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Когда твои младые лета |
Позорит шумная молва, |
И ты по приговору света |
На честь утратила права; |
Один среди толпы холодной |
Твои страданья я делю |
И за тебя мольбой бесплодной |
Кумир бесчувственный молю. |
Но свет… Жестоких осуждений |
Не изменяет он своих: |
Он не карает заблуждений, |
Но тайны требует для них. |
Достойны равного презренья |
Его тщеславная любовь |
И лицемерные гоненья: |
К забвенью сердце приготовь; |
Не пей мутительной отравы; |
Оставь блестящий, душный круг; |
Оставь безумные забавы: |
Тебе один остался друг. |
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Когда, стройна и светлоока, |
Передо мной стоит она… |
Я мыслю: «В день Ильи-пророка |
Она была разведена!» |
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Певец, когда перед тобой |
Во мгле сокрылся мир земной, |
Мгновенно твой проснулся гений, |
На все минувшее воззрел |
И в хоре светлых привидений |
Он песни дивные запел. |
О милый брат, какие звуки! |
В слезах восторга внемлю им. |
Небесным пением своим |
Он усыпил земные муки; |
Тебе он создал новый мир, |
Ты в нем и видишь, и летаешь, |
И вновь живешь, и обнимаешь |
Разбитый юности кумир. |
А я, коль стих единый мой |
Тебе мгновенье дал отрады, |
Я не хочу другой награды — |
Недаром темною стезей |
Я проходил пустыню мира; |
О нет! недаром жизнь и лира |
Мне были вверены судьбой! |
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И вы поверить мне могли, |
Как простодушная Аньеса? |
В каком романе вы нашли, |
Чтоб умер от любви повеса? |
Послушайте: вам тридцать лет, |
Да, тридцать лет — не многим боле. |
Мне за двадцать; я видел свет, |
Кружился долго в нем на воле; |
Уж клятвы, слезы мне смешны; |
Проказы утомить успели; |
Вам также с вашей стороны |
Измены, верно, надоели; |
Остепенясь, мы охладели, |
Некстати нам учиться вновь. |
Мы знаем: вечная любовь |
Живет едва ли три недели. |
С начала были мы друзья, |
Но скука, случай, муж ревнивый… |
Безумным притворился я, |
И притворились вы стыдливой, |
Мы поклялись… потом… увы! |
Потом забыли клятву нашу; |
Клеона полюбили вы, |
А я наперсницу Наташу. |
Мы разошлись; до этих пор |
Все хорошо, благопристойно, |
Могли б мы жить без дальних ссор |
Опять и дружно и спокойно; |
Но нет! сегодня поутру |
Вы вдруг в трагическом жару |
Седую воскресили древность — |
Вы проповедуете вновь |
Покойных рыцарей любовь, |
Учтивый жар, и грусть, и ревность. |
Помилуйте — нет, право нет. |
Я не дитя, хоть и поэт. |
Когда мы клонимся к закату, |
Оставим юный пыл страстей — |
Вы старшей дочери своей, |
Я своему меньшому брату: |
Им можно с жизнию шалить |
И слезы впредь себе готовить; |
Еще пристало им любить, |
А нам уже пора злословить. |
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