Александр Пушкин — Pourquoi craindrais-je de le dire (К Наталье)

Pourquoi craindrais-je de le dire?
C’est Margot qui fixe mon gout.
Tak i mne uznat sluchilos,
Chto za ptitsa Kupidon;
Serdtse strastnoye plenilos;
Priznayus — i ya vlyublen!
Proletelo schastya vremya,
Kak, lyubvi ne znaya bremya,
Ya zhival da popeval,
Kak v teatre i na balakh,
Na gulyanyakh il v voksalakh
Legkim zefirom letal;
Kak, smeyas vo zlo Amuru,
Ya pisal karikaturu
Na lyubezny zhensky pol;
No naprasno ya smeyalsya,
Nakonets i sam popalsya,
Sam, uvy! s uma soshel.
Smekhi, volnost — vse pod lavku,
Iz Katonov ya v otstavku,
I teper ya — Seladon!
Milovidnoy zhritsy Talyi
Videl prelesti Natalyi,
I uzh v serdtse — Kupidon!

Tak, Natalya! priznayusya,
Ya toboyu polonen,
V pervy raz yeshche, styzhusya,
V zhenski prelesti vlyublen.
Tsely den, kak ni verchusya,
Lish toboyu zanyat ya;
Noch pridet — i lish tebya
Vizhu ya v pustom mechtanye,
Vizhu, v legkom odeyanye
Budto milaya so mnoy;
Robko, sladostno dykhanye,
Beloy grudi kolebanye,
Sneg zatmivshey beliznoy,
I poluotversty ochi,
Skromny mrak bezmolvnoy nochi —
Dukh v vostorg privodyat moy!..
Ya odin v besedke s neyu,
Vizhu... devstvennu lileyu,
Trepeshchu, tomlyus, nemeyu...
I prosnulsya... vizhu mrak
Vkrug posteli odinokoy!
Ispuskayu vzdokh glubokoy,
Son lenivy, tomnookoy
Otletayet na krylakh.
Strast silneye stanovitsya,
I, lyubovyu utomyas,
Ya slabeyu vsyaky chas.
Vse k chemu-to um stremitsya,
A k chemu? — nikto iz nas
Damam vslukh togo ne skazhet,
A uzh tak i syak razmazhet.
Ya — po-svoyski obyasnyus.

Vse lyubovniki zhelayut
I togo, chego ne znayut;
Eto svoystvo ikh — divlyus!
Zavernuvshis balakhonom,
S khvatskoy shapkoy nabekren
Ya zhelal by Filimonom
Pod vecher, kak vsyudu ten,
Vzyav Anyuty nezhnu ruku,
Izyasnyat lyubovnu muku,
Govorit: ona moya!
Ya zhelal by, chtob Nazoroy
Ty staralasya menya
Uderzhat umilnym vzorom.
Il sedym Opekunom
Legkoy, milenkoy Roziny,
Starym pasynkom sudbiny,
V yepanche i s parikom,
Derzkoy plamennoy rukoyu
Belosnezhnu, polnu grud...
Ya zhelal by... da nogoyu
Morya ne pereshagnut,
I, khot po ushi vlyublenny,
No s toboyu razluchenny,
Vsey nadezhdy ya lishen.

No, Natalya! ty ne znayesh,
Kto tvoy nezhny Seladon,
Ty yeshche ne ponimayesh,
Otchego ne smeyet on
I nadeyatsya? — Natalya!
Vyslushay yeshche menya:

Ne vladetel ya Seralya,
Ne arap, ne turok ya.
Za uchtivogo kitaytsa,
Grubogo amerikantsa,
Pochitat menya nelzya,
Ne predstav i nemchuroyu,
S kolpakom na volosakh,
S kruzhkoy, pivom nalitoyu,
I s tsigarkoyu v zubakh.
Ne predstav kavalergarda
V kaske, s dlinnym palashom.
Ne lyublyu ya branny grom:
Shpaga, sablya, alebarda
Ne tyagchat moyey ruki
Za Adamovy grekhi.

— Kto zhe ty, boltun vlyublenny? —
Vzglyan na steny vozvyshenny,
Gde bezmolvya vechny mrak;
Vzglyan na okna zagrazhdenny,
Na lampady tam zazhzhenny...
Znay, Natalya! — ya... monakh!

K Natalye