Who Is To Live Good In The Rus Part One Prologue N. Nekrasov Poem by Yuri Starostin

Who Is To Live Good In The Rus Part One Prologue N. Nekrasov



WHO IS TO LIVE GOOD IN THE RUS

PART ONE

Prologue

In what year - count,
In what land - guess
The seven men converged
On the pillar road:
The seven temporarily obligated ones,
Of the tighten province,
Of the county Endure the Grief,
Of the Empty Hollow parish,
From the neighboring villages:
Patch, Hole,
Unshoed, Cool Shiever,
Burnt, Do not eat -
Harvest Failure also,
Ones converged - and arguing up:
Who is live fun,
Freely in the Rus?
Roman said to the landlord,
Damian said to the official,
Luka said to the priest.
To the fat belly negotiant! -
Brothers Gubins said,
Ivan and Mitrodor.
The old man Pahom do tighter
And he said, looking in the ground:
To the noble boyar,
To the minister of the sovereign.
And Prov said to the tsar...
The man is that the bull: some whim thrust in the crown
Of the head -
Do not beat
By the pile there from: they abut,
Everyone stand on his!
Whether they started such debate,
That the passers-by think-
To know the lads found a treasure
And share on among themself...
Every one go out the home
Up to half a day in his case:
One keep the way up to the forge,
That went to the village Ivankovo
To call father Prokofy
To baptise the child.
Pahom bring the honeycomb
On the bazaar in the Velikoe,
And two brothers Gubins
To catch the stubborn stallion
So just by the halter
Were going in their herd.
It is time long ago
To everyone return on his way -
They go side by side!
They go as
The gray wolves chased for them,
More further - then more faster.
They go - reproved!
Cry - do not come to mind!
The time is not waiting.
They have not noticed during the dispute.
As the red sun sit down,
As the evening came.
Probably so they go the whole night
- Where they go do not knowing,
While the meeting woman do them,
Gnarled Durandiha,
Do not shouted: 'Venerable!
Where do you looking in the night
Contrived to go? .. '
She asked, laughing,
Whipped, witch, the gelding
And rolled a gallop...
'Where? ..' - Each looked at other
Then our men are
Standing, keep a silent, looked down...
Already long the night gone,
The frequent stars light up
In the high heavens,
The moon surfaced, the black shadows
Cut the road
To the zealous walkers.
Oh shadows! black shadows!
Whom you do not catch up?
Whom you do not surpass?
Only you are, black shadows,
To catch impossible - to hug!
Silent Pahom watched
In the forest, in the path-road,
Looked - throw up the mind
And finally uttered:
'Well! The forest devil joke a nice joke
On us!
In any way we went almost
The twenty verstes without a little!
Now to turn back home -
We are tired - do not reach,
Sit down, - nothing to do.
Will rest before the sun! .. '
Piled the trouble on the forest devil,
Under the forest at the road
The men sat down.
They lit the fire, set down,
The two ones ran for a vodka,
And while others
Get ready the glass,
Flog a birch bark.
Soon the vodka is in time.
And the snack is ripe -
The men feast!
They drank the three skew ones,
Ate up- and arguing on
Again: who is to live fun,
Freely in the Rus?
Roman shouts to the landlord,
Damian shouts to the officer,
Luka shouts to the priest;
To the fat merchant -
Brothers Gubins cry,
Ivan and Mitrodor;
Pahom shouts: to the light
Noble boyar,
To the minister of the sovereign.
And Prov shouts: to the king!
To take away the ardour men
Ever more,
Scold violently,
No wonder that each clung
The hair of other...
Look - now and grabbed on!
Roman pummel Pahom,
Demian mill Luka.
Two brothers Gubins
Iron stalwart Prov -
And everyone screams himself!
The loud echo woke,
Went to walk- to wander,
Went to shout-to scream,
As if to stump
The stubborn men.
To the king! - heard rightward,
Respond leftward:
To the priest! To the priest! To the priest!
The whole forest alarmed,
With the flying birds,
With the swift-footed beasts
And with the crawling reptiles -
And the moan and the howl and the roar!
First of all the gray bunny
From a neighboring bush
Suddenly go jumped as disheveled,
And scoot on!
Behind him the small jackdaw chick
Raised at the top of the birch
The nasty sharp squeak.
And then there the chiffchaff get
Her tiny little birdie frightened
Fell from the nest;
The chiffchaff chirps, cries,
Where is the chick? - Can not find!
Then the old cuckoo
Woke up and is far-fetched
To cuckoo to someone;
Takes a ten times,
Yes, whenever she knock out
And begins again...
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo bird!
The bread will be the ear of the corn
You choke by the spica -
You will not cuckoo! 1
The seven eagle-owls flew,
Admire the carnage
From the seven large trees,
Laughing, night owls!
Their big yellow eyes
Burns like the fourteen candles
Of the ardent wax!
And the raven, the clever bird
Ripe, sitting on the tree
Near the most fire.
Sitting and praying the devil,
To clap someone
To the death!
The cow with a bell,
That stray in the evening
From the herd, just heard
The human voice -
Came to the fire, staring
The eyes on the guys.
She listened the crazy speeches
And start, heart-full,
Moo, moo, moo!
The silly cow mooing,
The small jackdaw-birdies squeak.
The wild guys cry,
And the echo echoes for all.
He has the one care -
To tease the honest people,
To frighten a children and a women!
Nobody seen him never,
And everyone has heard to hear,
Without a body - and it lives,
Without a tongue - is screaming!
The owl -the zamoskvoretsky
Princess - immediately mooing,
She flies over the peasants,
Balls that on the ground,
That on the bushes by the wing...
Indeed the sly fox,
On the woman curiosity,
Crept up to the men,
Listen, listen
And she went away, thinking:
'And the devil do not understand them! '
And really: this disputants
Known at just, remembered -
What they are noisy about...
Getting knead the sides decently
A friend to the friend, to settle down
The peasants drinking finally
From the pools,
Washed, refreshing,
The sleep began roll their...
The weeny chick on that hour,
By little, by the half of the fathom,
Low flight by,
Crept to the fire.
Pahom caught him,
Bring to the fire, looked at
And he said: 'Birdie of small,
But the nail is sharp!
I breathe on- roll out the palm,
Sneeze - drove into the fire,
Click - rolled dead,
And yet you are, small birdie,
More strong of a man!
Soon the wings will be stronger,
Bye-bye! wherever you want,
There you will flight!
Oh you, small birdie!
Give us your wings,
Will overflight all of the kingdom,
Will see, will rescue
Will ask - and have knowing:
Who is to live happily,
Freely in the Rus? '
' No need and a wings.
If only we need the bread
On a half pood in a day. -
And so we will re-measure
Rus-mother by the feet! '-
Surly Prov said.
'Yes, a bucket of the vodka' -
Gaining Ivan and Mitrodor
Gubins brothers are eager
For a vodka.
'Yes, in the morning
On the ten salt cucumbers'-
The men joked.
'And at noon on the can
Of the cold kvas. '
'And in the evening on the teapots
Of the hot cup of tea... '
While they talking,
The warbler wound, spun
Above them: still listened
And she sat at the fire.
She chivik, jump
And say to Pahom
By a human voice:
'Let the chick on the will!
I give a big ransom
For the small chick. '
- And what will you give? -
'I give the bread
On the half of the pood per a day,
Give the bucket of the vodka,
Give the cucumbers in the morning,
And at noon the sour kvass,
In the evening the tea! '
- And where, small birdie, -
Brothers Gubins asked -
You'll find a wine and a bread
For the seven guys? -
'Find - you will find yourself,
And I am the small birdie,
I will tell you to find somehow. '
- Tell! -
'Go into the woods,
Against the thirtieth sign post
Headlong the verst:
You will come on the glade.
The two old pines
Standing on that glade,
The buried box
Under these pines
You gain it, -
That box is magic:
To wine and dine the tablecloth is full in it,
When you desire,
Feed up, drink up!
Quietly only say:
'Hey! Wine and dine tablecloth!
Regale the guys! '
Is in your volition,
In my behest,
All appear immediately.
Now - let the chick out! '
- Wait a minute! We are a poor people,
Go on the road further. -
Pahom told her. -
You are, I see, a wise bird,
Respect - ensorcell the old clothes
For us! -
- That the coat of a peasant
Wear, get not worn! -
Roman demanded.
- To the linden basts
Served, get not breaking -
Damian demanded.
- To a louse, a foul flea
Have not spawn in the shirts -
Luka demanded.
- The onuchenki do not rot... -
Gubins demanded...
The birdie answered them:
' The wine and dine tablecloth
Will fix, wash, dry all
For you... Well, let go! .. '
Expanding the broad palm,
Groin set free the chick.
Set free - and the tiny little bird,
By a little, by the half - fathom,
Low fly up,
Head to the hollow.
The warbler was hoisted for him
And added on the fly:
'Look, chur, one!
Getting the edible foods
The maw endure so much - and ask that,
May be claimed a vodka
On the day exactly a bucket.
If do you ask
And one and two - turns on
For your request,
And the third one will be the trouble! '
And the warbler flew
With her birthmark chick,
And the men drawn in Indian file
To the road
To search the thirtieth guidepost.
Found! - They go silent
Headlong, right
On the dense forest,
Consider the each step.
And when the verst they measured,
They saw on the glade -
The two old pine
Standing on the glade...
The peasants dig on,
Got that box,
Opened - and found
That the wine and dine tablecloth!
They found and cried out at once:
'Hey, wine and dine tablecloth!
Feast the guys! '
Look - the tablecloth unwraped
Wherefrom
The two hefty arms took up,
Deliver the bucket of the wine,
Put the bread by the mountain,
And hid again.
'And why is no a pickles? '
'Why is no a hot tea? '
'Why is no a cold kvas? '
All appeared suddenly...
The peasants unbelted,
They sat at the tablecloths.
The feast went now!
Kissing in the joy up,
Each promised other
Henceforth do not fight in vain,
But to use deal the disputed case
In the mind, in the god,
On the honor -
Do not turn in the huts,
Do not see neither the wives.
Neither the little children,
Neither the old men,
As long as they will not find the decision
On the controversial case,
As long as will not wit
Most sure for certain:
Who is to live happily,
Freely in the Rus?
Putting this vows,
The guys fall asleep
In the morning as killed...

1
The cuckoo stops cuckoo when the bread is a spike on ('choking by the spike', - the people says) .

Thursday, February 2, 2017
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