Take this skull, Delvig, he
It belongs to you by right.
you tell, baron,
Its gothic glory.
This venerable skull times
Heated vapors of Bacchus:
Lithuanian sword in the evil hour
According to him noisily thumped;
Through this bone does not pass
Ray Apollo zhyvotvornыy;
Well the word, This kept the skull
Heavy brain Baron,
Baron Delvig. baron
Sure was a nice hunter,
Rider, one defective cup,
Thunderstorm vassals and their wives.
a friend of mine, this was the age of the severe,
And your ancestor krepkogolovy
B embarrassed chivalrous spirit,
Were you in front of a
I saw no clothes abusive,
With head, myrtle crowned,
The glasses and a golden lyre.
Dead in the church book
Oh, he had long recorded,
And with his ancestors in Riga
Vkushal neprobudimый dream.
The Baron in the monastery sad
But I was pleased with the fate,
Pastor flattery funeral,
The emblem of the tomb of the feudal
And a bad epitaph.
But these turbulent years
rest the dead there.
Shaggy minion nature,
and mathematics, and poet,
Brawler thoughtful and important,
Surgeon, lawyer, physiologist,
Ideologist and philologist,
In short you - the student jury,
With twisted tube in his mouth,
The cloak, with a club and a mustache
He appeared in Riga. there haughtily
In restaurants, he became the beer froth,
In tobacco smoke clouds;
Wander on the seafront,
Dream about Lotkhov, or burn
write poetry, da beat Jews.
Student under the restaurant ladder
In the closet there was a certain dark;
There, in the form of mirrors and pictures,
short cape, cap, rapier
Stan evicted on line.
Poluizmaranny album,
Creation of Fichte and Plato
Yes, two eastern lexicon
Under the cobwebs in the corner
Lay a pile on the floor, —
heterogeneous classes Subject
Academic yes hungry rats.
We know: luxury blank
The venerable thinker does not look for;
Laughing at the silly fuss,
In the closet he blithely whistling.
Moderation, broadcast sage,
Hearts high mark.
Well student but finally
I noticed a significant disadvantage
In his everyday life: his subject
Required was a skeleton ...,
Thing, philosophers dear,
Subject pleasant and useful
For eyes and hearts, word is not;
But where he would get the skeleton?
Here it is one Sunday
Sošelsâ the city Kister
AND, immediately took into consideration
His character and ministry,
I decided to befriend him.
A beer, my dreamer
Opened Kister soul
And says: “Not lzya eh, friend,
You sometimes dosuzhnoyu
Drive me to the cellar grave.
Bone idle plentiful,
And between one skeleton
Help me bring to light?
I swear by God aydesskim:
He will pledge my friendship
And until my last days
The beauty of my abode”.
Kister confused bewildered.
“What you for choosing? what a passion?
Go deep in the basement,
Alarm host of venerable dead
And one of them steal!
And who?… Is he, coffins keeper!
What will then dead?”
but beer, fear usypitel
And an angry conscience smiritel,
Concerns were in it.
Well, so be it! He gives the word,
What the night is all set,
And other appointed hour.
They broke up.
day faded;
night came. cloak covered,
It should be our famous hero
In gallerei grobovoj,
And with him my criminal Kister,
Holding a lantern broken,
Ready to exploit a fatal.
And screams lock zarzhavy,
A traitorous door squeals -
And now the knights go
In the darkness of the basement stately;
Radiance skinny lamp
Blind arches lit up,
Go - and echo deathly,
Confused in his rest,
Drawl echoed footsteps.
Before them, a long line of coffins;
everywhere shields, coats of arms, crown;
The vainglorious smoldering circle
Pochiyut deep sleep
Highborn barons ...
I would not dare to leave the rhyme in the poetic moment, if your great-grandfather, whose coffin student caught under the arm, even think to stand up for himself, grabbed him by the collar, or shook his fist emu kostyanыm, or in some other way to exert their displeasure; unhappily Abduction is done safely. Student in parts disassembled all Baron filled his pockets and his bones. returning home, he very artfully tied them wire and thus formed a skeleton of a very decent. But soon the rumor about transferring Baronov bones out of the cellar in the inn closet spread throughout the city. The criminal lost his place Kister, and the student was forced to flee from Riga, and the circumstances did not allow him to take with him the future, then, again disassembled Baron, He gave away it to your friends. Most of the highborn bones went to the pharmacist. My friend received a gift Wolf skull and held it tobacco. He told me his story and, knowing, how much I love you, I succumbed to the skull of one of those, which I owe your existence.
Take this skull w, Delvig, he
It belongs to you by right.
You fashioned it, baron,
In a decent frame.
Izdelye grave coups
In the bowl of a pleasure,
Wine kypyaschym sanctify,
Yes yes porridge washed down with ear.
Corsair imitate singer
And Scandinavian paradise military
The feasts home Resurrects,
Or, as Hamlet Baratynsky
Above him thoughtfully dream:
On the life of the dead preacher,
Wine if full il empty,
for the sage, as an interlocutor,
He stands head live.
