Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - Марія. ч.5

A year has passed. Circle the huts
Goat grazing; and child
And the little kid
On the porch of play. mother
He sits on a mound of earth circle houses
And with KUZHEL wool spinning.
And behold, he goes old
From chick quietly under the fence:
He wore in the garden shaplychok
Prodi. He medyanychok,
And she nemudruyu handkerchief,
Himself bears the same sandals
Belts good. Spochynuv
And he said: - Daughter, do not worry.
King Herod has died.
Something ate in the evening,
And so eaten as oprihs,
Is something I was told.
Come on - he says - in a grove,
In a quiet little paradise!
Come dodomonku, child.
- Come, - she said and went
Nile sorochenyata wash
In the way of his son. grazed
Goat kozyatkom circle of huts,
Joseph son zabavlyav,
In sydya mound of earth, yet
On the river washed the little ones
Shirt. And then at home
Pomorschyv good sandals
Himself in a way. And the whole multitude
Before sunrise on pouch
On the shoulders of taking and baby
Together in kolysochtsi bore.
So somehow, the way they came home.
Let not had anyone
Uzrit is. Grace!
Hayochok still in the field,
One yedynaya their fate
Auteuil hayochok! I do not know,
Where is he made love. And the cottage,
Everything, everything devastated. in ruins
They had nochuvat.
In the well Maria bright
We quickly rushed. There
Once something with it yasnolytsyy
Zostrivsya guests. Weed,
Thistle with prickly nettles
Circle the well overgrown.
Mary! Horenko with you!
Pray, dear, pray!
Okuy his holy power ...
Dolhoterpyeniyem okuy,
In the bloody tears temper! ..
Niece almost drowned
In the well. Woe to us
It would iskuplennym servants!
The child grew up to melting
Without a mother, and we would not know
And yet the truth on earth!
Holy will! caught on
And the hard, hard smiled,
And he began to cry. poured
In tsyamrynu svyatyye tears
And dry. And her nebozi,
Better.

Elisabeth,
Old widow in Nazareth
With his little's boy lived,
Taki of Ivas. And was
Some of their own. Early-morning
His child, misfortune,
Fed, dressed
And in his saints went
In Nazareth to a widow
As neighbors in Naymychka ask!

Dytyatochko itself grew,
With Ivas-Udovenko been played.
Already grown considerable.
Once they walked a
Together the street, found
Two sticks and took
Home mothers on the wood.
Conventional little children! Go
And cheerful and healthy,
Up pleasure hlya [well] count as a go!
So it is small, took
Druhuyu stick in Ivas -
Ivas in grasshoppers and [g] Rouse -
Did the cross and bore
Home, you know, show
What he can and tinkering.
Mary is at the gate
Children zostrila and fainted,
And the corpse fell as uzrila
He cross-shybenychku. - Evil!
Bad people, evil!
Taught you, my child,
Will do this! Stay! Stay! -
He, small, innocent
Prepare threw shybenychku
I wept and spilled
Even the first time mladenchi tears
On the maternal womb. Nebozi
Like better. Took
In holodochok has got,
As a weed in the garden kissed
And cakes fed,
Fresh cakes. It also
Popestylos myself pohralos
And bainki, small, lay
Taki is on her knees.
Could a sleeping child
Like yanhelyatochko in Paradise.
And his yedynuyu
And mother watching and crying
Softly-softly; angel asleep,
So that it somehow did not stir.
And not dohledila. As though
Boiling water drop like fire
He fell, and it
Woke up. Quickly tears
Maria wiped laughing
That he has not seen. And nebozi
Not had stupor
Small son. looked
I began to cry.