Текст песни Н.А.Некрасов - Орина - мать солдатская

Day-day my sadness,
In the night - the night goddess,
My century dry woman ...
From a folk song

Slightly alive, on an autumn night
We are returning from the hunt,
Until last year's overnight
Thank God we're getting there.
"Here we are! Great, old!
What a scowl you gossip!
Was she thinking about death?
Give it up! this is empty thought!
Did the kruchinushka visit?
Say - maybe I'll open it. "
And Orinushka told
I feel great sorrow.
- I haven't seen my son for eight years,
Whether he is alive or not - does not respond,
I didn’t want to see each other,
Suddenly my son returns.
It turned out to the young man in indefinite ...
He fired a hot bathhouse,
Orinushka baked pancakes,
Don't get enough of Vanyushka!
But debts were not joy.
The son came back sick,
At night the cough hits the soldier
White motherboard in the blood of a mozzy bitch!
Says: "I'll get better, mother!"
Yes, I was mistaken - I did not recover,
Ivanushka was ill for nine days,
For the tenth day he passed away ... -
She fell silent - did not add
Not a word, mediocre.
“Why did I get attached
Cursed foulness to the guy?
Was he sick from birth? .. "
Orinushka started up:
- Heroic addition,
He was a hefty kid!
I wondered myself from Peter
General to this guy
Like a recruiting presence
They brought him undressed ...
To the hut, these logs
He alone dragged pine ...
And they flew at Ivanushka
Russes curls like silk ... -
And again the unfortunate is silent ...
“Do not be silent - scatter the kruchinushka!
What killed the dear son -
Tea, did you ask the kid? "
- I did not like, sir, to tell
He's about his military life,
It's a sin to show the laity
Soul - doomed to God!
To speak is to anger the Almighty,
To please the accursed demons ...
So as not to say too much,
Do not be annoyed with enemies
Silence before death
Befits a Christian.
God knows what hardships
Vanina's strength was crushed!
I didn't want to find out.
Judging no one
He is only comforting words
He spoke to me dyingly.
Walked quietly around the yard
Yes, he tapped with a hatchet,
I screwed up the shabby hut,
The garden was surrounded by a fence;
I planned to close the barn.
His wishes did not come true:
I lay down - and got up on my feet quick
Just a day before the end!
Look at the sun red
I wished, - I went with Baneus:
Said goodbye to the beast
I said goodbye to the riga, to the bathhouse.
I walked as haymaking - I thought:
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, meadow!
I mowed you down when I was young! " -
And my Ivanushka cried!
A song suddenly burst out of the way,
I picked up what the voice said:
"Snowballs are not white", - coughed,
Breathless - fell on the strip!
Frisky legs did not stand,
The little head did not hold!
We were returning home for an hour ...
There was a time - the nightingale sang!
Scary this last night
It was: the memory was lost,
Everything to him before his death
This service was presented.
Walks, cleans ammunition,
Whitewashed the soldiers' belts,
Signals played with their tongue
He sang songs - so grabbing!
I threw out the article with a gun
So that the whole house trembled;
As a crane stood on a leg
On one - the sock was pulled.
Suddenly he darted ... looks piteously.
Fell down - crying, repenting,
Shouted: “Your Honor! Yours! .. "
I see - gasps.
I go to him. Calmed down, obeyed -
I lay down on the bench. I prayed:
Will not God send salvation? ..
By the morning, the memory returned,
He whispered: “Farewell, dear!
You are left alone again! .. "
I bent over Vanya,
Baptized, said goodbye,
And it went out like a candle
Wax, pre-ikon ... -
Few words, but grief is a river.
The bottomless river is in grief! ..