Yesterday, for the bowl punshevoyu
With Hussar I was,
And silently with gloomy soul
On the long journey looking.
“Tell, that you look at the way? —
My brave inquired. —
Yet through it you, Heavy,
Friends did not hold”.
For breast hanging his head,
I'll whisper:
“pirate! really do not have it with me!..”
Sigh - and she stopped.
Tear hung on the eyelash
And he sunk into glass. —
“Child! are you crying about the girl.
be ashamed of!” - he cried.
“Leave, Pirate ... oh! heart pain.
You, know, may not grieve.
Alas! One tears rather,
To poison the glass!..”
