Е. онегин, ч. 1, iii-viii - пер. а. с. пушкина
Продолжение III...
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Monsieur l'Abbe - the poor frenchman
In order not to tire baby,
Was teaching him through mere playing,
With no morals for the pranks,
Only slight scolding him for that,
And to the Summer Garden taking.
IV
When restless youth had come in real
For Eugene, with the time of hopes,
And little sadness, then the teacher
Was driven out of the court.
And thus, Eugene has got the freedom.
With fashioned haircut and image
Of London's dendy dresscode, he,
At last, in the high court appeared.
He was quiet perfect in French language,
In speaking and in writing, too,
Mazurka-dancing took no efforts,
His easy bows were well looking.
What's more? The high court decised,
That he enough was clever, nice.
V
We all in life were learning something,
And somewhere, and at some state,
Hence, the behaviour, as in common,
There's no problem to display.
Onegin was (by thought of many
A strict and thoroughful lady),
The learned fellow, but a pedant.
Though he had one happy talent
Without effort in his speech
To touch the themes on everything
With wise look of the expert feel,
And in discussion silent been.
But rising smiles of the ladies
With sudden epigrammas flaming.
VI
The Latin's now out of fashion.
So, frankly speaking, he could read
In Latin much enough to make out
The sense of epigraphs on sheet,
To talk the Uvenal's about,
To write at end of the letter "vale",
And kept in mind, though not so good,
From the "Aeneid" one-two lines, too.
He didn't have any desire
To dig chronology of Earth,
The history of human being,
But anecdotes all, and rather
The newest ones and old as Rome,
Inside his mind was firmly keeping.
VII
And never having the high passion
For sounds to devote life,
To allocate he was not able
In verses both "trochee" and "iamb".
He scolded Homer, Pheokritus,
But knew works of Adam Smith, and
Was a deep that way the "econ'om",
Because he could consider so,
As the state's growing its wealth,
How it does live, what reasons has
For lack of gold, if it borrows
"The common product", so on...
But father his that couldn't catch,
And pawned the lands into mortgage.
VIII
All, what Eugene had known, either,
I shan't tell, due to lack of time.
But in the matter he was genius,
Which he knew better than all science,
Which was to him delight and labour,
And torture, comfort at the same time,
Which took the whole day of his
Melancholy and laziness, -
That was the science of the passion,
Which was sung out by Nazon,
He suffered then for this a lot
And finished excellent his way
In the moladavian barren steppes,
Far from italian native land.
...
Monsieur l'Abbe - the poor frenchman
In order not to tire baby,
Was teaching him through mere playing,
With no morals for the pranks,
Only slight scolding him for that,
And to the Summer Garden taking.
IV
When restless youth had come in real
For Eugene, with the time of hopes,
And little sadness, then the teacher
Was driven out of the court.
And thus, Eugene has got the freedom.
With fashioned haircut and image
Of London's dendy dresscode, he,
At last, in the high court appeared.
He was quiet perfect in French language,
In speaking and in writing, too,
Mazurka-dancing took no efforts,
His easy bows were well looking.
What's more? The high court decised,
That he enough was clever, nice.
V
We all in life were learning something,
And somewhere, and at some state,
Hence, the behaviour, as in common,
There's no problem to display.
Onegin was (by thought of many
A strict and thoroughful lady),
The learned fellow, but a pedant.
Though he had one happy talent
Without effort in his speech
To touch the themes on everything
With wise look of the expert feel,
And in discussion silent been.
But rising smiles of the ladies
With sudden epigrammas flaming.
VI
The Latin's now out of fashion.
So, frankly speaking, he could read
In Latin much enough to make out
The sense of epigraphs on sheet,
To talk the Uvenal's about,
To write at end of the letter "vale",
And kept in mind, though not so good,
From the "Aeneid" one-two lines, too.
He didn't have any desire
To dig chronology of Earth,
The history of human being,
But anecdotes all, and rather
The newest ones and old as Rome,
Inside his mind was firmly keeping.
VII
And never having the high passion
For sounds to devote life,
To allocate he was not able
In verses both "trochee" and "iamb".
He scolded Homer, Pheokritus,
But knew works of Adam Smith, and
Was a deep that way the "econ'om",
Because he could consider so,
As the state's growing its wealth,
How it does live, what reasons has
For lack of gold, if it borrows
"The common product", so on...
But father his that couldn't catch,
And pawned the lands into mortgage.
VIII
All, what Eugene had known, either,
I shan't tell, due to lack of time.
But in the matter he was genius,
Which he knew better than all science,
Which was to him delight and labour,
And torture, comfort at the same time,
Which took the whole day of his
Melancholy and laziness, -
That was the science of the passion,
Which was sung out by Nazon,
He suffered then for this a lot
And finished excellent his way
In the moladavian barren steppes,
Far from italian native land.
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