Lyrics Чайковский - Я ли в поле да не травушкой была

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Я ли в поле да не травушкой была
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Звукорежиссёр Игорь Аникин

Я ЛИ В ПОЛЕ ДА НЕ ТРАВУШКА БЫЛА…

Музыка Петра Чайковского
Слова Ивана Сурикова

Я ли в поле да не травушка была,
Я ли в поле не зеленая росла;
Взяли меня, травушку, скосили,
На солнышке в поле иссушили.

Ох ты, горе мое, горюшко!
Знать, такая моя долюшка!

Я ли в поле не пшеничушка была,
Я ли в поле не высокая росла;
Взяли меня, срезали серпами,
Склали меня на поле снопами.

Ох ты, горе мое, горюшко!
Знать, такая моя долюшка!

Я ли в поле не калинушка была,
Я ли в поле да не красная росла;
Взяли калинушку, поломали
И в жгутики меня посвязали.

Ох ты, горе мое, горюшко!
Знать, такая моя долюшка!

Я ль у батюшки не доченька была,
У родимой не цветочек я росла;
Неволей меня, бедную, взяли
И с немилым, седым, повенчали.

Ох ты, горе мое, горюшко!
Знать, такая моя долюшка.

1870, слова
1881, музыка

«Стихотворения И. З. Сурикова», М. 1875 г.

Русские песни. Сост. проф. Ив. Н. Розанов. М., Гослитиздат, 1952

Стихотворение имеет также заглавие "Малороссийская песня".
Sound engineer Igor Anikin

I WAS IN THE FIELD YES NOT TRAVushka WAS ...

Music by Pyotr Tchaikovsky
The words of Ivan Surikov

Whether I was in the field and not a grass,
I did not grow green in the field;
They took me, the grass, mowed,
In the sun they dried it in the field.

Oh, you, my grief, you smelly!
To know, such my share!

Whether I was in the field was not wheat,
I was not tall in the field;
They took me, cut me sickles,
Cursed me on the field with sheaves.

Oh, you, my grief, you smelly!
To know, such my share!

Whether I was in the field was not a Kalinushka,
Whether I have not grown red in the field;
We took a Kalinushka, broke it
And in the flagella I was consecrated.

Oh, you, my grief, you smelly!
To know, such my share!

I did not have a daughter,
I did not grow a flower;
Forgive me, poor, have taken
And with ungainly, gray-haired, they married.

Oh, you, my grief, you smelly!
To know, such my share.

1870, words
1881, music

"Poems of IZ Surikov", M. 1875

Russian songs. Comp. prof. Ives. N. Rozanov. M., Goslitizdat, 1952

The poem also has the title "Little Russian Song".
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