Текст песни Nekit - Николай Некрасов-У парадного подъезда

Here is the main entrance . On solemn days ,
Obsessed servile ailment
A city with some dismay
Drove up to the exit door ;
Writing your name and zvane1 ,
Guests are leaving home
So deeply satisfied themselves !
What think - that their vocation !
And in ordinary days this magnificent staircase
Precipitated miserable person : !
Schemers , finders places
And the old man advanced , and the widow . !
From him, and to him and know that in the morning
All couriers with papers jump .
Coming back , humming a " tram- tram " !
But some asylum cry.
Times I have seen guys come here ,
Russian village people
Prayed at the church and stood afar off ,
Dangling blond head to his chest ;
Seemed doorman. " Permissible " , - say
With an expression of hope and flour.
He looked guests : ugly to look!
Tanned face and hands ,
Armyachishka lean on his shoulders,
By knapsack on their backs bent ,
Cross around his neck and blood on his feet,
In homemade sandals shod
( Know wandered something they dolgonko
From some distant provinces) .
Someone shouted to the doorman : " Goni !
Our dislikes ragged mob! "
And shut the door. After standing ,
Unleashed KOSHLAY piligrimy2 ,
But the doorman would not let , do not lean mites taking,
And they went , the burning sun , !
Saying, 'Give him a god "
Breeding hopelessly hands
And as long as I could see them ,
With bare heads were ...

  And the owner of luxurious chambers
Another dream was enveloped in a deep ...
You find life an enviable
Rapture shameless flattery ,
Flirting , gluttony, game
Awake ! There are a delight :
Their goal ! to you to rescue them !
But happy deaf to good ...

  Not afraid of you thunder of heaven,
And the earth in your hands , !
And these people are obscure
Non-Source sorrow in our hearts. !

  What do you need this grief blatant ,
What do you want this poor people ?
Eternal holiday quickly running
Life does not give you wake up .
And for what? Schelkoperov3 pastime
You're calling people's benefit ; !
Without it, you will live in glory
      And die with glory !
Serene Arcadian idillii4
Sunset declining days.
Under the captivating air of Sicily,
In the shade of sweet wood ,
Contemplating the sun purple
Immersed in a sea of ​​azure ,
His golden stripes -
Lulled by the gentle singing
Inland wave - like a child
You fall asleep , surrounded by the care
Dear and beloved family
( Waiting for your death look );
Bring to us remains yours,
To honor the funeral feasts ,
And thou shalt thou into the grave ... hero
Secretly cursed the motherland,
Exalted loud praise ! ..

However , what we are such a person
For small to bother people?
Not on them if we vent anger ? -
Safer ... More fun
In anything priiskat consolation ...
Never mind that the man tolerate :
Thus leading us providene
Indicated yes ... he's used to!
For outpost in squalid inn
All propyut rubles to the poor !
And go , begging darling,
And ... zastonut native land !
Give me a monastery,
I did not see that angle , !
Wherever the sower and thy keeper ,
Where the Russian guy did not moan !
He moans in the fields, on the roads ,
He moans in prisons , in jail,
In mines, iron chain ;
He groans under the barn , under the haystack !
Under the wagon , sleeping in the desert ;
Groans in his own poor little house ,
Light of God's sun is not happy ; !
Moans in each town deaf ,
At the entrance of courts and chambers .
Go out on the Volga : whose moan is heard
Of the great Russian river ?
This moan song called us -
That haulers go Twine ! ..
Volga ! Volga ! .. Spring abounding !
You did not flood the fields !
As sorrowing folk
Overflowed our land, - !
Where people there and moan ... Oh , heart !
What does it mean to your endless moaning ?
You wake up eh , full of strength ,
Il , the fate of obeying the law ,
All that could , you have already made ​​, -
Created the song , like a moan ,