Lyrics Белла Ахмадулина - дуэль

And again, like open-hearth lights,
Thunderstorm lights over the darkness.
So who won - Martynov
Il Lermontov in that duel?
Dantes il Pushkin?
Who is there first?
Who won and got off the ground?
Whom dear this white
Were you lucky on a black sled?
Oh my God! By all indications,
Another won there, the other,
Not the one who is crushed in the snow
He lay with his curly head.
What to do if the fight is wild
Always the fool was in sight.
Meanwhile, as a great man,
How did a boy get into trouble?
Than I will console the afflicted
The insignificant superiority of evil
Glorified and vanquished
Poets who died in vain?
I'll say this: that's not the point,
Long time ago that year
Have we forgotten or overlooked
But everything goes the other way around!
Martynov fell under that mountain
He was punished heavily
And the crows at night sometimes
He was tormented and carried.
But Lermontov - first
He started everything and drove the horse,
And the woman shouted to him:
"Love me, love me!"
Dantes lay among the snowdrifts,
I could not get up from the ground,
And past slowly, severely,
Without looking back, people walked.
He died or remained alive -
Nobody could distinguish it.
And Pushkin drank wine, laughed,
Swearing and mischievous.
He wrote poetry, did not know sadness,
His affairs were going well,
And she shrugged everything
And Natalie smiled.
For their salvation - forever
This procedure has been approved.
And the triumphant ignoramus
Sentenced and convicted!