under evening, inclement autumn,
In distant places was a virgin
And the fruit of a secret love miserable
She held in her trembling hands.
All was quiet - the forest and mountains,
All bedrooms in the gloom of night;
She's watchful eye
I drove around in horror.
And an innocent's creation,
Sighing, I stopped them ...
“Do you sleep, child, my torment,
You do not know my sorrow -
Open your eyes, and pining
Not cling to my chest,
Will not meet tomorrow kiss
Your poor mother.
It tempts in vain shalt!..
Eternal shame to me my fault -
I forever you forget;
I will forget you are not;
Will cover you strangers
And say: "You have to have someone else!» —
you ask: "Where is my family?»
And you will not find a family home.
My angel will be sad Duma
Languish among the other children! —
And to end with a sullen soul
Look to mothers caress;
Throughout the lonely wanderer,
Limit unjust cursing,
He will hear a rebuke fierce ...
forgive, Forgive me then ...
May be, orphan dull.
learn, oboymesh father.
Alas! where is he, traitor cute,
My unforgettable till the end? —
Then comforted the sufferer flour,
Tell “it is not in the world -
Laura has not laid separation
And throw light desert”. —
But what I said?… may be,
Guilty you will meet the mother -
Your sad eyes, I became concerned!
Perhaps l did not know his son?
Brother, if unforgiving rock
I moved by my plea ...
But, may be, will pass you by -
I ever broke up with you.
You sleep - let yourself, unhappy,
By the chest to squeeze the last time.
unjust law, terrible
To the suffering of our awards.
While summer is not driven away
Carefree joy of your -
Sleep, cute! bitter sorrow
Not touched childhood days of quiet!”
But suddenly lit up for the grove
Near her hut moon ...
With excitement son seized
And it is approaching;
persuade, quietly put
Baby in the threshold opponent,
With the fear of eyes averted
And disappeared into the dark night.
