Евгений Онегин / Eugene Onegin

LIV

Два дня ему казались новы

Уединенные поля,

Прохлада сумрачной дубровы,

Журчанье тихого ручья;

На третий роща, холм и поле

Его не занимали боле;

Потом уж наводили сон;

Потом увидел ясно он,

Что и в деревне скука та же,

Хоть нет ни улиц, ни дворцов,

Ни карт, ни балов, ни стихов.

Хандра ждала его на страже,

Р? бегала Р·Р° РЅРёРј РѕРЅР°,

Как тень иль верная жена.

LIII

The stead was full of the complaisance;

Who liked the deceased and disliked

To demonstrate their great compassions

Came visit the burial site.

The uncle’s funeral was set,

The priests and neighbors drank and ate,

And after left with solemn words,

Like being busy afterwards.

Eugene is now the only owner

Of many peasants, forests, lands,

Of rivers, factories and plants,

He, who was order’s foe and squander,

But he is glad that former stay

He’s changed to something, anyway.

LIV

Two days he did it pretty well

Perceiving loneliness of spaces,

The dusk of oak grove in the vale,

A serene brook’s murmuring splashes;

But on the third day of the stay

He found everything the same,

And all this bliss made him asleep,

And he had found quite distinct:

The country is same bore, although,

Without palaces and streets,

Without cards, balls, verses’ rhythms.

Khandra affects him overall,

And it will chase him all his life,

Like shadow or a faithful wife.

LV

Я был рожден для жизни мирной,

Для деревенской тишины:

В глуши звучнее голос лирный,

Живее творческие сны.

Досугам посвятясь невинным,

Брожу над озером пустынным,

Р? far niente РјРѕР№ закон.

Я каждым утром пробужден

Для сладкой неги и свободы:

Читаю мало, долго сплю,

Летучей славы не ловлю.