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Нищая. А. Алябьев, П.Ж. Беранже. Zonophone. Кат. № X-63568 (Матр. № 3003L). Москва, 1905 г.
Нищая
(Полный текстъ).
Либретто: Пьеръ-Жанъ де Беранже, музыка А. Алябьева,
переводъ Д. Ленскаго.
Зима, метель, и въ крупныхъ хлопьяхъ
При сильномъ вѣтрѣ снѣгъ валитъ.
У входа въ храмъ одна, въ лохмотьяхъ,
Старушка нищая стоитъ...
И милостыни ожидая,
Она все здѣсь съ клюкой своей,
И лѣтомъ, и зимой, босая...
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Сказать ли вамъ, старушка эта
Какъ двадцать лѣтъ тому жила!
Она была мечтой поэта,
И слава ей вѣнокъ плела.
Когда она на сценѣ пѣла,
Парижъ въ восторгѣ былъ отъ ней.
Она соперницъ не имѣла...
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Бывало, послѣ представленья
Ей отъ толпы проѣзда нѣтъ.
И молодежь отъ восхищенья
Гремѣла «браво» ей вослѣдъ.
Вельможи случая искали
Попасть въ число ея гостей;
Талантъ и умъ въ ней уважали.
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Въ то время торжества и счастья
У ней былъ домъ; не домъ — дворецъ.
И въ этомъ домѣ сладострастья
Томились тысячи сердецъ.
Какими пышными хвалами
Кадилъ ей кругъ ея гостей —
При счастьѣ всѣ дружатся съ нами;
При горѣ нѣту тѣхъ друзей...
Святая воля провидѣнья...
Артистка сдѣлалась больна,
Лишилась голоса и зрѣнья
И бродитъ по міру одна.
Бывало, бѣдный не боится
Прійти за милостыней къ ней,
Она жъ у васъ просить стыдится...
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Ахъ, кто съ такою добротою
Въ несчастьѣ ближнимъ помогалъ,
Какъ эта нищая съ клюкою,
Когда амуръ ее ласкалъ!
Она все въ жизни потеряла!
О! Чтобы въ старости своей
Она на промыслъ не роптала,
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Нищая
(Полный текстъ).
Либретто: Пьеръ-Жанъ де Беранже, музыка А. Алябьева,
переводъ Д. Ленскаго.
Зима, метель, и въ крупныхъ хлопьяхъ
При сильномъ вѣтрѣ снѣгъ валитъ.
У входа въ храмъ одна, въ лохмотьяхъ,
Старушка нищая стоитъ...
И милостыни ожидая,
Она все здѣсь съ клюкой своей,
И лѣтомъ, и зимой, босая...
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Сказать ли вамъ, старушка эта
Какъ двадцать лѣтъ тому жила!
Она была мечтой поэта,
И слава ей вѣнокъ плела.
Когда она на сценѣ пѣла,
Парижъ въ восторгѣ былъ отъ ней.
Она соперницъ не имѣла...
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Бывало, послѣ представленья
Ей отъ толпы проѣзда нѣтъ.
И молодежь отъ восхищенья
Гремѣла «браво» ей вослѣдъ.
Вельможи случая искали
Попасть въ число ея гостей;
Талантъ и умъ въ ней уважали.
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Въ то время торжества и счастья
У ней былъ домъ; не домъ — дворецъ.
И въ этомъ домѣ сладострастья
Томились тысячи сердецъ.
Какими пышными хвалами
Кадилъ ей кругъ ея гостей —
При счастьѣ всѣ дружатся съ нами;
При горѣ нѣту тѣхъ друзей...
Святая воля провидѣнья...
Артистка сдѣлалась больна,
Лишилась голоса и зрѣнья
И бродитъ по міру одна.
Бывало, бѣдный не боится
Прійти за милостыней къ ней,
Она жъ у васъ просить стыдится...
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Ахъ, кто съ такою добротою
Въ несчастьѣ ближнимъ помогалъ,
Какъ эта нищая съ клюкою,
Когда амуръ ее ласкалъ!
Она все въ жизни потеряла!
О! Чтобы въ старости своей
Она на промыслъ не роптала,
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Подайте Христа ради ей!
Beggar. A. Alyabyev, P.Z. Beranta. Zonophone. Cat. № X-63568 (MATER. No. 3003L). Moscow, 1905
Beggar
(Full text).
Libretto: Pierre-Jean de Berance, Music A. Alyabyev,
Translation D. Lenskago.
Winter, blizzard, and in large flakes
With a strong Valit, Snѣg Valit.
At the entrance to the temple alone, in rags,
The old woman is worth it ...
And alms waiting
She is all healthy with her
And Lѣt, and in winter, barefoot ...
Serve Christ for her!
Serve Christ for her!
Whether to tell you, the old woman
Like twenty lѣt lived!
She was a dream of a poet
And glory to her splash.
When she is on stage ply,
Paris in delight was from her.
She did not have an opponent ...
Serve Christ for her!
Serve Christ for her!
Happened by post presenting
She is filmed by a crowd of ProsDa NѣT.
And youth from admiration
Harm "Bravo" she was eld.
Venels-based cases were looking for
Get into the number of guests;
Talented and mind was respected.
Serve Christ for her!
Serve Christ for her!
In that time celebration and happiness
She was home; Not a house - Palace.
And in this house is awkward
Thousands of hearts languished.
What lush praise
Kadil her circle of her guests -
With happiness, everyone is friends;
With the mountains of north of friends ...
Holy Will Providory ...
The actress was sick,
Lost voices and prog
And one wanders alone.
It happened, BѣD is not afraid
Primeti for alms to her
She can ask you to ask ...
Serve Christ for her!
Serve Christ for her!
Ah, who can be kind
In misfortune, Middle helped
Like this beggar
When Amur caressed her!
She lost everything in life!
O! To in old age
She did not roll on the fishery,
Serve Christ for her!
Serve Christ for her!
Beggar
(Full text).
Libretto: Pierre-Jean de Berance, Music A. Alyabyev,
Translation D. Lenskago.
Winter, blizzard, and in large flakes
With a strong Valit, Snѣg Valit.
At the entrance to the temple alone, in rags,
The old woman is worth it ...
And alms waiting
She is all healthy with her
And Lѣt, and in winter, barefoot ...
Serve Christ for her!
Serve Christ for her!
Whether to tell you, the old woman
Like twenty lѣt lived!
She was a dream of a poet
And glory to her splash.
When she is on stage ply,
Paris in delight was from her.
She did not have an opponent ...
Serve Christ for her!
Serve Christ for her!
Happened by post presenting
She is filmed by a crowd of ProsDa NѣT.
And youth from admiration
Harm "Bravo" she was eld.
Venels-based cases were looking for
Get into the number of guests;
Talented and mind was respected.
Serve Christ for her!
Serve Christ for her!
In that time celebration and happiness
She was home; Not a house - Palace.
And in this house is awkward
Thousands of hearts languished.
What lush praise
Kadil her circle of her guests -
With happiness, everyone is friends;
With the mountains of north of friends ...
Holy Will Providory ...
The actress was sick,
Lost voices and prog
And one wanders alone.
It happened, BѣD is not afraid
Primeti for alms to her
She can ask you to ask ...
Serve Christ for her!
Serve Christ for her!
Ah, who can be kind
In misfortune, Middle helped
Like this beggar
When Amur caressed her!
She lost everything in life!
O! To in old age
She did not roll on the fishery,
Serve Christ for her!
Serve Christ for her!