Текст песни Ольга Будина - Ответ Татьяны Онегину

Enough, get up. I must
You have to be frank.
Onegin, remember that hour,
When in the garden, in the alley of us
Fate brought, and so humbly
I listened to your lesson?
Today is my turn.

XLIII.

"Onegin, I'm younger then,
I better, it seems, was,
And I loved you; and what?
What in your heart have I found?
What answer? one severity.
Is not it, eh? You were not news
Humble girl love?
And now - God - the blood is getting cold,
As soon as I remember the cold look
And this sermon ... But you
I do not blame: at that terrible hour
You behaved nobly.
You were right in front of me:
I am grateful all my heart ...

XLIV.

"Then - is not it?" - in the desert,
Far from the vain rumor,
I did not like you ... Well now
Are you following me?
Why do you have me in mind?
It is not because of that in the high society
Now I must appear;
That I am rich and noble,
That the husband in mutilations is mutilated,
What kind of caresses us for that?
It's not because my shame
Now everyone would be seen
And I could bring in society
Are you seductive honor?

XLV.

"I'm crying ... if your Tanya
You have not forgotten until now,
Then know: the sharpness of your scolding,
Cold, strict conversation,
Whenever there was only power in my life,
I preferred the offensive passion
And these letters and tears.
To my infant dreams
Then you had at least a pity,
Although respect for the years ...
And now! - that to my feet
You led? what a little!
As with your heart and mind
To be a petty slave?

XLVI.

"And to me, Onegin, this splendor,
A shabby life of tinsel,
My successes in a whirlwind of light,
My fashion house and evenings,
What is in them? Now I'm glad to give
All this rags of masquerade,
All this shine, and the noise, and the children
For a shelf of books, for a wild garden,
For our poor dwelling,
For those places where for the first time,
Onegin, I met you,
Yes for a humble cemetery,
Where is the cross now and the shadow of the branches
Over my poor nanny ...

XLVII.

"And happiness was so possible,
So close! .. But my fate
Already solved. Carelessly,
Perhaps, I have acted:
Me with tears of incantations
The mother prayed; for the poor Thani
All the lots were equal ...
I got married. You must,
I ask you to leave me;
I know: in your heart there is
And pride, and a direct honor.
I love you (why should I dissemble?),
But I am given to another;
I'll be faithful to him for a century.