Михаил Лермонтов — На жизнь надеяться страшась (Отрывок)

Na zhizn nadeyatsya strashas,
Zhivu, kak kamen mezh kamney,
Izlit stradania skupyas:
Puskay sgniyut v grudi moyey.
Rasskaz moikh serdechnykh muk
Ne vozmutit ushey lyudskikh.
Uzhel pri sshibke kamney zvuk
Proniknet v seredinu ikh?

Khranitsya plamen nezemnoy
So dney mladenchestva vo mne.
No veleno yemu sudboy,
Kak zhil, pogibnut v tishine.
Ya tverdo zhdal yego plodov,
S soboy besedovat lyubya.
Utikhnet zvuk serdechnykh slov:
Odin, odin ostanus ya.

Dlya taynykh dum ya prenebreg
I put lyubvi i slavy put,
Vse, chem khot malo v svete mog
Il otlichitsya, il blesnut;
Bedneyshy sred sushchestv zemnykh,
Ostanus ya v krugu lyudey,
Navek lishas dostoinstv ikh
I dobrodeteli svoyey!

Dve zhizni v nas do groba yest,
Yest grozny dukh: on chuzhd umu;
Lyubov, nadezhda, skorb i mest:
Vse, vse podverzheno yemu.
On osnoval zhilishche tam,
Gde mozhem pamyat sokhranyat,
I predveshchayet gibel nam,
Kogda uzh pozdno izbegat.

Terzat i muchit lyubit on;
V yego rechakh neredko lozh;
On tochit zhizn, kak skorpion.
Yemu poveril ya — i chto zh!
Vzglyanite na moye chelo,
Vsmotrites v ochi, v bledny tsvet;
Litso moye vam ne moglo
Skazat, chto mne pyatnadtsat let.

I skoro starost privedet
Menya k mogile — ya vzglyanu
Na zhizn — na ves nichtozhny plod —
I o proshedshem vspomyanu:
Pridet sey verny drug mogil,
S svoyey kholodnoy krasotoy:
Ob chem stradal, chto ya lyubil,
Togda lish budet mne mechtoy.

Uzhel yediny grob dlya vsekh
Unichtozheniyem grozit?
Kak znat: togda, byt mozhet, smekh
Polmertvogo vosplamenit!
Pridet veselost, zvuk chuzhoy
Ponyne v slovare moyem,
I ya ob yunosti zlatoy
Ne pogoryuyu pred kontsom.

Teper ya vizhu: pyshny svet
Ne dlya lyudey byl sotvoren.
My sgibnem, nash sotretsya sled,
Takov nash rok, takov zakon;
Nash dukh vselennoy vikhr umchit
K bezbrezhnym, mrachnym storonam,
Nash prakh lish zemlyu umyagchit
Drugim, chisteyshim sushchestvam.

Ne budut proklinat oni;
Mezh nikh ni zlata, ni chestey
Ne budet. — Stanut tech ikh dni,
Nevinnye, kak dni detey;
Mezh nikh ni druzhbu, ni lyubov
Prilichya tsepi ne sozhmut,
I bratyev pravednuyu krov
Oni so smekhom ne prolyut!..

K nim stanut (kak vsegda mogli)
Sletatsya angely. — A my
Uvidim etot ray zemli,
Okovany nad bezdnoy tmy.
Ukory zavisti, toska
I vechnost s tseliyu odnoy:
Vot kazn za tselye veka
Zlodeystv, kipevshikh pod lunoy.

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