Александр Пушкин — От северных оков освобождая мир (К вельможе)

Ot severnykh okov osvobozhdaya mir,
Lish tolko na polya, struyas, dokhnet zefir,
Lish tolko pervaya pozeleneyet lipa,
K tebe, privetlivy potomok Aristippa,
K tebe yavlyusya ya; uvizhu sey dvorets,
Gde tsirkul zodchego, palitra i rezets
Uchenoy prikhoti tvoyey povinovalis
I vdokhnovennye v volshebstve sostyazalis.

Ty ponyal zhizni tsel: schastlivy chelovek,
Dlya zhizni ty zhivesh. Svoy dolgy yasny vek
Yeshche ty smolodu umno raznoobrazil,
Iskal vozmozhnogo, umerenno prokazil;
Chredoyu shli k tebe zabavy i chiny.
Poslannik molodoy uvenchannoy zheny,
Yavilsya ty v Ferney — i tsinik posedely,
Umov i mody vozhd pronyrlivy i smely,
Svoye vladychestvo na Severe lyubya,
Mogilnym golosom privetstvoval tebya.
S toboy veselosti on rastochal izbytok,
Ty lest yego vkusil, zemnykh bogov napitok.
S Ferneyem rasprostyas, uvidel ty Versal.
Prorocheskikh ochey ne prostiraya vdal,
Tam likovalo vse. Armida molodaya,
K veselyu, roskoshi znak pervy podavaya,
Ne vedaya, chemu sudboy obrechena,
Rezvilas, vetrenym dvorom okruzhena.
Ty pomnish Trianon i shumnye zabavy?
No ty ne iznemog ot sladkoy ikh otravy;
Uchenye delalos na vremya tvoy kumir:
Uyedinyalsya ty. Za tvoy surovy pir
To chtitel promysla, to skeptik, to bezbozhnik,
Sadilsya Diderot na shatky svoy trenozhnik,
Brosal parik, glaza v vostorge zakryval
I propovedyval. I skromno ty vnimal
Za chashey medlennoy afeyu il deistu,
Kak lyubopytny skif afinskomu sofistu.

No London zval tvoye vnimaniye. Tvoy vzor
Prilezhno razobral sey dvoystvenny sobor:
Zdes natisk plamenny, a tam otpor surovy,
Pruzhiny smelye grazhdanstvennosti novoy.

Skuchaya, mozhet byt, nad Temzoyu skupoy,
Ty dumal dale plyt. Usluzhlivy, zhivoy,
Podobny svoyemu chudesnomu geroyu,
Vesely Bomarshe blesnul pered toboyu.
On ugadal tebya: v plenitelnykh slovakh
On stal rasskazyvat o nozhkakh, o glazakh,
O nege toy strany, gde nebo vechno yasno,
Gde zhizn lenivaya prokhodit sladostrastno,
Kak pylky otroka vostorgov polny son,
Gde zheny vecherom vykhodyat na balkon,
Glyadyat i, ne strashas revnivogo ispantsa,
S ulybkoy slushayut i manyat inostrantsa.
I ty, vstrevozhenny, v Sevillu poletel.
Blagoslovenny kray, plenitelny predel!
Tam lavry zyblyutsya, tam apelsiny zreyut...
O, rasskazhi zh ty mne, kak zheny tam umeyut
S lyubovyu nabozhnost umilno sochetat,
Iz-pod mantilyi znak uslovny podavat;
Skazhi, kak padayet pismo iz-za reshetki,
Kak zlatom usyplen nadzor ugryumoy tetki;
Skazhi, kak v dvadtsat let lyubovnik pod oknom
Trepeshchet i kipit, okutanny plashchom.

Vse izmenilosya. Ty videl vikhor buri,
Padeniye vsego, soyuz uma i fury,
Svobodoy groznoyu vozdvignuty zakon,
Pod gilotinoyu Versal i Trianon
I mrachnym uzhasom smenennye zabavy.
Preobrazilsya mir pri gromakh novoy slavy.
Davno Ferney umolk. Priatel tvoy Volter,
Prevratnosti sudeb razitelny primer,
Ne uspokoivshis i v grobovom zhilishche,
Donyne stranstvuyet s kladbishcha na kladbishche.
Baron d’Olbakh, Morle, Galyani, Diderot,
Entsiklopedii skepticheskoy prichet,
I kolky Bomarshe, i tvoy beznosy Kasti,
Vse, vse uzhe proshli. Ikh mnenya, tolki, strasti
Zabyty dlya drugikh. Smotri: vokrug tebya
Vse novoye kipit, byloye istrebya.
Svidetelyami byv vcherashnego padenya,
Yedva opomnilis mladye pokolenya.
Zhestokikh opytov sbiraya pozdny plod,
Oni toropyatsya s raskhodom svest prikhod.
Im nekogda shutit, obedat u Temiry
Il sporit o stikhakh. Zvuk novoy, chudnoy liry,
Zvuk liry Bayrona razvlech yedva ikh mog.

Odin vse tot zhe ty. Stupiv za tvoy porog,
Ya vdrug perenoshus vo dni Yekateriny.
Knigokhranilishche, kumiry, i kartiny,
I stroynye sady svidetelstvuyut mne,
Chto blagosklonstvuyesh ty muzam v tishine,
Chto imi v prazdnosti ty dyshish blagorodnoy.
Ya slushayu tebya: tvoy razgovor svobodny
Ispolnen yunosti. Vlianye krasoty
Ty zhivo chuvstvuyesh. S vostorgom tsenish ty
I blesk Alyabyevoy i prelest Goncharovoy.
Bespechno okruzhas Korredzhiyem, Kanovoy,
Ty, ne uchastvuya v volneniakh mirskikh,
Poroy nasmeshlivo v okno glyadish na nikh
I vidish oborot vo vsem krugoobrazny.

Tak, vikhor del zabyv dlya muz i negi prazdnoy,
V teni porfirnykh ban i mramornykh palat,
Velmozhi rimskiye vstrechali svoy zakat.
I k nim izdaleka to voin, to orator,
To konsul molodoy, to sumrachny diktator
Yavlyalis den-drugoy roskoshno otdokhnut,
Vzdokhnut o pristani i vnov pustitsya v put.

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