Текст песни MoSHkin - Татьяной занят был одной ч 22-27 глава 8

Words: Alexander Pushkin
Music: Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin

Tatiana was a busy one hour 22-27 Chapter 8

XXII

Mara he courteous response.
What about him? What it strange dream!
What stirred deep
Soul cold and lazy?

Annoyance? Vanity? il again
Caring youth - love?

Onegin re-watch says
Again, do not wait for the end of the day.
But ten beats; he leaves,
He flew it on the porch,

string solo

He thrilled to the princess enters;
Tatiana, he finds one,
And with a few minutes
They are sitting. Words neydut

From the mouth of Onegin. Sullen,
Awkward, he barely
She responds. Head
It is full of stubborn thought.

Stubbornly he looks: she
Sitting at peace and is free.

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XXIII

Comes husband. He interrupts
This unpleasant tete-a-tete;
With Onegin he recalls
Leprosy, jokes previous years.

They are laughing. Get away.
Here coarse salt secular anger
He became revive the conversation;
Before mistress easy nonsense

Sparkles without the silly affectation,
And meanwhile interrupted his
Reasonable sense without the vulgar,
Without eternal truths without pedantry,

And I do not frighten anyone's ears
Free liveliness of his.

XXIV

There was, however, the color of the capital,
And to know, and fashion designs,
Everywhere encountered Litsa,
Necessary fools;

There were older ladies
The cap and roses with a view evil;
There were a few girls,
No smiling faces;
There was a messenger, saying
About public affairs;
There was fragrant gray hair
The old man, the old shutivshy:

Cancelled subtly and cleverly,
What's more funny now.

XXV

Here was an avid epigrams,
For all the angry gentleman:
At the master's tea is too sweet,
On the plane of the ladies, the tone of men,

On the rumors about the misty romance,
On the monogram, the two sisters,
On lie magazines, to the war,
On snow and his wife.

XXVI

There was Prolasov, earned
The fame of the baseness of soul,
All albums were dim,
St.-Rriest, your pencils;

At the door, another ballroom dictator
It was the picture magazine,
Rouge as Palm Sunday cherub,
Tighten it and motionless,

And stray traveler,
Perekrahmalenny Naha
Visiting excited smile
His posture Zabotnov,

And silently exchanged glance
He was the general verdict.

XXVII

But my Onegin evening a
Tatiana was a busy one,
Not this girl diffident,
Love, poor and simple,

But the princess apathetic,
But impregnable goddess
Luxurious, regal Neva.
O people! all like you

On ancestor Eva:
What is given to you, it does not entail,
You constantly calling the serpent
By itself, the mysterious tree;

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Forbidden fruit Give you:
And without that you haven not heaven.

April 24, 2015
Rock opera Eugene Onegin 2015 Chapter 8