Александр Пушкин — Гирей сидел потупя взор (Бахчисарайский фонтан)

Girey sidel potupya vzor;
Yantar v ustakh yego dymilsya;
Bezmolvno rabolepny dvor
Vkrug khana groznogo tesnilsya.
Vse bylo tikho vo dvortse;
Blagogoveya, vse chitali
Primety gneva i pechali
Na sumrachnom yego litse.
No povelitel gordelivy
Makhnul rukoy neterpelivoy:
I vse, sklonivshis, idut von.

Odin v svoikh chertogakh on;
Svobodney grud yego vzdykhayet,
Zhiveye strogoye chelo
Volnenye serdtsa vyrazhayet.
Tak burny tuchi otrazhayet
Zaliva zybkoye steklo.

Chto dvizhet gordoyu dushoyu?
Kakoyu myslyu zanyat on?
Na Rus li vnov idet voynoyu,
Neset li Polshe svoy zakon,
Gorit li mestiyu krovavoy,
Otkryl li v voyske zagovor,
Strashitsya li narodov gor,
Il kozney Genui lukavoy?

Net, on skuchayet brannoy slavoy,
Ustala groznaya ruka;
Voyna ot mysley daleka.

Uzhel v yego garem izmena
Stezey prestupnoyu voshla,
I doch nevoli, neg i plena
Gyauru serdtse otdala?

Net, zheny robkiye Gireya,
Ni dumat, ni zhelat ne smeya,
Tsvetut v unyloy tishine;
Pod strazhey bditelnoy i khladnoy
Na lone skuki bezotradnoy
Izmen ne vedayut one.
V teni khranitelnoy temnitsy
Utayeny ikh krasoty:
Tak aravyskiye tsvety
Zhivut za steklami teplitsy.
Dlya nikh unyloy cheredoy
Dni, mesyatsy, leta prokhodyat
I neprimetno za soboy
I mladost i lyubov uvodyat.
Odnoobrazen kazhdy den,
I medlenno chasov techenye.
V gareme zhiznyu pravit len;
Melkayet redko naslazhdenye.
Mladye zheny, kak-nibud
Zhelaya serdtse obmanut,
Menyayut pyshnye ubory,
Zavodyat igry, razgovory,
Ili pri shume vod zhivykh,
Nad ikh prozrachnymi struyami
V prokhlade yavorov gustykh
Gulyayut legkimi royami.
Mezh nimi khodit zloy evnukh,
I ubegat yego naprasno:
Yego revnivy vzor i slukh
Za vsemi sleduyet vsechasno.
Yego staranyem zaveden
Poryadok vechny. Volya khana
Yemu yedinstvenny zakon;
Svyatuyu zapoved Korana
Ne strozhe nablyudayet on.
Yego dusha lyubvi ne prosit;
Kak istukan, on perenosit
Nasmeshki, nenavist, ukor,
Obidy shalosti neskromnoy,
Prezrenye, prosby, robky vzor,
I tikhy vzdokh, i ropot tomny.
Yemu izvesten zhensky nrav;
On ispytal, skol on lukav
I na svobode i v nevole:
Vzor nezhny, slez uprek nemoy
Ne vlastny nad yego dushoy;
On im uzhe ne verit bole.

Raskinuv legkiye vlasy,
Kak idut plennitsy mladye
Kupatsya v zharkiye chasy,
I lyutsya volny klyuchevye
Na ikh volshebnye krasy,
Zabav ikh storozh neotluchny,
On tut; on vidit, ravnodushny,
Prelestnits obnazhenny roy;
On po garemu v tme nochnoy
Neslyshnymi shagami brodit;
Stupaya tikho po kovram,
K poslushnym kradetsya dveryam,
Ot lozha k lozhu perekhodit;
V zabote vechnoy, khanskikh zhen
Roskoshny nablyudayet son,
Nochnoy podslushivayet lepet;
Dykhanye, vzdokh, maleyshy trepet —
Vse zhadno primechayet on;
I gore toy, chey shepot sonny
Chuzhoye imya prizyval
Ili podruge blagosklonnoy
Porochny mysli doveryal!

Chto zh polon grusti um Gireya?
Chubuk v rukakh yego potukh;
Nedvizhim, i dokhnut ne smeya,
U dveri znaka zhdet evnukh.
Vstayet zadumchivy vlastitel;
Pred nim dver nastezh. Molcha on
Idet v zavetnuyu obitel
Yeshche nedavno milykh zhen.

Bespechno ozhidaya khana,
Vokrug igrivogo fontana
Na shelkovykh kovrakh one
Tolpoyu rezvoyu sideli
I s detskoy radostyu glyadeli,
Kak ryba v yasnoy glubine
Na mramornom khodila dne.
Narochno k ney na dno inye
Ronyali sergi zolotye.
Krugom nevolnitsy mezh tem
Sherbet nosili aromatny
I pesnyu zvonkoy i priatnoy
Vdrug oglasili ves garem:

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