Текст песни Иван Сергеевич Тургенев - Довольный человек

Happy man
A young man is still skipping along the street of the capital. His movements are cheerful, brisk; eyes shine, smirk lips, pleasantly reddened touched face ... He is all - contentment and joy.
What happened to him? Did he inherit? Have they been promoted? Is he in a hurry on a love date? Or did he just have a good breakfast - and a sense of health, a feeling of well-fed strength leaped in all its members? Could it be that your beautiful octagonal cross was laid on his neck, O Polish king Stanislav!
No. He composed slander against a friend, disseminated it carefully, heard her, this same slander, from the lips of another acquaintance - and he believed her.
Oh, how pleased, how kind this young, promising young man is even at this moment!
February 1878