On soft chairs before the table
I sat in silent inaction
Boyar Orsha. Sometimes
mustache gray, beard,
With playful met beam,
Suddenly cast in silver,
And often curls old
From the breeze
lifts slightly.
Movement cloudy eyes
Often, he was looking for the door,
And in my impatience at times
He pounded the table with his hand.
At the end opposite of the halls
One, in chains, back to him,
Covered with a cloth servant,
Arseny stood at the stake.
But his young face
You will not find any b
of the senses, that vague swarm
spinning, winds over the soul
In the hour of parting with the land.
Did he want the enemy
To appear insensitive to the brow,
With the importance of the cold face,
And though this revenge until the end?
Or he can not help at this moment
Deep Thought comprehended,
That he has a long chain
Just eh no extra link?..
thoughtful, He looked out the window
The blue skies;
His beckoning their beauty;
And curls light clouds,
Heaven silver cover,
flew freely, fast there,
Throwing shadows on the hills;
And he saw: near the window,
Full of high-spirited concern,
Flying swallows - then down,
Then up a stone ledge
I rushed with marvelous rapidity
And in the slot hiding crude;
Then, vzvivshis the sky boom,
Drowning in the fiery rays of ...
And he sighed about the old days,
When he lived, passions alien,
With the nature of the life of one.
Dull eyes twinkled,
But the shine was - not a tear;
he smiled, but cruel
His smile was a reproach!
