Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов
THE PRAYER
When minute of the life is hard
And whether heart is sad:
The prayer marvelous by heart
I constantly have read.
There is fertile force within
The concord of live words.
The sacred charm is breathing in
Not clear in the plots.
The burden will roll rapidly
Away, the doubt’s far
And you believe, cry happily
And easy the days are.
* * *
1
I’m alone on the path just taken;
Glittering, it stretches through the fog;
Quiet night. All harkens to the Maker,
And two stars begin a dialogue.
2
It is grand and solemn in the heavens!
In the azure radiance Earth rests…
Why then does my heart seem so heavy?
Do I hope? Or do I have regrets?
3
No, for I hope no longer,
And do not regret the past at all;
I seek freedom and repose, while longing
To obtain them in a sleep withal!
4
But it’s not a deathlike sleep I crave for…
I would rather fall asleep, yet live,
For my dormant chest might keep its vigor,
For my dormant chest might mutely heave;
5
For I would with joy forever listen
To a gentle voice that sings of love,
For an oak tree, always green and blissful,
Would caress me rustling from above.
From Goethe
The mountain summits
Gloomy, now rest;
The vales, grown silent,
Bathe in the night’s mist;
The road is tranquill,
The foliage is calm…
You but wait a little
For your rest to come.
«A Hero of Our Time» by Mikhail Lermontov
Роман «Герой нашего времени» – одна из вершин русской прозы первой половины XIX в. Воспринятый современниками М.Ю. Лермонтова как «странный», роман побуждает все новые и новые поколения читателей искать решения его загадкам.
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«Un Héros De Notre Temps»
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«Ein Held unserer Zeit»
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