М.Ю. ЛЕРМОНТОВ «ДЕМОН». Аудиокнига. Читает Юрий Васильев

Publishers of the books Sluha and Publishers of Pokidyshev and Sonovia present Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov Demon. Oriental Story. Part 1 The sad demon, the spirit of exile, flew over the sinful earth, And the best days of recollection pressed in front of him by the crowd, Those days when in the abode of light he shone like a pure cherubim, When the running comet with a smile and affectionate greeting loved to exchange with him, When through the eternal fogs of knowledge he watched greedily, Caravans rolling in the space of abandoned stars, When he believed and loved, the happy firstborn of creation, He knew neither evil nor doubt, and did not threaten his mind, For centuries of barren, a series of sorrows, and much, much, and everything, He did not have the strength to remember. For a long time he wandered in the wilderness of the world without shelter, After centuries he ran like a minute by a minute, A monotonous sequence, insignificant, ruling the earth, He sowed evil without pleasure, Nowhere did he meet resistance to his art, And evil bored him. And above the peaks of the Caucasus, from the glades of the edge, he flew, Under it, Kazbek, like the face of a diamond, shone with eternal snow, And deep down, blacker than a crack in the abode of a snake, A luminous Daryal was leading, And Terek, jumping like a lioness, with a cosmatous mane on the ridge, Roared, and the mountain beast and the bird, circling in the azure height, He was noticed by the word here, And the golden clouds from the southern countries, from afar, He was escorted to the north, And the rocks, with a cramped crowd, full of mysterious dreams, They bowed their heads over him, Watching the flashing waves, and the towers of castles on the rocks, They watched, dreadfully, through the fogs, At the gate of the Caucasus, on the clock, watchmen giants, And wild and wonderful was around, The whole of God's world, but the mountain spirit, Vigilantly cast a glance at the creation of his God, And on his forehead, high, nothing was reflected, And before him, a different picture, The luscious lives blossomed, The luxurious Georgia and the valleys, The carpet spread out in the distance, The happy lush edge of the earth, The pillar-shaped ravines, The ringing streams, At the bottom of the stones, colorful, And a bunch of roses, where nightingales Sing, handsome, without answer, On the sweet voice of their love, Chinar, weighty ashes, Thick, crowned with plush, Caves, where in the scorching day Tender deers are hiding, And the shine of life, and the noise of forests, The sound of voices, The breath of thousands of plants, And half a day of sweet-passionate anger, And a fragrant dew, Always wet nights, And the stars are bright as eyes, Like a look of a young Georgian, But in addition to the cold envy, The shine of nature did not arouse, In the chest of the exile, No new feelings, No new forces, And all that he saw before him, He despised or hated. A tall house, a wide yard, A gray gudal he built for himself, He cost a lot of work and tears, To the servants, who have been obedient since ancient times. In the morning, on the slopes of the neighboring mountains, Shadows fall from its walls, Steps are carved in the rock, They lead from the corner tower To the river, Glancing over them, Covered with white ash, Princess Tamara, young, Goes to Ragvi for water. Always silent on the valley, He looked at the dark house with a cliff, But the big feast is in it today, The wine is pouring, The gudal is sweetened by his daughter, On the roof, Covered with carpets, The bride sits between the hands. Among the games and songs, Their leisure is in the distant mountains, The sun is already hidden, Half-circle, In the palm of the hand, They sing, And the young bride takes Her hand, And here she is with one hand, Circling it over her head, Then suddenly she rushes, Lighter than a bird, Then she stops, looks, And her wet gaze shines From under the hanging eyelashes. Then she will lead with black eyebrows, Then suddenly she bends a little And slides on the carpet, Her divine leg floats, And she smiles, The fun of a child is full. The mountains are moist, Slightly playing sometimes, It is hard to compare With that smile, Like life, Like youth, alive. I swear by the midnight star, By the rays of the sunset and the east, The ruler of Persia and gold, And not a single king on earth Kissed such an eye. The fountain sprinkling over the mountains, Has never washed Its pearl dew Such a state. And not a single hand on earth Has ever braided Such hair, Since the world Has lost its paradise. I swear, Such a beauty Has not bloomed Under the sun of the south. The last time she danced, Alas, she waited for the morning, Her heiress was buzzing, The freedom of a lively child, She was a sad slave. Her fatherland was alien And an unfamiliar family, And often the secret doubt Darkened the bright features, And all her movements Were so smooth, full of expression, So full of sweet simplicity, That if the demon, Flying by, looked at her at that time, Then, remembering The former brothers, He would turn away and sigh. And the demon saw For a moment, An inexplicable excitement He felt in himself, Suddenly, a silent soul Filled his desert With a graceful sound, And again he perceived The shrine of love, Kindness and beauty, And with a long, sweet picture He admired and dreamed About the former happiness With a long chain, As if behind the star With an extreme force He became acquainted with a new sadness, In him, a feeling suddenly began to speak A language once native, Was it a sign of rebirth? He could not find The words of insidious temptations In his mind. To forget? God did not give oblivion, And he would not take oblivion. Exhausted the good horse, At the wedding feast By the sunset The groom was impatient. He happily reached The green shores, With a heavy burden of gifts, Barely stepping over A long row of camels behind him. The road stretches, Their bells ring. He himself is the ruler of the synod, He leads a rich caravan, With a belt he will tighten A deft stance, And the right sabre and dagger Shine in the sun behind his back. A gun with a cut-out notch The wind plays With the sleeves of his stocking, It is all around, All drenched in blood. His saddle is embroidered With colored silk, His lips with brushes, Under it all in the soap A fierce horse, Priceless mast, Golden, A pet of a sharp Karabakh Will come, The narrow road is dangerous, The cliffs on the left side, On the right the depth of the river is turbulent, It is too late, On the top of the snowy The blush will fade, The fog has risen. The caravan added a step. And here is the chapel on the road, Here since ancient times Some prince, Now holy, Killed by a vengeful hand, Since then, for a holiday or a battle, The traveler was not in a hurry, He always brought a hard prayer To the chapel, And that prayer was saved From the Muslim dagger. But the married groom Disdained the customs of his great-grandfathers, His insidious dream The demon was outraged, In his thoughts, Under the night's darkness, He kissed the bride's lips. Suddenly two flashed in front of him, And more shot, Standing on the bell-rings, Moving on the eyebrows of the priests, The brave prince did not speak a word, In his hand he dropped the Turkish gun, On the nut, a click, And like an eagle, He threw himself, And shot again, And a wild cry, and a deaf moan, Rushed into the depths of the valley. The battle did not last long, The rough Georgians fled. Everything was quiet, Squeezing the crowd, Sometimes the camels Looked at the corpses of the horsemen, With horror, And in the silence of the steppe, Their bells rang. A magnificent caravan was plundered, And above the bodies of the Christians, The night bird draws circles. Their peaceful tomb Is not waiting for them, Under the layer of the monastery slabs, Where the ashes of their fathers were buried. The sisters with mothers Are not coming, Their bodies are covered With long robes, With longing, weeping, and prayers, On the graves of the faraway places. But with a hard hand, Here, at the road over the rock, The cross is raised in memory. And the plum tree, Which has grown in the spring, Cuddling it, Will cover it With its emerald net. And returning from the hard road, The tired pedestrian, Under God's shadow, Will rest. The horse rushes faster than a lanyard, Snorts and rips as if to armor, Then suddenly lands on the slope, Listens to the wind, Broadly blowing the nostrils, Then hitting the ground at once With the throats of the hooves. Waving his ragged mane, He flies forward without memory. There is a silent rider on it, He hits the saddle sometimes, Falling on the mane with his head. He does not rule with his reins, He pushes his feet into the slopes, And his blood is visible On the cheprak with wide streams. The horse is fast, And the lord took it out of the battle Like an arrow. But the evil bullet of Ossetia Caught him in the darkness. In the family of Gudal, Crying, The people are crowding in the yard, Whose horse rushed over the scorched And fell on the stone at the gate. Who is this breathless rider? The trace of the alarm of the armor Was kept by the wrinkles of the dull forehead. Weapons and dresses are in the blood, In the last mad fire The hand froze on the mane. Not long the bridegroom of the young Was waiting for his bride. He restrained the prince's word, He jumped to the wedding feast. Alas! But he will never Sit on the horse again. On the horse He will never Sit on the horse On the carefree family. God's punishment Fell on his bed, Poor Tamara is crying, Tears roll down The chest is high And hard to breathe. And now she seems to hear A magical voice above her. Do not cry, child, Do not cry in vain, Your tear on the corpse is silent And will not fall with a living dew. She is just a clear vision, Lamenting and burning. He will not recognize He will not appreciate Your sadness. The heavenly light now caresses The dense vision of his eyes. He hears the heavenly songs That life, Trifling dreams, Tears of a poor maiden For the guest of the heavenly side. Not from the rites of mortal creation Believe me, my earthly angel, Not a single moment Is worth your sadness, dear. On the airy ocean Without a rudder and without windmills They quietly float in the fog, The choirs are slim and luminous. Among the fields of the invisible In the sky they walk without a trace, The clouds of the elusive Fibrous herds. An hour of separation, An hour of meeting They have neither joy nor sorrow, They have no desire in the future And no pity for the past. On the day of tormenting unhappiness You only remember about them, Be to the earthly without participation And carefree as they are. Only the night with its cover The peaks of the Caucasus will turn blue, Only the world with a magic word The enchanted will be silent, Only the wind over the rock The entwined will move the grass, Only the wind over the rock The entwined will move the grass, And the bird hidden in it Will flutter in the gloom more cheerfully. And under the vine of the vine The dew of heaven, Swallowing greedily, The flower will dissolve in the night, Only the month of gold Will quietly rise from the sun And look at you briefly, I will fly to you. I will visit you Until the end of the day, And on the silk eyelashes The dreams of the golden night To wind. The words are silent in the distance, After the sound, the sound has died, She jumps up and looks around, Inexpressible confusion, In her chest, sadness, fright, Delight, dust, nothing in comparison, All the feelings in her suddenly boiled, The soul tore off its shackles, The fire ran through the veins, And this voice is wonderfully new, It seemed to still sound, The voice of the night, It seemed to still sound, And before the morning sleep, Desiring eyes, tired and laughing, But the thought of her he outraged, A prophetic dream, And strange. The stranger, foggy and numb, Glittering beauty, unearthly, He bowed his head to her, And his gaze with such love He looked at her so sadly, As if he were sorry for her. It was not an angel, Not a god, Her divine guardian, The crown of rainbow rays Did not adorn his curls, It was not hell, A terrible spirit, A wicked martyr, Oh no! He was like the clear evening, Neither day nor night, Neither darkness, Nor light. Part 2 Father, father, leave the threats, Don't defend your Tamara, I cry, you see, These tears are not the first, In vain the grooms rush here In a crowd from far places, There are many brides in Georgia, And I will not be No one's wife. Oh, don't defend me, father, You yourself have noticed Day by day, I am a victim of an evil poison, I am tormented by an evil spirit, An irresistible dream, I will die, Choirs of birds were singing, Keys were jingling Under the cold wave And under the rising rock Friendship's gorges were merging They were rolling further Among the bushes Covered with flowers' indigo Mountains could be seen To the north When the morning aurora was shining When the blue smoke Was smoking in the valley's depth And turning to the east They were calling to the prayer Of my son, and the sound Of the bell-eyes was trembling While awakening the monastery In a solemn and peaceful hour When a young Georgian With a long jug Was coming down from the mountain With a steep snow-chained top With a light lilac wall They were drawing in the clear sky And were getting dressed At the hour of the sunset With a ruddy veil Among them, cutting through the clouds Stood above everyone's heads Kazbek Like a mighty king In a stork And a plump rice But full of a criminal thought Tamara's heart is inaccessible With a pure delight Before her the whole world Is dressed with a gloomy shadow And everything in it Is a pretext for torment And the morning aurora and the darkness of the night Will embrace the cold ground Before the divine icon And she will fall into madness And she will cry and in the silence of the night Her heavy sobbing Will disturb the traveler's attention And he will think That the mountain spirit Hidden in the cave is moaning And, straining his ears, Chases the tormented horse Full of longing and lament Tamara is often by the window Sitting alone in thought And looking into the distance With a keen eye And waiting for the whole day Someone whispers to her He will come It was not for nothing that her dreams caressed her It was not for nothing that he appeared to her With eyes full of sorrow And a wonderful tenderness of speech For many days she is languishing Not knowing why Will she want to pray to the saints But her heart prays to him Tired of the eternal struggle Will she bow to the bed of dreams The pillow burns It is suffocating, it is scary And all of a sudden she trembles Her chest and shoulders melt There is no strength to breathe The fog is in her eyes The embrace is eagerly looking for a meeting Lips are melting On the lips The evening haze is airy The mountains of Georgia are dressed Habits are sweet and obedient A demon has come to the monastery He flew away But for a long time he did not dare To break the shrine of a peaceful shelter And there was a minute When it seemed he was ready To leave a cruel thought Thinking of the high wall He wanders from his steps Without a wind the leaf in the shadow trembles He looked up at her window The lamp was lit and it shone She has been waiting for someone for a long time And now, among the general silence The chingura, the slender braids And the sounds of the song were heard And the sounds were mingled Like the tears of peace One after another And this song was tender As if for the earth It was folded in heaven Isn't it an angel With a forgotten friend Wanted to meet again He flew away And sang to him about the past To sweeten his suffering The longing for love He saw the demon for the first time He wants to get rid of fear His wing does not move And a miracle of dimmed eyes A heavy tear rolls Now near the cell Through the burned Stone is seen A tear as hot as a flame Not a human Tear And he enters ready to love With an open soul for good And he thinks That a new life has come The desired time The unclear tremors of expectation The fear of the unknown As if in the first date They met with a proud soul It was an evil foreboding He enters, looks in front of him The ambassador of paradise Cherubim The keeper of the sinner Beautiful Stands with a shining forehead And from the enemy with a clear smile His wing And the ray of divine light Suddenly blinded the unclean gaze And instead of a sweet greeting A heavy reproach was given The spirit is restless The spirit is vicious Who called you in the midnight darkness Your fans are not here Evil did not breathe here until now To my love To my shrine Do not make a criminal trail Who called you In response to him The evil spirit laughed insidiously The gaze was filled with jealousy And again in his soul he woke up The ancient hatred of hell She is mine He said fearfully Leave her, she is mine You came late as a defender And to her as to me You are not a judge In my heart full of pride Here lived my seal There is no longer your shrine Here I I own and love And the angel with sad eyes Looked at the poor victim And slowly waving his wings On air Sky Tamara Oh who are you? Your speech is dangerous You were sent to me by hell or heaven What do you want, demon? Fine, Tamara But tell me who you are, answer Demon I am the one you paid attention to You in the midnight silence Whose thought whispered in your soul Whose sadness you guessed sadly Whose image you saw in a dream I am the one whose gaze destroys hope I am the one no one loves I am the bitch of my earthly slaves I am the king of knowledge and freedom I am the enemy of heaven I am the evil of nature And you see I am at your feet I brought to you in consolation A prayer of silent love The first earthly torment And my first tears Oh, listen Out of regret To me, good and heaven You could return by word Your love with holy cover Dressed I would appear there Like a new angel Oh, just listen I pray I am your slave, I love you Only I saw you And secretly suddenly I hated immortality And my power I envied involuntarily Not complete earthly joy Not to live like you It hurt me And it is terrible to live with you In a bloodless heart Unexpected ray And sadness at the bottom of the old wound Moved like a snake What is this eternity without you My possessions Eternity Empty sound words A vast temple Without God Tamara Leave me, oh evil spirit Be silent, I do not believe the enemy Creator, alas, I can not Pray to the mortal I can not Pray to the mortal Herb, my mind weakening Hug Listen, you will ruin me Your words are fire and poison Tell me, why do you love me Demon Why beauty Alas, I do not know Full of new life From my criminal head I proudly removed the crown of Ternov I threw all the past into dust My paradise, my hell In your eyes I love you with a passion How can you not love With all the adoration With all the power Immortal thoughts and dreams In my soul from the beginning of the world Your image was impressed He wore in front of me In the deserts of eternal ether For a long time, worrying my thought My name was sweet In one bliss Me in heaven But I did not get you Oh, if you could understand What a bitter longing All life, centuries without separation And enjoy and suffer For evil praise not to expect Not for good reward Live for yourself Miss yourself And this eternal struggle Without triumph, without reconciliation Always regret And do not wish All know, all feel All see Try to hate everything And despise everything in the world Only God's curse Fulfilled from the same day Nature's hot embraces For a century cooled for me Blue space in front of me I saw the wedding dress Shined acquaintances to me long ago They flowed in the crowns of gold But what? The former brother I did not recognize a single Exiles like myself I called in despair But words and faces And evil eyes Alas, I did not recognize And in fear I Waving wings But where? Why? I do not know Former friends I was rejected like Eden Peace for me became deaf and numb By free will and flow So damaged boat Floating without knowing the destination So early in the morning sometimes A fragment of a thundering cloud In the azure sky black Alone nowhere Not daring Flies aimlessly God knows where and where And I people Not long ruled Sin not long taught them All noble glorified And all beautiful hulil Not long Pure faith Easily forever I poured into them And worth it My work Only fools to hypocrisy And I hid in the gorge Mountains and began to wander like a meteor In the darkness of the midnight Deep and rushed A lonely traveler Deceived by a close fire And in the abyss falling with a horse In vain called And a bloody trail But evil and gloomy Fun Not long liked me In the struggle with a mighty hurricane How often raising dust Dressed with lightning And fog I was noisy In the clouds To the crowd of elements Rebellious hearty whisper To drown Escape from the inevitable And unforgettable To forget All the sufferings of labor And the troubles of the crowd Future generations Before a minute My unrecognized torments What people What their lives work They passed They will pass Hope is Waiting for the right trial He can forgive Although condemned My sorrow is here In her grave She is crawling like a snake Then burns and flashes like a flame Then presses my thought like a stone Hope of the dead And passions Unbreakable Mausoleum Tamara Why should I know your sorrows Why are you complaining to me You have sinned, demon Against you, Tamara We can be heard, demon And God, demon Will not cast an eye on us He is busy with heaven, not with earth Tamara And the punishment of the torment of hell Demon, so what You will be there with me Tamara Whoever you are, my friend Accidental rest forever Unwillingly I am with pleasure Secret sufferer I listen to you But if your speech is deceptive What glory? What is my soul for you? Am I more precious to heaven Than all those unnoticed by you? They, alas, are beautiful too Like their virginal bed here Not crumpled with a mortal hand No, give me a fatal oath Tell me, you see, I miss You see female dreams Unwillingly fear In the soul you caress But you understood everything And you will be sorry, of course Swear to me From evil pursuits Refuse now, give lunch Is there no oath, no promise There are no more unbreakable Demon I swear the first day of creation I swear his last day I swear the shame of crime And eternal truth Triumph I swear the fall of bitter torment I swear long victories with a short dream I swear a date with you And again a threatening separation I swear by the sleep of the spirits By the fate of my brothers subordinate By the swords of angels Passionless My non-sleeping enemies I swear by heaven, me and hell Earthly shrine and you I swear by your last look Your first tear Unholy lips Your breath Wave of silk curls I swear by bliss And suffering I swear by my love I renounce From the old revenge I renounce from proud thoughts From now on From insidious flattery No one is disturbed by the mind I want to reconcile with heaven I want to love, I want to pray I want to believe in good I will wipe the tears of repentance I want to be worthy of you Traces of heavenly fire And the world in ignorance and calm Let it flourish without me Oh, believe me, I am alone now I have perceived and appreciated you Having chosen you as my shrine I have put my power at your feet I am waiting for your love Like a gift And I will give you eternity For a moment In love, like in anger Believe Tamara For a moment I will take you, the free son of Ether To the stars And you will be the queen of the world My first friend Without regret, without participation You will look at the earth Where there is no true happiness Nor everlasting beauty Where crimes are only to be executed Where passions are small Only to live Where they can neither fear Nor hate, nor love Or do you not know what A momentary love of people is? The excitement of the young blood But the days run and the blood is cold Who will resist the separation? The temptation of new beauty? Against fatigue and boredom And your dreams' nature? No, not you, my friend Know it is destined by fate To wander silently in a tight circle Jealous of the rudeness of the slave Among the young-minded And cold-hearted friends Pretentious and enemies Fear and hope of fruitless Empty and laborious labors Sadly behind the high wall You will not go out without passions Among the prayers Equally far From God and from people Oh no, beautiful creation You are doomed to another You are waiting for another suffering Other delights of depth You are waiting for another Other delights of depth Leave the former desires And the pitiful light of his fate I will open to you The abyss of proud knowledge In return The crowd of my servants' spirits I will bring to your feet Servant of light and magical I will give you beauty And for you from the eastern star I will pluck the golden Venice I will take from the flowers The midnight dew I will sprinkle it With that dew With the ray of the rosy sunset I will wrap your body like a ribbon With the breath of a pure aroma I will infuse the surrounding air Now I will play Your ear with a wonderful game I will build lush gardens Of turquoise and amber I will go down To the bottom of the sea I will fly over the clouds I will give you everything Everything, everything earthly Love me And he slightly Touched with hot lips Her trembling lips Tempted with full speech He answered her prayers A mighty gaze He looked into her eyes He burned her in the darkness of the night He shone over her directly Invisible as a dagger Alas, the evil spirit triumphed The deadly poison of his lips Immediately penetrated her breast A painful, terrible cry The silence of the night outraged There was everything in it Love, suffering Resentment to the last prayer And hopeless farewell Farewell To the young life At that time, the midnight watchman One around the wall, steep Making a quiet path, He wandered with a cast-iron board And near the cell of the maiden, young He shortened his meager step And the hand over the cast-iron board Confused soul Stopped And through the surrounding silence It seemed to him He heard two mouths According to the whispering A minute cry and a weak moan And an unclean doubt Penetrated the heart of the old man But another moment passed And everything was quiet From afar Only the blowing of the wind The rustling of the leaves brought Yes, with a dark shore The mountain river whispered The canon of the watchman Saint He is in a hurry to read in fear So that on the leadership of the evil spirit To drive away from a sinful thought He crosses with trembling fingers Dreaming of an excited chest And silently, with rapid steps The usual path continues Like a sleeping fairy She lay in her coffin Whiter and cleaner covered Was the dark color of her forehead For a century the eyelashes were lowered But whoever said about the sky That the gaze under them Was only sleeping And the wonder Only expected Either a kiss or an iceberg But uselessly the daylight Slipped through them With a golden stream In vain in their silent sadness Mouths of relatives kissed Death and eternal seal Nothing is able to tear There was never a day of fun So colorful and rich Tamara is a festive outfit Flowers of the native gorge So ancient requires a rite Over it pour their aroma Squeezed with a dead hand As if saying goodbye to the earth And nothing in her face Hinted about the end In the dust of passions and infatuation And were all her features Filled with that beauty Like marble of alien expression And were all her features Filled with that beauty Like marble of alien expression Deprived of feelings and mind Mysterious as death itself A strange smile froze Flickering on her lips Talking about a lot of sadness She to her attentive eyes There was a cold contempt Of a soul ready to whistle The last thought of expression To forgive the soundless earth The last thought of expression To forgive the soundless earth The last thought of expression To forgive the soundless earth The last thought of expression To forgive the soundless earth The last thought of expression To forgive the soundless earth The last thought of expression To forgive the soundless earth The last thought of expression To forgive the soundless earth The last thought of expression To forgive the soundless earth But this semi-living ray Will not meet the gleam of the desert And it will not illuminate the path Of its ice peak The crowd of neighbors and relatives Have already gathered in a sad way Tearing gray curls Unspeakably striking the chest For the last time the gudal sits In the radiance of the sky he sank And the demon, defeated, cursed His mad dreams And the demon, defeated, cursed And he again remained Outstanding Alone, as before, in the universe Without hope And love On the slope of the stone mountain Above the Kayshaur valley Still stand Until now The ruins of the ancient Shimmering through the fog