Пераклад верша Роберта Сэрвiса Дамашняя трагедыя
Мая Кларында бегла… (ах!)
Сустрэць мяне … на ?с?х парах…
Але што з ёю? У вачах
Не радасць стрэчы - боль ? жах!
-О, мужанёк! О, м?лы мой!
Я – са страшэннай нав?ной!
-Што, дарагая? Што з табой?
Твая матуля… Нешта з ёй?
-Ды не, не тое, любы! Не!
? аж прыпала да мяне.
Мой пульс рапто?на ашале? –
Я побач ледзьве не самле?.
? тут маланкай з выш?н?
Мяне мой розум асян??:
-Ну, гавары ж! Ды не цягн?!
Пажар? Згарэла ?сё ? агн??
Яна матнула галавой -
? ну рыдаць, бы над труной.
-А што? Мо дзец?? Божа мой!
Скажы ж мне пра?ду, супакой!
? праз усхл?пванн? яе
Пачу? н?быта ? нейк?м сне:
-Прыйшла… кухарка… (чуеш ? не?)…
? капелюшы,.. як у мяне…
Robert William Service
A Domestic Tragedy
Clorinda met me on the way
As I came from the train;
Her face was anything but gay,
In fact, suggested pain.
"Oh hubby, hubby dear!" she cried,
"I've awful news to tell. . . ."
"What is it, darling?" I replied;
"Your mother -- is she well?"
"Oh no! oh no! it is not that,
It's something else," she wailed,
My heart was beating pit-a-pat,
My ruddy visage paled.
Like lightning flash in heaven's dome
The fear within me woke:
"Don't say," I cried, "our little home
Has all gone up in smoke!"
She shook her head. Oh, swift I clasped
And held her to my breast;
"The children! Tell me quick," I gasped,
"Believe me, it is best."
Then, then she spoke; 'mid sobs I caught
These words of woe divine:
"It's coo-coo-cook has gone and bought
A new hat just like mine."
www.lightynna.ruOh hubby, hubby dear!
Сустрэць мяне … на ?с?х парах…
Але што з ёю? У вачах
Не радасць стрэчы - боль ? жах!
-О, мужанёк! О, м?лы мой!
Я – са страшэннай нав?ной!
-Што, дарагая? Што з табой?
Твая матуля… Нешта з ёй?
-Ды не, не тое, любы! Не!
? аж прыпала да мяне.
Мой пульс рапто?на ашале? –
Я побач ледзьве не самле?.
? тут маланкай з выш?н?
Мяне мой розум асян??:
-Ну, гавары ж! Ды не цягн?!
Пажар? Згарэла ?сё ? агн??
Яна матнула галавой -
? ну рыдаць, бы над труной.
-А што? Мо дзец?? Божа мой!
Скажы ж мне пра?ду, супакой!
? праз усхл?пванн? яе
Пачу? н?быта ? нейк?м сне:
-Прыйшла… кухарка… (чуеш ? не?)…
? капелюшы,.. як у мяне…
Robert William Service
A Domestic Tragedy
Clorinda met me on the way
As I came from the train;
Her face was anything but gay,
In fact, suggested pain.
"Oh hubby, hubby dear!" she cried,
"I've awful news to tell. . . ."
"What is it, darling?" I replied;
"Your mother -- is she well?"
"Oh no! oh no! it is not that,
It's something else," she wailed,
My heart was beating pit-a-pat,
My ruddy visage paled.
Like lightning flash in heaven's dome
The fear within me woke:
"Don't say," I cried, "our little home
Has all gone up in smoke!"
She shook her head. Oh, swift I clasped
And held her to my breast;
"The children! Tell me quick," I gasped,
"Believe me, it is best."
Then, then she spoke; 'mid sobs I caught
These words of woe divine:
"It's coo-coo-cook has gone and bought
A new hat just like mine."
www.lightynna.ruOh hubby, hubby dear!
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