"And the days flew. hour has come!
Oh sinner during mladye,
I, how to kazniyu, shivering.
Thundering curses fatal.
I forced, like a thief,
The house of́tchego run.
About how much torment! loss of honor!
Love, and shame, and poverty!
Hostility implacable revenge
And his father's anger!.. the gate
He fled <я> siry, alone,
And turning threw glance
With a curse on the house of the high,
On the blank, dull yard,
The pond stalled, wide garden!.
In bezumʹe dark and silent
I wanted, burned to the heavenly thunder
And the table, for whom I am friends
He drank a cup of joy and neg,
And an unnamed river Breg,
Always covered with herds,
Where he took the blow of lead,
And exalted rapids,
And those treacherous gray
Relentless father;
And eyes, eyes nezemnыe,
And chest and shoulders young,
And the sweetness of the secret Otrada,
And the mouth of an incurable poison;
And the green alley,
Where I was drowning in the kiss of;
And the bed, where I ... And with it,
And with this step-mother lying!..
