ll bring you son.”
Threw the stirrups
But to the hut. Spinning around
Nese youmu sina.
Nespovita, in tears
Heartfelt child.

“Sit there, marvel!
Where are you? getting excited?
Duck!.. dumb!.. Sina, Sina
Dad got pissed off!
My God!.. My child!
Where will I fight with you?
Muscovites! darlings!
Take with you;
Don't fight, swans:
Vono is an orphan;
Take it and give it to me
To the elder for his son,
Take him... for I’ll leave,
Having left my father,
I didn’t throw a butdai yoga
It's a crazy time!
I bless you in the light of God
Mother gave birth;
Make people laugh! -
I put it on the road.
Stay kidding daddy
And I was already joking.”
That's the way to the forest, like it's impossible!
But the child remains
Weep for the poor... And for the Muscovites
Baiduje; passed.
That's good; ta dashingly
The forest rangers sensed it.
Biga Katrya is barefoot in the forest,
Biga and voice;
Then curse your Ivan,
Sometimes you cry, sometimes you ask.
Runs onto the tree;
I marveled all around
And in the bright... run... I’ll stand in the middle
Movchki stumbled.
"God accept my soul,
And you are my body!”
Shit in the water!..
Under the ice
It began to gurgle.
Chornobryva Katerina
I found what I was looking for.
Blowing the wind over the camp -
And there was no trace.
It’s not wind, it’s not violent,
What an oak tree is barking;
It’s not bad, it’s not hard,
Why is my mother dying?
Don’t make little children orphans,
They stole a little something:

Good glory has been given to them,
The grave has been preserved.
Make evil people laugh
Small orphan;
Ville slozy to the grave -
Good luck to you.
And to that, to that in the world,
What have you got left for?
Whom father and not bachiv,
Has Mati been fooled?
What do Baystryukov have left?
Who can talk to him?
No homeland, no house;
Ways, sounds, grief...
Lady's face, black eyebrows..
Nascho? Let's find out!
I scoffed, I didn’t steal...
Boday has faded!

V

Ishov kobzar to Kiev
Let's go to sleep now,
Pockets of sagging
Yogo grips.
Male child koloyogo
Kunya in the sun,
And at this hour the old kobzar
I am sleeping.
Whoever goes, where - does not pass:
Some are bagels, some are pennies;
Some are old, some are girls
Baby step.
Marvel at the black eyebrows -
I am barefoot and naked.
“Dala,” it seems, “brows,
She didn’t give me a share!”
On the way to Kiev
Berlin gear,
And in Berlin, gentlemen
With lord and family.
Having drunkenly against the elders -
Kuryava kicks.
Escape from the end
He waves his hand.
Gives money to Ivaseva,
The lady marvels.
And the gentleman looked... turned around...
Having learned, learned,
Having known those brown eyes,
Black brows...
Having known my father's son,
But I don’t want to take it.
Pita lady, what is your name?
“Ivasa,” “How cute!”
Berlin is destroyed, and Ivasya
Kuryava covered...
They got what they got,
The siromas stood up,
We prayed for the end of the sun,
Let's go over the road.

Corrupted

The wide Dnieper roars and groans,

the angry wind tears the leaves,

everything tends to the ground below the willow tree

and carries menacing waves.

And the pale month of that time

wandered behind a dark cloud.

Like a boat overtaken by a wave,

then floated out, then disappeared.

The village hasn't woken up yet,

the rooster has not yet crowed,

the owls in the forest called to each other,

Yes, the ash tree bent and creaked.

At this hour in the dark thicket -

down under the mountain -

something white flashes

wanders over the water.

Is it the mermaid who is my own mother?

searching in the middle of the night

maybe he's waiting for the lad, -

meets - tickles.

Not a mermaid, no - a maiden

the corrupted one wanders

and she herself doesn’t know about it,

what's happening to her.

This is what the witch did

so as not to be sad,

so that she wanders sleepily,

was waiting at night

a Cossack who has gone into the distance,

that he left her.

He promised to return

yes, apparently, he disappeared!

His eyes are not Chinese

people covered up

and his face has no tears

girls washed:

black raven took out his eyes

whether in that open field,

the wolves tore the body apart, -

This is the Cossack's share.

Apparently, the girl wanders in vain,

wandering, waiting...

Blackbrow will not return

and doesn’t caress

he won’t undo her braid,

will not knit a scarf;

not to bed, but to home

the orphan will lie down!

Such is her lot... Oh, my God, dear,

Why did you send trouble to the poor fellow?

Because she loved with all her heart

Cossack eyes?.. Forgive the orphan!

Who should she love? She's lonely

alone, like a bird in a distant land.

Send her happiness, send her black eyes,

Otherwise people will completely laugh at her.

Is it the dove's fault that she loves a dove?

Is it the pigeon's fault that it fell dead?

A girlfriend is flying - cooing, yearning,

calls and doesn’t know where he’s gone.

And yet it’s easier for her: she flies, -

He will rush to God - to find out about the dear one.

And she, an orphan, will torture anyone

and who will tell her, and who knows about it,

where is my dear: does he water the horse on the Danube?

Are you planning to spend the night in a dark forest?

Or maybe on the other hand he caresses the other one,

Have you started to forget her, the black-browed one?

When would she become a swift-winged bird,

I would fly around the whole world and find a friend;

If he were alive, I would love her, but I would strangle her,

If he died, I would lie down in the grave next to him

The heart doesn't love enough to share with anyone,

It doesn’t want it the way it’s given by God:

It is given to him to suffer and languish in life,

but it does not want to live and languish.

This is your will, O Lord,

Such is the poor woman’s lot of happiness!

Everything wanders - silently, like a mute,

The night Dnieper has calmed down;

the wind rests by the sea,

dispelling the clouds above the ground.

The moon sparkles in the clear sky;

and that's all - the Dnieper and the shady forest -

full of deep silence.

And suddenly the little mermaids are over the reach

rose, sailing from the Dnieper

(naked; braids made of sedge),

They shout: “It’s time for us to warm up!”

“It's time! - the sun has already gone behind the forest...”

Their mother asked, “Is everyone here?

Let's go get dinner.

Let's play, let's take a walk,

let's sing, let's sing:

Wow, wow!

Straw spirit, spirit!

My mother didn't christen me

I put it unbaptized.

The month is clear!

Our little dove!

Come and dine with us quickly:

a Cossack lies in a cave there,

he's in a cave on the sand

and with a ring on his hand;

young and black-browed,

we found him in Dubrovo.

Shine on us in the open field,

We want to walk to our heart's content.

While the witches are flying here,

the roosters don't crow

shine on us... Who is wandering there?

What's going on at the oak tree?

Wow, wow!

Straw spirit, spirit!

My mother didn't christen me