Novice Mzyri
Mikhail Lermontov
Mikhail Lermontov.
Novice Mzyri
Novice Mzyri - in Georgian means 'non-employees Monk', a sort of 'novice'. (Note Lermontov.)
Tasting, tastes a little honey, and lo al dying.
1st Book of Kingdoms
1
A few years ago,
There whereas, plums, noise,
Embraced, like the two sisters,
The streams of Aragva and Kura
There was the monastery. Beside the mountain
And now the pedestrian sees
The pillars of the collapsed gate,
And the tower and the church vault;
But not much is smoked under it
The spoons bless fragrant smoke,
Not to hear the singing in the late hour
Of the begging monks for us.
Now the gray-haired old man,
The half-dead guard of the ruins,
By the people and by the death is forgotten,
Sweeps away the dust from the gravestones,
Whose the inscription says
About the glory of the past - and about that
How depressed by his crown,
Same king, in same year,
To Russia have handed his people.
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And God's grace come in
At Georgia! It is blossomed
Since then, in the shadow of their gardens,
Do not fear of an enemies
Behind the face of the friendly bayonets.
2
Once the russian general
From the mountains to Tiflis go passed;
The child prisoner he was carrying.
He become sick, did not survive
The proceedings of the long journey;
He was, it seemed, about six years old,
As a serna of the mountains, fearful and wild
And weak and flexible, like a reed.
But in him the grievous evil
Revive the mighty spirit
Of his fathers. No a complaints he
Languished, even a faint moan
From the children's lips was not flying,
By the sign the food he is rejected
And quietly, proudly died.
One monk be sorry
Have looked the impatient, and in the walls
Of the care he is remained,
By the friendly art have saved.
But be a stranger to the childish pleasures,
Firstly he ran from all,
Wandered be silent, lonely,
Watched, breathed a sigh, to the east,
Hearded by the unclear anguish
On his natives side.
But after he got used to the prison,
Began to understand the foreign language,
Was baptized by the Holy Father
And, with the noisy light is unfamiliar,
Already wanted in his prime
Have utter the vows,
Then suddenly one day he disappeared
By the autumn night. The dark forest
Dragged through the mountains circles.
Three days all are searching for him
Were in vain, but then
Unconscious him in the desert found
And once again brought to the monastery.
He was terribly pale and thin
And was weak, as soon a long labor,
The disease or the hunger he is experienced.
He did not respond to an interrogation
And day by day noticeably sluggish.
And it was near him end;
Then the monk came to him
With the exhortations and prayer;
And, proudly listening, the patient
Stood up, gathering the rest of a forces
And so for a long time, he said:
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'You listen to my confession
Come here, thank you.
All the same better to someone
By the words can relieve my chest;
But to a people I have not done evil,
And because my business
Little use to you to know
And the soul can tell miles?
I've lived a little, and lived in the captivity.
These two lives in one,
But just full of an alarm,
I would exchange if I could.
I knew the power of the only thought,
One - but the fiery passion:
It is like a worm lived in me,
Gnawed the soul and burn down.
She was calling my dreams
From the stuffy cells and prayers
To the wonderful world of the alarms and battles,
Where the clouds are hiding in the rocks,
Where the people are free as an eagles.
This passion in the darkness of the night
I have nurtured by the tears and sadness;
It before the heaven and earth
I now confess aloudly
And do not pray for a forgiveness.
4
The old man! I've heard many times,
Somewhat you saved me from death -
Why? .. Morose and lonely,
By the storm the detached leaf
I grew up in the gloomy walls
By the soul the child, by the fate the monk.
I could not tell to anyone
The sacred words 'father' and 'mother.'
Of course you would, old man,
To had I lost the habit in the monastery
From these sweet names -
In vain: the sound of its were born
With me. And I have seen at other
The motherland, home, friends, relatives,
And I did not find at me
Not only the lovely souls - the graves!
Then, not wasting the empty tears,
In my soul I said the swear:
Although for a moment in sometime
My burning chest
Press down with the sorrow to the other breast,
Although to the unfamiliar, but to the native.
Alas! Now those dream
Died in the full beauty,
And I go have live in a foreign land
I die by a slave and an orphan.
5
I am not afraid the grave:
There, say, the suffering sleep
In the cold eternal silence;
But sorry to part the life to me.
I am young, young... Did you know
The dissolute youth dreams?
Either did not know or forgot,
As hated and loved;
As the heart do beaten vivere
At the sight of the sun and the fields
With the high corner towers,
Somewhere the air is fresh and there at times
In the deep borehole the walls,
The child of an unknown country,
Standing close, the young dove
Is sitting, scared the storm?
Let now a lovely light
To you is fasting, you're weak, you are grey hair,
And you've lost the habit of a desire.
What is the need? You was lived, man!
You have in the world to forget somewhat,
You was lived - by this way I could to live!
6
You want to know what I saw
In the will? -The lush fields
The hills covered by the crown
The trees that grews around,
Noisy by the fresh crowd,
As the brothers in a circular dance.
I saw the pile of the dark rocks,
When the flow separates its.
And I'm guessing their thoughts:
To me that was given by above!
Outstretched in the air for a long time
The stone embrace of its,
And eager to meet the every moment;
But the days run, the year run -
Its will never meet again!
I saw the mountain ranges,
The bizarre-s as the dreams,
When in the hour of the dawn
The smoked as the altars,
Are its heights in the blue sky,
And the cloud for the cloud,
Leaving its secret overnight,
To the east directed run -
As soon the white caravan
The stray birds from the far lands!
In the distance I could see through the fog,
In the snow, burning like a diamond
Gray-haired immutable Caucasus;
And it was to my heart
Easy, I do not know the reason.
The secret voice said to me,
That once and I lived there,
And in my memory
The past become more clearer, clearer...
7
And I remembered my father's house,
Our gorge and around
In the shadow the spilled aul;
I could hear the evening roar
Of the fleeing herds to home
And the far barking of the acquaintances dogs.
I remembered the dark-skinned old men
In the light of the moon evenings
Against the father's porch
Sitting with the importance of the person;
And the shine of the rimmed nozhon
Of the long daggers... and as the dream
All this by the vague one by one
Suddenly ran before me.
And my father? he is like a living
In his battle dress
He come to me, and I remembered
The chainmail ringing, and the glitter guns
And the proud unbending sight,
And my younger sisters...
The rays of their sweet eyes
And the sound of their songs and speeches
Over the cradle mine...
In the gorge there the stream ran.
It was noisy, but not deep;
To its, to the golden sand,
To play I was leaving at noon
And by the look watched the swallows,
When they were before the rain
Slip the waves by the wing.
And I remembered our peaceful home
And before the evening hearth
The long stories about
How was lived the people of the old days,
When the world was still lush-ed.
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You want to know what I was doing
In the will? Lived - and my life
Without these three blissful days
Would be more sadder and darker
Of the powerless to your old age.
Once upon a time I thought
To look at the far fields,
To know whether the land is beautiful,
To know to the will or to the prison
On this light we are born.
And in the hour of the night, a terrible hour,
When the storm frighten you,
When crowding at the altar,
You were bow lying on the ground,
I ran away. Oh, I like a brother
Embrace the storm would be happy!
By the eyes the clouds I follow,
By the hand caught the lightning...
Tell me that among these walls
Could you give me in return
Of that short but lively friendship,
Between the rough heart and the storm? , .
9
I ran for a long time - somewhere, where?
I do not know! no a star
To lit up the hard way.
I was happy to breathe
In my aching chest
The overnight freshness of this forest,
And all! I have a lot of hours
Ran, and finally, tired,
Lay among the tall grasses;
Listen: there is no chase.
The storm subsided. The pale light
Wore by the long strip
Between the dark sky and the earth,
And I discerned, as the pattern,
Her teeth of the far mountains;
Prope, I lay in silence,
Sometimes in the gorge the jackal
Screamed and cried like a child,
And, shining by the smooth scales,
The snake are slithered among the stones;
But the fear do not gripped my soul:
I am, as a beast, was a stranger to the people
And crawling and hiding like a snakes.
10
At the bottom deeply underneath me
The feed enhanced by the storm
Make a noise, and his noise is deaf
To the hundreds of an angry voices
Is similar. Although no a words
I have to heed that talk,
The incessant murmur, the eternal debate
With the stubborn heaps of the stones.
So suddenly it is muted down, so more stronger
It was hear in silence;
And now, in the hazy high above
The birds have sing up, and the east
Get rich; the breeze
Moved the raw leafs;
The sleepy flowers have breathed,
And as its are to meet the day
I keep up my head...
I looked around, do not hide:
I was scared, at the edge
Of the threatening chasm I lay
Where do howled, twisting, the angry shaft;
The steeps of the rocks there rows;
But only the evil spirit on its goes walked,
When the downward-ed from the heaven
In the underground gorge it was disappeared.
11
Around me the blossoming God garden was;
The plants rainbow outfit
Keeps the step of the celestial tears
And the curls of the vines clusters
Curled, showing between the trees
By the transparent green leafs;
And full of a grapes on its,
The earrings likeness expensived
Hung magnificently, and at times
To its the birds flews is the skittish swarm
Again I fell to the ground
And became listen again
To the magic, strange voices;
They whispered in the bushes,
As soon its speech were go
About the secrets of the heaven and earth;
And all the voices of nature
Merged here, no the hear
In the solemn hour of the much-vaunted
Only is the proud voice of the people.
In vain that I felt then,
Those thoughts - so there is no a trace of its;
But I'd wanted to tell them,
To live, even mentally, again.
In that morning the vault of the heaven was
So pure that the angel flying
The studious eye could follow;
He was so transparent deep
So full of the smooth blue!
I'm in it by the eyes and the soul
Drowning until the midday heat
Do not dispersed my dreams.
And by the thirst I was parched.
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Then to the flow from the height
Holding on to the flexible bushes
With the plate on a plate I do as I could,
Began to descend. From under the feet
The torned stone sometimes
Barreling down - for its the reins
Smoke, the dust curling by the column;
Buzzing and jumping, then
It was swallowing by the wave;
And I was hanging over the deep,
But the youth is rather strong,
And the death did not seem scary!
As soon as I'm from the abrupt heights
Went down, the freshness of the mountain water
Was wafted toward me,
And I eagerly fell to a wave.
Suddenly - the voice – the light footsteps...
Instantly hiding between the bushes
Involuntary by the trembling holds,
I picked up the timid look
And listen eagerly began:
And closer and closer still go sounded
The Georgians voice of the young,
So artless alive
So sweet free, as
Only the sounds of the friendly names
It was accustomed to utter.
That a simple song was
But in the thought it lain down,
And to me, only the dusk comes,
Its invisible spirit singing.
13
Holding the jug over her head,
Georgian by the narrow path
Went to the coast. Occasionally
She slipped between the stones,
Laughing his embarrassment.
And her outfit was poor;
And she go easy, to back
The long bends of the veil
Throwing back. The summer Heat
Covered by the gold shadow
Her face and chest, and the heat
Breathing out of her mouth and cheeks.
And the darkness of the eyes was so deep,
So full of the mysteries of the love,
That my fervent thoughts
Were perplexed. I only remember
The crock ringing - when the jet
Poured slowly into it,
And the whisper... nothing more.
When I woke up again
And the blood flues the heart from,
She was too far away;
And went, though quieter - but easy,
Go slim under her burden,
As the poplar, the king of her fields!
Nearby, in the cool darkness,
It seemed to the rock the rooted
Two saklya by the amicably couple;
Above the one flat roof
The blue smoke was streaming.
I see as now is,
As quietly opened the door...
And the lock again! ..
To you, I know, do not understand
My anguish, my sorrow;
And if I could - I would be sorrow:
The memories of those minutes
In me, let die with me.
14
Exhausted by the works of the night,
I lay down in the shade. The gratifying sleep
Shutters being the eyes to me...
And again I saw in a dream
The image of young Georgians.
And by the strange sweet sorrow
Again, my chest moah.
I have long struggled to breathe -
And woke up. Et the moon
At the top was shining, and alone
Only the cloud snuck up behind its,
As for his prey,
The embrace greedy opened.
The world was dark and silent;
Only by the silver fringe
The tops of the chain of a snow
Far did flashed before me
Yes in the shore the splashing stream.
In a familiar sacklya the twinkle
So was tremble, so ashed out again:
In the heaven, in the midnight hour
So the shining star dim!
I wanted to... but I'm there
Did not dare to climb. I have one goal -
Going on the native country -
Had in mind, and overcome
The suffering of the hunger as I could.
And by the right road
I go on, timid and silent.
But soon, in the depths of the forest
The sight lost the mountains
And then began to stray from the way.
15
In vain be fury at times
I tore by the desperate hand
The bramble tied by the ivy:
Go the wood was, the eternal forest is around,
The scarier and thicker every hour;
And by the millions of the black eyes
The night darkness is watched
Through the branches of each bush.
My head was spinning;
I began to climb to the trees;
But even on the edge of heaven
All the same the notched wood had.
Then I fell to the ground;
And cried in a frenzy,
And chewed the raw chest land
And the tears, the tears began to flow
To its by the fuel dew...
But, believe me, the human help
I did not want ... I was a stranger
For them forever, like a beast of the steppe;
And if even the minute shout
Was changed me- I swear, old man,
I'd pulled my weak tongue.
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Do you remember the childhood years:
The tears I did not know never;
But then I cried without a shame.
Who could see? Only the dark forest
And the month sailing on the skies!
The lit by its beam
The covered by the moss and sand,
By the impenetrable wall
The surrounded in front of me
The meadow was. Suddenly, in it
The shadow flashed, and the two fires
Sparks raced... and then
Some animal in a single jump
Popped out of the thicket and lay down,
Playing, on his back on the sand.
That was the eternal desert guest -
The mighty leopard. The crude bone
He nibbled and fun squealed;
So the bloody look rushed,
Gently shaking by the tail,
For the full month - and on it
The wool was flow by a silver.
I waited, grabbing the horny bitches
The minute battle, the heart suddenly
Sparked by the thirst for the combat
And the blood... yes, the hand of fate
Led me by the different way...
But now, I am sure,
That could not be in the land of the fathers
The last daring.
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I was waiting for. And in the shadow of the night
He sensed the enemy, and the howling
Is long, mournful as a moan
Give up sudden... and he began
Angrily by the paw to dig a sand,
He got up on his hind legs, then lay down,
And the first frantic leap
To me by the horrible death was threatened...
But I warned him.
The strike was my true and fast.
Reliable my bitches like an ax,
Cut his wide forehead...
He groaned as the man
And overturned. But again,
Although the blood flows from the wound
By the thick, broad wave,
The battle raged, a deadly fight!
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To me, he have threw on the chest:
But in the throat I could pile in time
And there twice to turn
My weapon... he howled
Rushed by the last effort,
And we, the gossip, like a pair of a snakes,
Embraced stronger of the two friends,
Fell at once, and in the mist
The fight went on the ground.
And I was fearful at that moment;
Like a leopard of a desert, angry and wild,
I blazed, screamed as he is;
As soon I am was born
In a family of a leopards and wolves
Under the fresh forest canopy.
It seemed that the words of the people
I forgot - and in my breast
That terrible shout was born,
As from the childhood my language
For other sound was not used to...
But my enemy become weak,
Rush, slow breathing,
Pressed me in the last time...
The pupils of his motionless eyes
Glinted menacingly - and then
Closed quietly by the eternal sleep;
But with a triumphant enemy
He meet the death the face to face,
As in the battle to be the warrior! ..
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You see on my breast
The deep traces of the claw;
Yet its were not overgrown
And not closed, but the land
Crude cover refreshes its
And the death will alive forever its.
About its then I forgot,
And, once again holded the rest of a forces
I go walked in the depths of the forest...
In vain I argued with the destiny:
She was laughed over me!
20
I came out of the woods. And
The day woke up, and dance
Of the luminaries parting is disappeared
In its rays. The misty forest
Spoke. At afar the aul
Began to smoke. The confused hum
In the valley with the wind ran...
I sat down and began to listen up;
But it mute with the wind.
And I threw the looks around:
That edge seemed to me is known.
And it was terrible to me, to understand
I could not for a long time, that again
I returned to my prison;
That it is useless so many days
The secret thought I caressed,
Suffered, languished and be strain,
And all why do? .. To do in the prime of life,
Barely looking into the light,
At the sonorous murmur oak
Knowing the bliss of freedom,
To carry to the grave mine
The ennui of the saint motherland
The hopes defrauded reproach
And your sorrow shame! ..
Still in the doubt shipped,
I thought - this is a thrill dream...
Suddenly a far bell ringing
Give up in the silence again -
And then everything became clear to me...
Oh, I recognized it at once!
From the children's eyes more than once
It drove the vision of the alive dreams
About the near and dear relatives,
About the will of the wild steppes,
About the lungs, rabid horses
About the wonderful battle between the rocks,
Where the one I won to everyone! ..
And I listened without a tears, without a force.
It seemed that the ringing was leaving
From the heart - as someone
By the iron hit me in the chest.
And then I understand vaguely,
That to my home the track
Do not lay so never.
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Yes, I deserve my lot!
The mighty horse in the stranger desert
Throwing the bad rider,
At home from afar
Will Find a direct and concise way...
What is I am before him? In vain the chest
Full of the desire and longing:
So the powerless and empty heat,
The game of the dreams, the disease of the mind.
The prison of its print on me
Have left... That kind is the flower
Of the prison: grow up alone
And it was pale between the raw plates,
And long the leafs of young
Not blossomed, still waiting a rays
Life-giving. And many days
Passed, and the good hand
Sadly touch the flower,
And it was removed to the garden,
In the neighborhood of the roses. From all sides
Breathed the sweetness of life...
But what is go? As soon as the day breaks,
Its scorching ray have burned
The flower studied in the prison...
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And like it, go burned me
The fire of the ruthless day.
In vain I hid in the grass
My tired head:
Its withered leaf by the crown
Thorns on my forehead
Twine, and in the face by the fire
The earth is was breathing to me.
Blazing fast in the sky,
The sparks swirled from the white rocks
Streamed the vapor. God's world slept
In a deaf stupor
By the heavy sleep of the despair.
At least the shouted corncrake,
Or the dragonflies live trill
Was heard, or the stream
Childish prattle... Only the snake
By the dry weeds go rustling,
Flashing by the yellow back
As by the golden inscription
The covered blade till the bottom
Reins the crumbly sand.
Glided gently, then,
Playing, luxuriate on it,
By the triple ring twisted;
So, as be suddenly burned,
She rush about, jumped
And hiding in the far bushes...
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And all was in heaven
The light and quiet. Through the couples
Two mountains loomed in the far.
Our monastery due to one
Brights by the glittering battlements.
Below Aragva and Kura
Encircling by the border of silver
The soles of the fresh islands
By the roots of the bushes whispering
Its ran together and easy...
Until its I was away!
I wanted to get up - in front of me
All spun with rapidity;
I wanted to cry -the dry tongue
Was soundless and motionless ...
I was dying. Pine me
The dying delirium.
It seemed to me,
As I lay on the wet bottom
Of the deep river - and
Around a mysterious haze was.
And thirst for the eternal singing,
As the ice the cold stream,
Murmuring, was poured into my chest...
And I'm just afraid to go sleep -
So was sweet, enjoy me...
And above me in the sky
The wave crowd to the wave.
And the sun shining through the crystal waves
Shone sweeter of the moon...
And the motley fish herd
In the rays plays sometimes.
And I remember one of its:
She's friendly other
Caressed to me.By the squama
The covered by the gold
Her back is. She weave
Above my head more than once,
And her look of the green eyes
Was sadly gentle and deep...
And I could not to wonder by:
Her silvery voice
Whispered me the strange speech,
And sang, and again fell silent.
It said:
'My child,
Stay with me here:
In the water the goodwill habitation
And the cold and quiet are.
...
I will convene my sisters:
We are by the round dancing
Cheer up the misty eyes
And your tired spirit.
...
Go to sleep, your bed is soft,
Your cover is transparent.
The years will pass, the century will pass
Under the wonderful voices of the dreams.
...
Oh my dear! Do not hide,
I love you,
I love as the freestyle jet
I love as my life... '
And for a long, long time I listened to;
And fancied, the sonorous jet
Drain its quiet murmur
With the words of the golden fish.
Here I have forgotten. The God's light
In the eyes faded.The mad ravings
To the impotence of the body have succumbed...
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So I found and was get up...
You know the rest are.
I have finished. Believe my words
Believe or not, I do not care.
It saddens me only one thing:
My corpse is cold and silent
Will not fester in his native land,
And the story of my bitter agony
Do not call between the walls of the deaf
The mournful attention of anyone's
By mine dark name.
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Farewell, my father... give me the hand:
Do you feel the fire in my...
Know this flame from the young days,
Hide, was lived in my breast;
But now it has no a food,
And it burned its prison
And return again to one
Who are to all by the legitimate succession
Gives the suffering and peace...
But what is to me in its? - Lets in the paradise
In the holy, in the edge out a cloud
My spirit will find a shelter...
Alas! - For a few minutes
Between the abrupt and dark rocks,
Where I'm kidding played
I would exchanged the paradise and eternity...
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When I will dying,
And, believe, you have not to wait long
You prove to transfer me
In our garden, to the place where
The white acacia two bushes blooms...
The grass between is so often,
And the fresh air is so fragrant,
And so the translucent- golden
Leaf is playing in the sun!
There prove to put me.
By the blue radiance of the day
I have up drink at last time.
There is visible and Caucasus!
Perhaps it was its height
Send me a farewell greeting,
Send with the cool breeze...
And near to me before the end
The native sound will hear again!
And I'm thinking that the friend
Or the brother, bending over me,
Rub out by the attentive hand
With the face death a cool sweat
And in a low voice that sings
He told me about the dear country...
And with that thought, I go to sleep,
And damn no one! .. '
1839
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