"A sad demon, a spirit of exile ...". Mikhail Lermontov poem "Demon Sad demon

Sad Demon, exile spirit{...}

Sad Demon, spirit of exile,

I flew over the sinful land -

And better days of remembrance

The crowd crowded before him

M.Yu. Lermontov. Daemon.

Wed Wormwood after honey is bitter than itself.

Wed Having no more but thought of what thou wert,

To torture thee the more, being what thou art.

Nothing is left but the memory of what you were

To intensify your anguish about what you are now.

Wed For of fortunes sharpe adversite,

The worst kind of infortune is this,

A man that hath been in prosperite

And it remember, when it passed is.

Chaucer. Troilus and Creseida. 3, 1625.

Wed Deh non parlare al misero

Del suo perduto bene ...

F. M. Piave. Rigoletto (mus. Di Verdi) 1, 9.

Wed O dolcezze perdute! o memorie

D "un amplesso che mai non s" oblia! ..

Ant. Somma. Un ballo in maschera. 3, 1.

Wed Stette, e dei di che furono

L "assalse il sovvenir.

Manzoni. Il cinque Maggio, ode (about Napoleon on the island of Elena).

Wed Il ben passato e la presente noia!

Tasso. Aminta. 2, 2.

Wed Nessun maggior dolore

Che ricordarsi del tempo felice

Nella miseria.

There is no greater torment

How about a happy time to remember

In misery.

Dante. Divin. Com. Inferno. 5, 121-123. transl. Minaeva.

Byron took this verse as an epigraph to the poem "Corsar".

Wed In omni adversitate fortunae infelicissimun? genus infortunii est fuisse felicem.

Of all the vicissitudes of fate, the greatest misfortune is when you first experienced happy days (when you remember the former happy days).

Boëthius Consol. Philos. 2, 4. († circa A.D. 524)

Wed He remembered Jerusalem, in the days of her distress and her sufferings, of all her treasures that she had in the old days.

Lamentations. 1, 7.

Russian thought and speech. Yours and someone else's. Experience of Russian phraseology. Collection of figurative words and parables. T.T. 1-2. Walking and well-aimed words. A collection of Russian and foreign quotes, proverbs, sayings, proverbial expressions and individual words. SPb., Type. Ak. sciences.... M. I. Mikhelson. 1896-1912.

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daemon- a, m. 1) In Greek mythology: a generalized idea of some indefinite and unformed divine power, evil or (less often) beneficent, often determining the fate of a person. The cunning demon angered my careless ignorance, and he is mine ... ... Popular dictionary of the Russian language

A; m. [Greek. daimōn] 1. In ancient mythology: a good or evil spirit influencing the life, fate of people, nations. 2. According to religious beliefs: evil spirit, devil, demon, devil; fallen Angel. * Sad demon, spirit of exile, Flying over ... ... encyclopedic Dictionary

- (for Christians) an evil spirit, a genius, in the sense of a demonic tempter, irresistibly influencing Cf. The sad Demon, the spirit of exile, Flew over the sinful land And the best days of remembrance Before him were crowded together. M.Yu. Lermontov. Daemon. Poem. Wed It has something ... ... Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary

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Demon ("Demon")- See also Sad and gloomy, proud and crafty, restless and vicious, hellish spirit, the spirit of exile and doubt. A crown of rainbow rays did not adorn his curls. It looked like a clear evening: neither day, nor night, nor darkness, nor light. He was as powerful as ... Dictionary of literary types

A, m. In Christian mythology: an evil spirit, a fallen angel. A sad demon, a spirit of exile, Flying over the sinful land. Lermontov, Demon. || transfer; what. outdated. The personification of what L. passions, hobbies, vice. We decided to travel together, but ... ... Small academic dictionary

Part I

Sad Demon, spirit of exile,
Flew over the sinful land
And better days of remembrance
They were crowded before him;
Those days when in the dwelling of light
He shone, pure cherub,
When a running comet
With a smile of gentle greetings
I loved to trade with him
When through eternal mists
Greedy cognition, he followed
Nomadic caravans
In the space of the thrown luminaries;
When he believed and loved
Happy firstborn of creation!
I knew neither anger nor doubt.
And did not threaten his mind
A series of barren centuries ...
And many, many ... and everything
He did not have the strength to remember!

Long ago an outcast wandered
In the wilderness of a world without shelter:
Century followed the century,
Both minute minute,
Monotonous succession.
Worthless ruling the land,
He sowed evil without delight.
Nowhere to your art
He met no resistance -
And evil bored him.

And over the peaks of the Caucasus
The exile of paradise flew by:
Under him Kazbek, like the edge of a diamond,
Shone with eternal snows,
And, deep below blackening,
Like a crack, the dwelling of a serpent,
Radiant Darial curled,
And Terek, jumping like a lioness
With a shaggy mane on the ridge,
It roared, - and a mountain beast and a bird,
Swirling in the azure heights
They listened to the word of the waters;
And golden clouds
From southern countries, from afar
He was escorted to the north;
And the rocks are a crowded crowd,
Full of mysterious slumber
They bowed their heads over him,
Following the flickering waves;
And the towers of the castles on the rocks
They looked menacingly through the mists -
At the gates of the Caucasus on the clock
Guardian giants!
And wild and strange was around
The whole god's world; but a proud spirit
Contemptuous eye
Creation of his god,
And on his high forehead
Nothing was reflected.

And before him a different picture
Living beauties blossomed:
Luxurious Georgia Valley
The carpet is spread out in the distance;
Happy, lush end of the earth!
Pillar-like rains.
Ringing streams
Along the bottom of multi-colored stones,
And the bushes of roses, where are the nightingales
Singing beauties, unrequited
To the sweet voice of their love;
Chinar spreading canopy,
Densely crowned with ivy.
Caves where on a scorching day
Timid deer are lurking;
And shine, and life, and the noise of sheets,
Hundred-sounding dialect of voices
The breath of a thousand plants!
And a voluptuous heat for half a day,
And fragrant dew
Always wet nights
And the stars, bright as eyes,
As the gaze of a young Georgian woman! ..
But besides cold envy,
Nature's shine is not aroused
In the chest of an exile barren
No new feelings, no new strength;
And all that he saw before him
He despised or hated.

High house, wide courtyard
The gray-haired Gudal built himself ...
It cost a lot of work and tears
Obedient slaves for a long time.
In the morning on the slope of the neighboring mountains
Shadows fall from its walls.
Steps have been cut into the rock;
They are from the corner tower
Lead to the river, flickering along them,
Covered with a white veil
Princess Tamara young
He goes to Aragva to get water.

Always silent to the valleys
The gloomy house looked from the cliff;
But a great feast is in it today -
Zurna sounds, and guilt pours -
Buzzed his daughter,
He summoned the whole family to a feast.
On the carpeted roof
The bride sits between her friends:
Amid games and songs, their leisure
It passes. By the distant mountains
The sun is already hidden in a semicircle;
Striking in the palm of your hand,
They sing - and their tambourine
The young bride takes.
And here she is, with one hand
Circling it over your head
Then suddenly it rushes lighter than a bird,
It stops, looks -
And her wet gaze glistens
From under the envious eyelashes;
That black eyebrow will lead
Then suddenly it bends a little,
And glides on the carpet, floats
Her divine leg;
And she smiles
Full of children's fun.
But the ray of the moon, on the unsteady moisture
Playing a little at times
Hardly compares to that smile
Like life, like youth, alive

I swear by the midnight star
A ray of sunset and east
Ruler of Persia golden
And not a single king of the earth
I have not kissed such an eye;
Harem splashing fountain
Never hot sometimes
With its pearl dew
I did not wash such a camp!
Still no earthly hand
Wandering over a sweet brow,
I didn’t unravel such hair;
Ever since the world lost its paradise
I swear she's so beautiful
The south did not bloom under the sun.

V last time she danced.
Alas! the morning was expecting
Her, the heiress of Goodal.
Freedom frisky child
A sad fate of a slave
Fatherland, foreign to this day,
And an unfamiliar family.
And often a secret doubt
Darkened light features;
And there were all her movements
So slim, full of expression
So full of sweet simplicity
What if the Demon, flying,
At that time I looked at her,
That, remembering the former brothers,
He turned away b - and sighed ...

And the Demon saw ... for a moment
Inexplicable excitement
He suddenly felt in himself.
The dumb soul of his wilderness
Filled with a blessed sound -
And again he comprehended the shrine
Love, kindness and beauty! ..
And a long sweet picture
He admired - and dreams
About the former happiness in a long chain,
As if for star star,
They rolled before him then.
Chained by an unseen force
He became familiar with new sadness;
In him a feeling suddenly spoke
Once a native language.
Was that a sign of rebirth?
He words of insidious temptation
I could not find it in my mind ...
Forget? God did not give oblivion:
And he would not have taken oblivion! ..
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Having exhausted the good horse,
To the wedding feast by the end of the day
The impatient groom was in a hurry.
Aragva bright he is happy
Reached the green shores.
Under the heavy burden of gifts
Barely, barely stepping over
Behind him a long row of camels
The road stretches, flickering:
Their bells are ringing.
He himself, the ruler of the Synodal.
A rich caravan leads.
A dexterous camp is tightened with a belt;
Saber and dagger frame
Shines in the sun; behind the back
A shotgun with a cut-out notch.
The wind plays with its sleeves
His chuh, - all around she
All galloon is lined.
Embroidered with colored silks
His saddle; bridle with tassels;
Beneath him, a dashing horse covered in soap
Priceless suit, gold.
Frisky pet of Karabakh
Spinning ears and full of fear,
Snoring sideways from the steepness
On the foam of a galloping wave.
Dangerous, the coastal path is narrow!
The cliffs to the left
To the right deep into the rebellious river.
It's too late. At the top of the snow
The blush goes out; a fog arose ...
The caravan quickened its pace.

And here is the chapel on the road ...
Here for a long time will rest in God
Some kind of prince, now a saint,
Killed by a vengeful hand.
Since then, for a holiday or for a battle,
Wherever the traveler is in a hurry,
Always earnest prayer
He brought it at the chapel;
And that prayer saved
From a Muslim dagger.
But the daring groom despised
The custom of their great-grandfathers.
By his insidious dream
The crafty Demon outraged:
He is in his thoughts, under the darkness of the night,
He kissed the lips of the bride.
Suddenly two flashed ahead,
And more - a shot! - what?..
Rising on the ringing stirrups,
Pulling their papa over their eyebrows,
The brave prince did not utter a word;
A Turkish trunk flashed in my hand,
I clicked the whip and, like an eagle,
He rushed ... and shot again!
And the wild cry and the deaf groan
Raced in the depths of the valley -
The battle did not last long:
Timid Georgians were running!

Everything was quiet; crowded together
On the corpses of riders sometimes
The camels gazed with horror;
And dull in the silence of the steppe
Their bells were ringing.
Lavish caravan plundered;
And over the bodies of Christians
The night bird draws circles!
No peaceful tomb awaits them
Under a layer of monastery slabs,
Where the ashes of their fathers were buried;
Sisters with mothers will not come,
Covered in long veils
With longing, sobbing and pleading,
On their coffin from distant places!
But with a diligent hand
Here by the road, above the rock
A cross will be placed in memory;
And ivy overgrown in the spring
It will be wrapped around it, caressing
Its emerald mesh;
And, having turned off the difficult road,
More than once a tired pedestrian
He will rest under the shadow of God ...

The horse rushes faster than a doe.
Snores and breaks, as if to fight;
Then suddenly he will siege at a gallop,
Will listen to the breeze
Widening nostrils;
That, hitting the ground at once
Ringing thorns of hooves,
Waving a disheveled mane,
Flying forward without memory.
There is a silent rider on it!
He beats on the saddle at times,
Leaning on his mane with his head.
He does not rule over the reasons,
Pushing my feet into the stirrups
And blood in wide streams
On his saddlecloth is visible.
Dashing horse, you are the master
I took it out of the battle like an arrow
But the evil bullet Ossetian
I caught up with him in the darkness!

In the Gudala family, weeping and moaning,
People crowd in the yard:
Whose horse has rushed over fired
And fell on the stones at the gate?
Who is this breathless horseman?
They kept a trace of the abusive alarm
Dark brow wrinkles.
Blood on weapons and clothes;
In the last maddening shake
The hand on the mane froze.
Not long for the young groom,
Bride, your gaze was expecting:
He kept the princely word,
He rode to the wedding feast ...
Alas! but never again
Will not sit on a dashing horse! ..

On the air ocean
Without a rudder and without sails,
Float quietly in the fog
Slender choirs of luminaries;
Among the boundless fields
They walk in the sky without a trace
Clouds elusive
Fiber flocks.
Parting hour, goodbye hour
They are neither joy nor sorrow;
They have no desire in the future
And the past is not a pity.
On a day of painful misfortune
Just remember them;
Be to the earthly without participation
And as careless as they are! "

"Only the night with its veil
The upper Caucasus will overshadow
Only the world magic word
Fascinated, will be silent;
Only the wind over the rock
Withered, stirring the grass,
And the bird hidden in it
Flutters in the darkness more fun;
And under the vine,
Swallowing the dew of heaven greedily,
The flower will bloom at night;
Only golden month
From behind the mountain it will quietly rise
And he will look at you furtively, -
I will fly to you;
I will stay until the day
And on silk eyelashes
Make golden dreams ... "

The words fell silent in the distance
Following the sound, the sound died.
She jumped up and looked around ...
Inexpressible confusion
In her chest; sadness, fear,
Delight ardor is nothing in comparison.
All the feelings in her were seething suddenly;
The soul tore its shackles
The fire ran through my veins,
And this voice is wonderfully new,
She thought she still sounded.
And before the morning a dream is desired
Tired eyes closed;
But he angered her thought
A prophetic and strange dream.
The stranger is foggy and dumb,
Shining unearthly beauty,
The head of the bed bent over her;
And his gaze with such love,
I looked at her so sadly,
As if he regretted her.
It was not a celestial angel.
Her Divine Guardian:
Circlet of Rainbow Rays
Didn't decorate it with curls.
It was not a terrible spirit of hell,
Vicious martyr - oh no!
It looked like a clear evening:
Neither day nor night - neither darkness nor light!

Part II

"Father, father, leave the threats,
Don't scold your Tamara;
I cry: you see these tears
They are not the first.
In vain the suitors crowd
They hurry here from distant places ...
There are many brides in Georgia;
And I won't be anybody's wife! ..
Oh, do not abuse me, father.
You yourself noticed: day after day
I fade, a victim of an evil poison!
I am tormented by an evil spirit
An irresistible dream;
I am dying, have pity on me!
Give it to the sacred abode
Her reckless daughter;
A savior will protect me there,
Before him I will shed my longing.
There is no fun in the world ...
Shrines in the fall of the world,
Let the gloomy cell take
Like a coffin, advance me ... "

And in a lonely monastery
Her family drove away
And a humble hair shirt
They clothed the young woman's chest.
But also in monastic clothes,
As under a patterned brocade,
All a lawless dream
Her heart was beating as before.
Before the altar, with the sparkle of candles,
During the hours of solemn singing,
Familiar, among the prayers,
She often heard speech.
Under the vault of a gloomy temple
Familiar image sometimes
Slid without a sound or a trace
In a light mist of incense;
He shone quietly like a star;
Manil and he called ... but - where? ..

In the cool between two hills
The saint's monastery was hidden.
Chinar and poplars in rows
He was surrounded - and at times,
When the night fell in the gorge,
Through them flashed, in the windows of the cell,
The lamp of the young sinner.
All around, in the shade of almond trees,
Where there is a row of sad crosses,
Silent Tomb Guards;
The choirs of light birds were sung.
They jumped over the stones, made noise
Keys like a cold wave
And under the overhanging rock,
Merging amicably into the gorge,
Rolled on, between the bushes,
Frosty flowers.

Mountains were visible to the north.
With the glitter of the morning Aurora,
When the blue smoke
Smokes deep in the valley
And, turning to the east,
The muezins are calling for prayer,
And a resounding bell voice
Trembles, awakening the abode;
In a solemn and peaceful hour,
When a Georgian woman is young
With a long jug for water
A steep one descends from the mountain,
The tops of the snow chain
Light purple wall
Drawn on a clear sky
And at the hour of sunset they dressed
They are a ruddy veil;
And between them, cutting through the clouds,
He stood, all above his head,
Kazbek, the mighty king of the Caucasus,
In a turban and riza brocade.

But, full of criminal thought,
Tamara's heart is not available
Pure delights. In front of her
The whole world is dressed in a sullen shadow;
And everything in him is an excuse for torment -
And the ray of the morning and the darkness of the nights.
It used to be only sleepy nights
The coolness will sweep the ground
Before the divine icon
She will fall in madness
And cries; and in the silence of the night
Her heavy sobbing
The attention disturbs the traveler;
And he thinks: "That mountain spirit
Chained in the cave groans! "
And empathetic straining the ear,
He drives the exhausted horse.

Full of longing and awe,
Tamara is often at the window
Sits in thought alone
And looks into the distance with a diligent eye,
And the whole day, sighing, waits ...
Someone whispers to her: he will come!
No wonder her dreams caressed her.
No wonder he appeared to her.
With eyes full of sorrow
And the wonderful tenderness of the speeches.
She has been languishing for many days
Without knowing why;
Will the saints want to pray -
And the heart prays to him;
Tired of the constant struggle
Will I bow down on the bed of sleep:
The pillow burns, it's stuffy, scary,
And all, jumping up, she trembles;
Her chest and shoulders are burning,
No strength to breathe, fog in the eyes,
Hugs are eagerly looking for a meeting
Lobs melt on the lips ...
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Of the evening haze air cover
Already dressed the hills of Georgia.
Habit sweet obedient.
The Demon flew to the monastery.
But for a long, long time he did not dare
A shrine of a peaceful shelter
Violate. And there was a minute
When he seemed ready
Leave intent cruel.
Thoughtful against the high wall
He wanders: from his steps
Without the wind, the leaf trembles in the shade.
He looked up: her window,
Illuminated by a lamp, shines;
She has been waiting for someone for a long time!
And now in the midst of the general silence
Chingura slender rattling
And the sounds of the song rang out;
And those sounds poured, poured,
Like tears, measured one after another;
And this song was tender
As if for the earth she
Was folded in the sky!
Isn't it an angel with a forgotten friend
I wanted to see you again,
I stealthily flew here
And sang about the past to him,
To delight his torment? ..
The longing of love, its excitement
Comprehended the Demon for the first time;
He wants to leave in fear ...
Its wing does not move! ..
And, a miracle! from faded eyes
A heavy tear rolls down ...
To this day, near the cell of that
Burned through the stone is visible
With a tear as hot as a flame
An inhuman tear! ..

And he enters, ready to love,
With a soul open to good
And he thinks that life is new
The desired time has come.
Vague thrill of anticipation
The fear of the unknown is dumb
As if on a first date
We confessed with a proud soul.
That was an evil omen!
He enters, looks - in front of him
The messenger of paradise, cherub,
Keeper of the beautiful sinner
Stands with a shining brow
And from the enemy with a clear smile
I drew it up with a wing;
And a ray of divine light
Suddenly blinded by an unclean gaze,
And instead of sweet greetings
There was a painful reproach:

"Restless spirit, vicious spirit.
Who called you in the darkness of midnight?
Your fans are not here
Evil has not breathed here to this day;
To my love, to my shrine
Don't leave a criminal trail.
Who called you? "
In response to him
The evil spirit chuckled slyly;
The look grew hot with jealousy;
And again I woke up in his soul
The poison of old hatred.
"She's mine!" He said menacingly.
Leave her, she is mine!
You came, defender, late,
And she, like me, you are not a judge.
A heart full of pride
I have put my stamp;
Your shrine is no longer here
Here I own and love! "
And an angel with sad eyes
I looked at the poor victim
And slowly, flapping its wings,
He drowned in the air of the sky.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Tamara

O! who are you? your speech is dangerous!
Did hell or heaven send you to me?
What do you want?..

Daemon

You are beautiful!

Tamara

But say who are you? answer ...

Daemon

I am the one that I listened to
You're in the midnight silence
Whose thought whispered to your soul,
Whose sadness you vaguely guessed
Whose image I saw in a dream.
I am the one whose gaze destroys hope;
I am the one that nobody loves;
I am the scourge 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'm at your feet!
I brought you in tenderness
A quiet prayer of love
Earthly first torment
And my first tears.
O! listen - out of regret!
Me good and heaven
You could return with a word.
Your love as a holy veil
Dressed, I would appear there.
Like a new angel in a new splendor;
O! just listen, I pray
I am your slave - I love you!
As soon as I saw you -
And secretly suddenly hated
Immortality and my power.
I envied involuntarily
Incomplete earthly joy;
Not living like you, it hurt me
And it's scary - it's different to live with you.
In a bloodless heart, an unexpected ray
It's gotten warm again,
And sadness at the bottom of an old wound
Moved like a snake.
What is this eternity to me without you?
My domain is infinity?
Empty sonorous words
An extensive temple - without a deity!

Tamara

Leave me, O evil spirit!
Be quiet, I do not believe the enemy ...
The Creator ... Alas! I can not
Praying ... deadly poison
My weakening mind is embraced!
Listen, you're going to ruin me;
Your words are fire and poison ...
Tell me why you love me!

Daemon

Why, beauty? Alas,
I don't know! .. Full of new life,
From my criminal head
I proudly took off the crown of thorns,
I threw everything past into dust:
My heaven, my hell is in your eyes.
I love you with an unearthly passion
How to love you cannot:
All the rapture, all the power
Immortal thoughts and dreams.
In my soul, from the beginning of the world,
Your image has been printed
He was running in front of me
In the deserts of the eternal ether.
For a long time disturbing my thought,
The name sounded sweet to me;
In the days of bliss, I am in paradise
One was missing you.
O! if you could understand
What a bitter languor
All my life, centuries without division
And enjoy and suffer
Do not expect praise for evil,
No reward for good;
Live for yourself, miss yourself
And this eternal struggle
No celebration, no reconciliation!
To always regret and not wish
Know everything, feel everything, see everything,
Try to hate everything
And despise everything in the world! ..
Only God's curse
Fulfilled, from the same day
Nature's hot embrace
Have cooled forever for me;
The space before me turned blue;
I saw the wedding dress
Luminaries, familiar to me for a long time ...
They flowed in crowns of gold;
But what then? former brother
Not a single one recognized.
Exiles, their own kind,
I began to call in despair.
But words and faces and eyes of evil,
Alas! I didn't recognize it myself.
And in fear I, flapping my wings,
He rushed - but where? why?
I don't know ... old friends
I was rejected; how edem,
The world has become deaf and dumb for me.
At the free whim of the current
So damaged rook
No sails and no rudder
Floats, not knowing the destination;
So early in the morning
A fragment of a thundercloud,
In the azure heights, turning black,
Alone, not daring to pester anywhere,
Flies without a target and without a trace,
God knows where and where!
And I did not rule over people for long.
I did not teach them sin for long,
I dishonored everything noble,
And blasphemed all the beautiful;
Not for long ... a flame of pure faith
Easily forever I poured into them ...
Was it worth my labors
Are some fools and hypocrites?
And I hid in the gorges of the mountains;
And he began to wander like a meteor,
In the deep darkness of midnight ...
And the lonely traveler rushed
Deceived by a close fire
And falling into the abyss with a horse,
I called in vain and bloody trail
Behind him curled along the steepness ...
But malice is dark fun
I didn't like it for long!
Fighting a mighty hurricane
How often, raising ashes,
Dressed in lightning and fog
I raced noisily in the clouds
So that in the crowd of the elements of the rebellious
Drown out the murmur of the heart,
Escape from the inevitable thought
And forget the unforgettable!
What a tale of painful hardships,
Labor and troubles of the crowd of people
Generations to come, past generations,
Before one minute
My unrecognized torment?
What people? what is their life and work?
They have passed, they will pass ...
There is hope, the right judgment awaits:
He can forgive, even condemn!
Well my sadness is permanent here.
And there will be no end to her, like me;
And do not take a nap in her grave!
She then flies like a snake,
It burns and splashes like a flame
That crushes my thought, like a stone I
The hopes of the dead and the passions
An indestructible mausoleum! ..

Tamara

Why do I need to know your sorrow,
Why are you complaining to me?
You have sinned ...

Daemon

Is it against you?

Tamara

They can hear us! ..

Daemon

We are alone.

Tamara

Daemon

Will not cast a glance at us:
He is busy with the sky, not the earth!

Tamara

And the punishment, the torments of hell?

Daemon

So what then? You will be there with me!

Tamara

Whoever you are, my random friend, -
Destroying peace forever,
Involuntarily I am with mystery joy,
Sufferer, I'm listening to you.
But if your speech is crafty,
But if you are melting deception ...
O! have mercy! What glory?
What is my soul for?
Am I more dear to the sky?
Everyone you didn't see?
They, alas! beautiful too;
As here, their virgin bed
Not crumpled by a mortal hand ...
No! give me a fatal oath ...
Say - you see: I miss;
You see women's dreams!
You involuntarily caress fear in your soul ...
But you understood everything, you know everything -
And take pity, of course, you!
Swear to me ... from evil acquisitions
Now give a vow to renounce.
No vows, no promises
Are there no more inviolable? ..

Daemon

I swear on the first day of creation,
I swear on his last day
I swear by the shame of crime
And the triumph of eternal truth.
I swear by the fall of bitter anguish
Victory is a short dream;
I swear on a date with you
And again threatening separation.
I swear by a host of spirits
By the fate of my brothers, subject to me,
With the swords of passionless angels.
My watchful enemies;
I swear by heaven and hell
An earthly shrine and you
I swear by your last look
With your first tear
Your gentle lips with breath,
A wave of silk curls
I swear by bliss and misery.
I swear to my love:
I renounced the old vengeance
I have renounced proud thoughts;
From now on, the poison of insidious flattery
No one will disturb the mind;
I want to be reconciled with the sky,
I want to love, I want to pray.
I want to believe in goodness.
I will erase with a tear of remorse
I have a brow worthy of you
Traces of heavenly fire -
And the world is quiet in ignorance
Let it bloom without me!
O! believe me: I am alone today
I comprehended and appreciated you:
Having chosen you as my shrine,
I have folded the power at your feet.
I wait for your love as a gift,
And I will give you eternity in a moment;
Believe in love, as in malice, Tamara,
I am unchanging and great.
I am you, the free son of the ether,
I will take to the regions above the stars;
And you will be the queen of the world
My first friend;
No regret, no part
You will look at the ground,
Where there is no true happiness
No lasting beauty
Where there are only crimes and executions,
Where petty passion only live;
Where they do not know how without fear
Neither hate nor love.
Or don't you know what it is
People's minute love?
Young blood excitement, -
But the days go by and the blood freezes!
Who can resist separation
The temptation of a new beauty
Against tiredness and boredom
And the waywardness of dreams?
No! not for you, my friend,
Find out, appointed by fate
Fade silently in a tight circle
Jealous slave rudeness,
Among the faint-hearted and cold,
Feign friends and enemies
Fears and barren hopes,
Empty and painful work!
Sadly behind a high wall
You will not fade away without passion,
Among prayers, it is equally far
From the deity and from people.
Oh no, beautiful creature
To someone else you have been awarded;
A different suffering awaits you.
Depth of other delights;
Leave your old desires
And the pitiful light of his fate:
Abyss of proud knowledge
In return, I will open it to you.
The crowd of my service spirits
I will lead to your feet;
Handmaids of the lungs and magic
To you, beauty, I will give;
And for you from the eastern star
I will tear off the golden crown;
I'll take from the flowers the dew of the midnight;
I will put him to sleep with that dew;
A ray of ruddy sunset
Your waist, like a ribbon, a shoe,
Breath of pure aroma
I will drink the surrounding air;
All the hour a wondrous game
I will cherish your hearing;
I will build lush palaces
From turquoise and amber;
I will sink to the bottom of the sea
I will fly over the clouds
I will give you everything, everything earthly -
Love me!..

And he is slightly
Touched with hot lips
Her quivering lips;
Temptation with full speeches
He answered her pleas.
A mighty gaze looked into her eyes!
He burned her. In the darkness of the night
He shone right above her,
Irresistible like a dagger.
Alas! the evil spirit triumphed!
The deadly poison of his kiss
Instantly penetrated her chest.
An agonizing, terrible cry
The night was outraged by the silence.
It contained everything: love, suffering.
Rebuke with a final supplication
And a hopeless goodbye
Farewell to the young life.

At that time the midnight watchman,
One around the wall is steep
Silently accomplished the accustomed path.
Wandered around with a cast iron board
And near the cell of the young maiden
He tamed his measured step
And a hand over a cast-iron board,
Confused by his soul, he stopped.
And through the surrounding silence,
It seemed to him, he heard
A consonant kiss of two lips,
Minute cry and faint moan.
And unholy doubt
Penetrated into the heart of the old man ...
But another moment passed
And everything was quiet; from afar
Just a breath of breeze
The murmur of leaves brought
Yes, with the dark shore it is sad
The mountain river whispered.
The canon of the saint
He hurries to read in fear,
So that the obsession of an evil spirit
Drive away from sinful thoughts;
Baptizes with trembling fingers
Dream excited chest
And silently with quick steps
The usual one continues on its way.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Like a sleeping sweet peri,
She lay in her coffin,
Whiter and cleaner bedspreads
There was the languid color of her brow.
Eyelashes down forever ...
But who would, oh heaven! didn't say
That the gaze beneath them only dozed
And, wonderful, I just expected
Or a kiss, or a day?
But the useless ray of daylight
Glided over them with a stream of gold,
In vain them in silent sorrow
Relatives kissed their lips ...
No! death eternal seal
Nothing can really rip off!

Never been in the days of fun
So colorful and rich
Tamara's festive outfit.
Flowers of the birthplace
(So the ancient requires a rite)
They pour their scent over her
And, squeezed by a dead hand.
How to say goodbye to the earth!
And nothing in her face
Didn't hint at the end
In the heat of passion and rapture;
And there were all her features
Full of that beauty
Like marble, foreign expression.
Deprived of feeling and mind
Mysterious, like death itself.
A strange smile froze
Flashing through her lips.
She spoke about many sad things
She to watchful eyes:
There was cold contempt in her
A soul ready to bloom
Last thought expression
Forgive soundless earth.
A vain glimpse of the old life
She was even deader
More hopeless for the heart
Forever faded eyes.
So at the solemn hour of sunset,
When, melting into a sea of gold,
The chariot of the day is gone,
Snows of the Caucasus, for a moment
Keeping the ebb tide,
Shine in the dark distance
But this ray is half-alive
In the desert he will not find a reflection,
And he will not illuminate anyone's path
From its icy summit! ..

A crowd of neighbors and relatives
Already gathered in a sad way.
Tearing the gray curls,
Silently striking the chest
Gudal sits down for the last time
On a white-maned horse,
And the train started. Three days.
Their journey will last three nights:
Between the old grandfather's bones
The deceased's shelter was dug for her.
One of the forefathers of Gudal,
Robber of strangers and sat down,
When the disease bound him
And the hour of repentance has come
Past sins in redemption
He promised to build a church
On the height of granite rocks
Where only the blizzards can be heard singing,
Where only the kite flew.
And soon between the snows of Kazbek
A lonely temple has risen
And bones evil person
Calm down there again;
And turned into a graveyard
A rock native to the clouds:
As if closer to heaven
Is the posthumous dwelling warmer? ..
As if farther from people
The last dream will not be outraged ...
In vain! dead will not dream
Neither the sadness nor the joy of the past.

I clung to my guardian chest,
Drowning horror with prayer,
Tamara is a sinful soul -
The fate of the future was decided
Before her again he stood,
But god! - who would have recognized him?
With what wicked look he looked,
How full of deadly poison
A hostility that knows no end -
And there was a grave chill
From a motionless face.
"Disappear, dark spirit of doubt! -
The messenger of heaven answered: -
You have been triumphant enough;
But the hour of judgment has now come -
And the blessing of God is the decision!
The days of testing are over;
With the clothes of the perishable earth
The shackles of evil fell from her.
Find out! we have been waiting for her for a long time!
Her soul was one of those
Whose life is one moment
Unbearable torment
Inaccessible pleasures:
Creator from the best ether
Weaved their living strings,
They are not made for the world
And the world was not created for them!
Redeemed at a cruel price
She has her doubts ...
She suffered and loved -
And paradise has opened for love! "

And an angel with stern eyes
I looked at the tempter
And, joyfully flapping its wings,
Drowned in the radiance of the sky.
And cursed the Demon defeated
Your crazy dreams,
And again he remained, arrogant,
Alone as before in the universe
Without hope and love! ..
___

On the side of a stone mountain
Over the Koishaur valley
They still stand to this day
The battlements of the ancient ruins.
Scary stories for children
There are still stories full of them ...
Like a ghost, a silent monument
Witness of those magical days.
It turns black between the trees.
The aul crumbled below.
The earth blooms and turns green;
And the voices are a discordant hum
Lost and caravans
They go, ringing, from afar,
And, falling through the mists,
The river glistens and foams.
And life forever young.
Cool, sun and spring
Nature amuses herself jokingly
Like a carefree child.

But sad is the castle that has served
Once upon a time in turn,
Like a poor old man who survived
Friends and lovely family.
And just waiting for the moon to rise
Its invisible occupants:
Then they have a holiday and freedom!
Buzz, run to all ends.
A gray-haired spider, a new hermit,
Spins the webs of its foundations;
Green lizards family
He plays merrily on the roof;
And a careful snake
Crawls out of the dark gap
On the stove of the old porch
Then suddenly it will slip into three rings,
It will lie in a long strip
And shines like a damask sword,
Forgotten in the field of old slaughter,
Unnecessary for the fallen hero! ..
Everything is wild; no traces anywhere
Years bygone: the hand of centuries
Diligently, swept them away for a long time,
And will not remind you of anything
About the glorious name of Gudal,
About his dear daughter!

But the church is on a steep top
Where the bones of their earth are taken,
We keep the power of the saint,
It is still visible between the clouds.
And they stand at the gate
Black granites are on guard
Snow-covered cloaks;
And on their chest instead of armor
Eternal ice is burning.
Falls sleepy bulk
From ledges like waterfalls
Suddenly seized by frost,
Hanging around, frowning.
And there a blizzard goes on watch,
Blowing dust off the gray walls,
That starts a long song,
It calls out to the sentinels;
Hearing the lead in the distance
About a wonderful temple in that country
From the east the clouds are one
They rush in a crowd to worship;
But over a family of tombstones
Nobody has been sad for a long time.
The rock of the gloomy Kazbek
Eagerly guards prey,
And the eternal murmur of man
Their eternal peace will not upset.

Sad Demon, spirit of exile,

Flew over the sinful land

And better days of remembrance

They were crowded before him;

Those days when in the dwelling of light

He shone, pure cherub,

When a running comet

With a smile of gentle greetings

I loved to trade with him

When through eternal mists

Greedy cognition, he followed

Nomadic caravans

In the space of the thrown luminaries;

When he believed and loved

Happy firstborn of creation!

I knew neither anger nor doubt,

And did not threaten his mind

A series of barren centuries ...

And many, many ... and everything

He did not have the strength to remember!

Long ago an outcast wandered

In the wilderness of a world without shelter:

Century followed the century,

As in a minute, a minute,

Monotonous succession.

Worthless ruling the land,

He sowed evil without delight.

Nowhere to your art

He met no resistance -

And evil bored him.

And over the peaks of the Caucasus

The exile of paradise flew by:

Under him Kazbek, like the edge of a diamond,

Shone with eternal snows,

And, deep below blackening,

Like a crack, the dwelling of a serpent,

Radiant Darial curled,

And Terek, jumping like a lioness

With a shaggy mane on the ridge,

It roared - both the mountain beast and the bird,

Swirling in the azure heights

They listened to the word of the waters;

And golden clouds

From southern countries, from afar

He was escorted to the north;

And the rocks are a crowded crowd,

Full of mysterious slumber

They bowed their heads over him,

Following the flickering waves;

And the towers of the castles on the rocks

They looked menacingly through the mists -

At the gates of the Caucasus on the clock

Guardian giants!

And wild and strange was around

The whole world of God; but a proud spirit

Contemptuous eye

Creation of his god,

And on his high forehead

Nothing was reflected.

And before him a different picture

Living beauties blossomed:

Luxurious Georgia Valley

The carpet is spread out in the distance;

Happy, lush end of the earth!

Pillar rains

Ringing streams

Along the bottom of multi-colored stones,

And the bushes of roses, where are the nightingales

Singing beauties, unrequited

Chinar spreading canopy,

Crowned with dense ivy,

Caves where on a scorching day

Timid deer are lurking;

And shine and life and noise of sheets,

The breath of a thousand plants!

And a voluptuous heat for half a day,

And fragrant dew

Always wet nights

And the stars are bright as eyes

As the gaze of a young Georgian woman! ..

But besides cold envy,

Nature's shine is not aroused

In the chest of an exile barren

No new feelings, no new strength;

And everything that he saw before him

He despised or hated.

High house, wide courtyard

The gray-haired Gudal built himself ...

It cost a lot of work and tears

Obedient slaves for a long time.

In the morning on the slope of the neighboring mountains

Shadows fall from its walls.

Steps have been cut into the rock;

They are from the corner tower

Lead to the river, flickering along them,

Covered with a white veil Cover. (Lermontov's note)

Princess Tamara young

He goes to Aragva to get water.

Always silent to the valleys

The gloomy house looked from the cliff;

But a great feast is in it today -

Sounds zurná Like bagpipes. (Lermontov's note) and the veins are pouring -

Buzzed his daughter,

He summoned the whole family to a feast.

On the carpeted roof

The bride sits between her friends:

Amid games and songs, their leisure

It passes. By the distant mountains

The sun is already hidden in a semicircle;

Striking in the palm of your hand,

They sing - and their tambourine

The young bride takes.

And here she is, with one hand

Circling it over your head

Then suddenly it rushes lighter than a bird,

It will stop, - looks -

And her wet gaze glistens

From under the envious eyelashes;

That black eyebrow will lead

Then suddenly it bends a little,

And glides on the carpet, floats

Her divine leg;

And she smiles

Full of children's fun.

But the ray of the moon, on the unsteady moisture

Playing a little at times

Hardly compares to that smile

Like life, like youth, alive.

I swear by the midnight star

A ray of sunset and east

Ruler of Persia golden

And not a single king of the earth

I have not kissed such an eye;

Harem splashing fountain

Never hot sometimes

With its pearl dew

I did not wash such a camp!

Still no earthly hand

Wandering over a sweet brow,

I didn’t unravel such hair;

Since the world lost its paradise

I swear she's so beautiful

The south did not bloom under the sun.

She danced for the last time.

Alas! the morning was expecting

Her, the heiress of Gudal,

Freedom frisky child

A sad fate of a slave

Fatherland, foreign to this day,

And an unfamiliar family.

And often a secret doubt

Darkened light features;

And there were all her movements

So slim, full of expression

So full of sweet simplicity

What if the Demon, flying,

At that time I looked at her,

That, remembering the former brothers,

He turned away b - and sighed ...

And the Demon saw ... For a moment

Inexplicable excitement

He suddenly felt in himself.

The dumb soul of his wilderness

Filled with a blessed sound -

And again he comprehended the shrine

Love, kindness and beauty! ..

And a long sweet picture

He admired - and dreams

About the former happiness in a long chain,

As if there is a star behind the star,

They rolled before him then.

Chained by an unseen force

He became familiar with new sadness;

In him a feeling suddenly spoke

Once a native language.

Was that a sign of rebirth?

He words of insidious temptation

I could not find it in my mind ...

Forget? - God did not give oblivion:

And he would not have taken oblivion! ..

. . . . . . . . . .

Having exhausted the good horse,

To the wedding feast by the end of the day

The impatient groom was in a hurry.

Aragva bright he is happy

Reached the green shores.

Under the heavy burden of gifts

Barely, barely stepping over

Behind him a long row of camels

The road stretches, flickering:

Their bells are ringing.

He himself, the ruler of the Synodal,

A rich caravan leads.

A dexterous camp is tightened with a belt;

Saber and dagger frame

Shines in the sun; behind the back

A shotgun with a cut-out notch.

The wind plays with its sleeves

His crap Outerwear with fold-over sleeves. (Lermontov's note)- all around she

All galloon is lined.

Embroidered with colored silks

His saddle; bridle with tassels;

Beneath him, a dashing horse covered in soap

Priceless suit, gold.

Frisky pet of Karabakh

Spinning ears and full of fear,

Snoring sideways from the steepness

On the foam of a galloping wave.

Dangerous, the coastal path is narrow!

The cliffs to the left

To the right deep into the rebellious river.

It's too late. At the top of the snow

The blush goes out; a fog arose ...

The caravan quickened its pace.

And here is the chapel on the road ...

Here for a long time will rest in God

Some kind of prince, now a saint,

Killed by a vengeful hand.

Since then, for a holiday or for a battle,

Wherever the traveler is in a hurry,

Always earnest prayer

He brought it at the chapel;

And that prayer saved

From a Muslim dagger.

But the daring groom despised

The custom of their great-grandfathers.

By his insidious dream

The crafty Demon outraged:

He is in his thoughts, under the darkness of the night,

He kissed the lips of the bride.

Suddenly two flashed ahead,

And more - a shot! - what?..

Standing up on the ringing The stirrups of the Georgians are like shoes made of resounding metal. (Lermontov's note) stirrups,

Pulling their papa over their eyebrows, Hat, like a yerivanka. (Lermontov's note)

The brave prince did not utter a word;

A Turkish trunk flashed in my hand,

Whip click - and like an eagle

He rushed ... and the shot again!

And a wild cry and a dull groan

Raced in the depths of the valley -

The battle did not last long:

Timid Georgians were running!

Everything has calmed down; crowded together

On the corpses of riders sometimes

The camels gazed with horror;

And dull in the silence of the steppe

Their bells were ringing.

Lavish caravan plundered;

And over the bodies of Christians

The night bird draws circles!

No peaceful tomb awaits them

Under a layer of monastery slabs,

Where the ashes of their fathers were buried;

Sisters with mothers will not come,

Covered in long veils

With longing, sobbing and pleading,

On their coffin from distant places!

But with a diligent hand

Here by the road, above the rock

A cross will be placed in memory;

And ivy overgrown in the spring

It will be wrapped around it, caressing

Its emerald mesh;

And, having turned off the difficult road,

More than once a tired pedestrian

He will rest under the shadow of God ...

A horse rushes faster than a doe,

Snores and breaks as if to fight;

Then suddenly he will siege at a gallop,

Will listen to the breeze

Widening nostrils;

That, hitting the ground at once

Ringing thorns of hooves,

Waving a disheveled mane,

Flying forward without memory.

There is a silent rider on it!

He beats on the saddle at times,

Leaning on his mane with his head.

He does not rule over the reasons,

I put my feet in the stirrups

And blood in wide streams

On his saddlecloth is visible.

Dashing horse, you are the master

I took it out of the battle like an arrow

But the evil bullet Ossetian

I caught up with him in the darkness!

In the Gudala family, weeping and moaning,

People crowd in the yard:

Whose horse has rushed over fired

And fell on the stones at the gate?

Who is this breathless horseman?

They kept a trace of the abusive alarm

Dark brow wrinkles.

Blood on weapons and clothes;

In the last maddening shake

The hand on the mane froze.

Not long for the young groom,

Bride, your gaze was expecting:

He kept the princely word,

He rode to the wedding feast ...

Alas! but never again

Will not sit on a dashing horse! ..

For a carefree family

God's punishment flew like thunder!

I fell on my bed

Poor Tamara sobs;

Tear after tear

The chest is high and breathing difficult;

And now she seems to hear

“Don't cry, child! do not cry in vain!

Your tear on a mute corpse

Living dew will not fall:

She only fogs up the clear gaze,

Virgin Lanita burns!

He's far away, he won't know

Will not appreciate your melancholy;

Heavenly light now caresses

The ethereal gaze of his eyes;

He hears paradise tunes ...

That life is petty dreams

And the moan and tears of the poor maiden

For a guest of the heavenly side?

No, the lot of mortal creation,

Trust me, my earthly angel,

Not worth a moment

Your sorrow, dear!

"On the air ocean,

Without a rudder and without sails,

Float quietly in the fog

Slender choirs of luminaries;

Among the boundless fields

They walk in the sky without a trace

Clouds elusive

Fiber flocks.

Parting hour, goodbye hour -

They are neither joy nor sorrow;

They have no desire in the future,

And the past is not a pity.

On a day of painful misfortune

Just remember them;

Be to the earthly without participation

And as careless as they are!

"Only the night with its veil

The upper Caucasus will overshadow

Only peace, with a magic word

Fascinated, will be silent;

Only the wind over the rock

Withered, stirring the grass,

And the bird hidden in it

Flutters in the darkness more fun;

And under the vine,

Swallowing the dew of heaven greedily,

The flower will bloom at night;

Only golden month

From behind the mountain it will quietly rise

And he will look at you furtively, -

I will fly to you;

I will stay until the day

And on silk eyelashes

Make golden dreams ... "

The words fell silent in the distance

Following the sound, the sound died.

She leaps up and looks around ...

Inexpressible confusion

In her chest; sadness, fear,

Delight ardor is nothing in comparison.

All the feelings in her were seething suddenly;

The soul tore its shackles

She thought she still sounded.

And before the morning a dream is desired

Tired eyes closed;

But he angered her thought

A prophetic and strange dream.

The stranger is foggy and dumb,

Shining unearthly beauty,

The head of the bed bent over her;

And his gaze with such love,

I looked at her so sadly,

As if he regretted her.

It was not a celestial angel,

Her Divine Guardian:

Circlet of Rainbow Rays

Didn't decorate it with curls.

It was not a terrible spirit of hell,

Vicious martyr - oh no!

It looked like a clear evening:

Neither day nor night - neither darkness nor light!

Part I

Sad Demon, spirit of exile,
Flew over the sinful land
And better days of remembrance
They were crowded before him;
Those days when in the dwelling of light
He shone, pure cherub,
When a running comet
With a smile of gentle greetings
I loved to trade with him
When through eternal mists
Greedy cognition, he followed
Nomadic caravans
In the space of the thrown luminaries;
When he believed and loved
Happy firstborn of creation!
I knew neither anger nor doubt,
And did not threaten his mind
A series of barren centuries ...
And many, many ... and everything
He did not have the strength to remember!

Long ago an outcast wandered
In the wilderness of a world without shelter:
Century followed the century,
As in a minute, a minute,
Monotonous succession.
Worthless ruling the land,
He sowed evil without delight,
Nowhere to your art
He met no resistance -
And evil bored him.

And over the peaks of the Caucasus
The exile of paradise flew by:
Under him Kazbek, like the edge of a diamond,
Shone with eternal snows,
And, deep below blackening,
Like a crack, the dwelling of a serpent,
Radiant Darial curled,
And Terek, jumping like a lioness
With a shaggy mane on the ridge,
It roared, - and a mountain beast and a bird,
Swirling in the azure heights
They listened to the word of the waters;
And golden clouds
From southern countries, from afar
He was escorted to the north;
And the rocks are a crowded crowd,
Full of mysterious slumber
They bowed their heads over him,
Following the flickering waves;
And the towers of the castles on the rocks
They looked menacingly through the mists -
At the gates of the Caucasus on the clock
Guardian giants!
And wild and strange was around
The whole world of God; but a proud spirit
Contemptuous eye
Creation of his god,
And on his high forehead
Nothing was reflected

And before him a different picture
Living beauties blossomed:
Luxurious Georgia Valley
The carpet is spread out in the distance;
Happy, lush end of the earth!
Pillar rains
Ringing streams
Along the bottom of multi-colored stones,
And the bushes of roses, where are the nightingales
Singing beauties, unrequited
To the sweet voice of their love;
Chinar spreading canopy,
Crowned with dense ivy,
Caves where on a scorching day
Timid deer are lurking;
And shine, and life, and the noise of sheets,
Hundred-sounding dialect of voices
The breath of a thousand plants!
And a voluptuous heat for half a day,
And fragrant dew
Always wet nights
And the stars are bright as eyes
As the gaze of a young Georgian woman! ..
But besides cold envy,
Nature's shine is not aroused
In the chest of an exile barren
No new feelings, no new strength;
And all that he saw before him
He despised or hated.

High house, wide courtyard
The gray-haired Gudal built himself ...
It cost a lot of work and tears
Obedient slaves for a long time.
In the morning on the slope of the neighboring mountains
Shadows fall from its walls.
Steps have been cut into the rock;
They are from the corner tower
Lead to the river, flickering along them,
Covered with a white chador 1,
Princess Tamara young
He goes to Aragva to get water.

Always silent to the valleys
The gloomy house looked from the cliff;
But a great feast is in it today -
Zurna 2 sounds, and guilt pours -
Buzzed his daughter,
He summoned the whole family to a feast.
On the carpeted roof
The bride sits between her friends:
Amid games and songs, their leisure
It passes. By the distant mountains
The sun is already hidden in a semicircle;
Striking in the palm of your hand,
They sing - and their tambourine
The young bride takes.
And here she is, with one hand
Circling it over your head
Then suddenly it rushes lighter than a bird,
It stops, looks -
And her wet gaze glistens
From under the envious eyelashes;
That black eyebrow will lead
Then suddenly it bends a little,
And glides on the carpet, floats
Her divine leg;
And she smiles
Children's fun is full
But the ray of the moon, on the unsteady moisture
Playing a little at times
Hardly compares to that smile
Like life, like youth, alive.

I swear by the midnight star
A ray of sunset and east
Ruler of Persia golden
And not a single king of the earth
I have not kissed such an eye;
Harem splashing fountain
Never hot sometimes
With its pearl dew
I did not wash such a camp!
Still no earthly hand
Wandering over a sweet brow,
I didn’t unravel such hair;
Since the world lost its paradise
I swear she's so beautiful
The south did not bloom under the sun.

She danced for the last time.
Alas! the morning was expecting
Her, the heiress of Gudal,
Freedom frisky child
A sad fate of a slave
Fatherland, foreign to this day,
And an unfamiliar family.
And often a secret doubt
Darkened light features;
And there were all her movements
So slim, full of expression
So full of sweet simplicity
What if the Demon, flying,
At that time I looked at her,
That, remembering the former brothers,
He turned away b - and sighed ...

And the Demon saw ... For a moment
Inexplicable excitement
He suddenly felt in himself,
The dumb soul of his wilderness
Filled with a blessed sound -
And again he comprehended the shrine
Love, kindness and beauty!
And a long sweet picture
He admired - and dreams
About the former happiness in a long chain,
As if there is a star behind the star,
They rolled before him then.
Chained by an unseen force
He became familiar with new sadness;
In him a feeling suddenly spoke
Once a native language.
Was that a sign of rebirth?
He words of insidious temptation
I could not find it in my mind ...
Forget? - God did not give oblivion:
And he would not have taken oblivion! ..
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Having exhausted the good horse,
To the wedding feast by the end of the day
The impatient groom was in a hurry.
Aragva bright he is happy
Reached the green shores.
Under the heavy burden of gifts
Barely, barely stepping over
Behind him a long row of camels
The road stretches, flickering:
Their bells are ringing.
He himself, the ruler of the Synodal,
A rich caravan leads.
A dexterous camp is tightened with a belt;
Saber and dagger frame
Shines in the sun; behind the back
A shotgun with a cut-out notch.
The wind plays with its sleeves
His chuhi 3, - all around she
All galloon is lined.
Embroidered with colored silks
His saddle; bridle with tassels;
Beneath him, a dashing horse covered in soap
Priceless suit, gold.
Frisky pet of Karabakh
Spinning ears and full of fear,
Snoring sideways from the steepness
On the foam of a galloping wave.
Dangerous, the coastal path is narrow!
The cliffs to the left
To the right deep into the rebellious river.
It's too late. At the top of the snow
The blush goes out; a fog arose ...
The caravan quickened its pace.

And here is the chapel on the road ...
Here for a long time will rest in God
Some kind of prince, now a saint,
Killed by a vengeful hand.
Since then, for a holiday or for a battle,
Wherever the traveler is in a hurry,
Always earnest prayer
He brought it at the chapel;
And that prayer saved
From a Muslim dagger.
But the daring groom despised
The custom of their great-grandfathers.
By his insidious dream
The crafty Demon outraged:
He is in his thoughts, under the darkness of the night,
He kissed the lips of the bride.
Suddenly two flashed ahead,
And more - a shot! - what?..
Standing up on the resounding 4 stirrups,
Pulling the pap on the eyebrows, 5
The brave prince did not utter a word;
A Turkish trunk flashed in my hand,
A whip click - and, like an eagle,
He rushed ... and the shot again!
And the wild cry and the deaf groan
Raced in the depths of the valley -
The battle did not last long:
Timid Georgians were running!

A horse rushes faster than a doe,
Snores and breaks, as if to fight;
Then suddenly he will siege at a gallop,
Will listen to the breeze
Widening nostrils;
That, hitting the ground at once
Ringing thorns of hooves,
Waving a disheveled mane,
Flying forward without memory.
There is a silent rider on it!
He beats on the saddle at times,
Leaning on his mane with his head.
He does not rule over the reasons,
I put my feet in the stirrups
And blood in wide streams
On his saddlecloth is visible.
Dashing horse, you are the master
I took it out of the battle like an arrow
But the evil bullet Ossetian
I caught up with him in the darkness!

For a carefree family
God's punishment flew like thunder!
I fell on my bed
Poor Tamara sobs;
Tear after tear
The chest is high and breathing difficult;
And now she seems to hear
Magic voice above yourself:
“Don't cry, child! do not cry in vain!
Your tear on a mute corpse
Living dew will not fall:
She only fogs up the clear gaze,
Virgin Lanita burns!
He's far away, he won't know
Will not appreciate your melancholy;
Heavenly light now caresses
The ethereal gaze of his eyes;
He hears paradise tunes ...
That life is petty dreams
And the moan and tears of the poor maiden
For a guest of the heavenly side?
No, the lot of mortal creation,
Trust me, my earthly angel,
Not worth a moment
Your sorrow, dear!
On the air ocean
Without a rudder and without sails,
Float quietly in the fog
Slender choirs of luminaries;
Among the boundless fields
They walk in the sky without a trace
Clouds elusive
Fiber flocks.
Parting hour, goodbye hour -
They are neither joy nor sorrow;
They have no desire in the future
And the past is not a pity.
On a day of painful misfortune
Just remember them;
Be to the earthly without participation
And as careless as they are!
Only the night is its cover
The upper Caucasus will overshadow
Only peace, with a magic word
Fascinated, will be silent;
Only the wind over the rock
Withered, stirring the grass,
And the bird hidden in it
Flutters in the darkness more fun;
And under the vine,
Swallowing the dew of heaven greedily,
The flower will bloom at night;
Only golden month
From behind the mountain it will quietly rise
And he will look at you furtively, -
I will fly to you;
I will stay until the day
And on silk eyelashes
Make golden dreams ... "

The words fell silent in the distance
Following the sound, the sound died.
She jumped up and looked around ...
Inexpressible confusion
In her chest; sadness, fear,
Delight ardor is nothing in comparison.
All the feelings in her were seething suddenly;
The soul tore its shackles
The fire ran through my veins,
And this voice is wonderfully new,
She thought she still sounded.
And before the morning a dream is desired
Tired eyes closed;
But he angered her thought
A prophetic and strange dream.
The stranger is foggy and dumb,
Shining unearthly beauty,
The head of the bed bent over her;
And his gaze with such love,
I looked at her so sadly,
As if he regretted her.
It was not a celestial angel
Her Divine Guardian:
Circlet of Rainbow Rays
Didn't decorate it with curls.
It was not a terrible spirit of hell,
Vicious martyr - oh no!
It looked like a clear evening:
Neither day nor night - neither darkness nor light! ..

Part 2

"Father, father, leave the threats,
Don't scold your Tamara;
I cry: you see these tears
They are not the first.
In vain the suitors crowd
They hurry here from distant places.
There are many brides in Georgia;
And I won't be anybody's wife! ..
Oh, do not abuse me, father.
You yourself noticed: day after day
I fade, a victim of an evil poison!
I am tormented by an evil spirit
An irresistible dream;
I am dying, have pity on me!
Give it to the sacred abode
Her reckless daughter;
A savior will protect me there,
Before him I will shed my longing,
There is no fun in the world ...
Shrines in the fall of the world,
Let the gloomy cell take
Like a coffin, advance me ... "

In the cool between two hills
The saint's monastery was hidden.
Chinar and poplars in rows
He was surrounded - and at times,
When the night fell in the gorge,
Through them flashed, in the windows of the cell,
The lamp of the young sinner.
All around, in the shade of almond trees,
Where there is a row of sad crosses,
The silent guardians of the tombs
The choirs of light birds were sung.
They jumped over the stones, made noise
Keys like a cold wave
And under the overhanging rock,
Merging amicably into the gorge,
Rolled on, between the bushes,
Frosty flowers.

But, full of criminal thought,
Tamara's heart is not available
Pure delights. In front of her
The whole world is dressed in a sullen shadow;
And all her in him is an excuse for torment
And the ray of the morning and the darkness of the nights.
It used to be only sleepy nights
The coolness will sweep the ground
Before the divine icon
She will fall in madness
And cries; and in the silence of the night
Her heavy sobbing
The attention disturbs the traveler;
And he thinks: “That mountain spirit
Chained in a cave groans! "
And empathetic straining the ear,
He drives the exhausted horse.

Full of longing and awe,
Tamara is often at the window
Sits in thought alone
And looks into the distance with a diligent eye,
And the whole day, sighing, he waits ...
Someone whispers to her: he will come!
No wonder her dreams caressed her,
No wonder he appeared to her,
With eyes full of sorrow
And the wonderful tenderness of the speeches.
She has been languishing for many days
Without knowing why;
Will the saints want to pray -
And the heart prays to him;
Tired of the constant struggle
Will I bow down on the bed of sleep:
The pillow burns, it's stuffy, scary,
And all, jumping up, she trembles;
Her chest and shoulders are burning,
No strength to breathe, fog in the eyes,
Hugs are eagerly looking for a meeting
Lobsans melt on the lips ...
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Of the evening haze air cover
Already dressed the hills of Georgia.
Sweet obedient habit,
The Demon flew into offense.
But for a long, long time he did not dare
A shrine of a peaceful shelter
Violate. And there was a minute
When he seemed ready
Leave the intent cruel
Thoughtful against the high wall
He wanders: from his steps
Without the wind, the leaf trembles in the shade.
He looked up: her window,
Illuminated by a lamp, shines;
She has been waiting for someone for a long time!
And now in the midst of the general silence
Chingura 1 slender rattling
And the sounds of the song rang out;
And those sounds poured, poured,
Like tears, measured one after another;
And this song was tender
As if for the earth she
Was folded in the sky!
Isn't it an angel with a forgotten friend
I wanted to see you again,
I stealthily flew here
And sang about the past to him,
To delight his torment? ..
The longing of love, its excitement
Comprehended the Demon for the first time;
He wants to leave in fear ...
His wing doesn't move!
And, a miracle! from faded eyes
A heavy tear rolls down ...
To this day, near the cell of that
Burned through the stone is visible
With a tear as hot as a flame
An inhuman tear! ..

“A restless spirit, a vicious spirit,
Who called you in the darkness of midnight?
Your fans are not here
Evil has not breathed here to this day;
To my love, to my shrine
Don't leave a criminal trail.
Who called you? "
In response to him
The evil spirit chuckled slyly;
The look grew hot with jealousy;
And again I woke up in his soul
The poison of old hatred.
"She is mine! - he said menacingly, -
Leave her, she is mine!
You came, defender, late,
And she, like me, you are not a judge.
A heart full of pride
I have put my stamp;
Your shrine is no longer here
Here I own and love! "
And an angel with sad eyes
I looked at the poor victim
And slowly, flapping its wings,
He drowned in the air of the sky.
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Tamara
O! who are you? your speech is dangerous!
Did hell or heaven send you to me?
What do you want?..

Daemon
You are beautiful!

Tamara
But say who are you? answer ...

Daemon
I am the one that I listened to
You're in the midnight silence
Whose thought whispered to your soul,
Whose sadness you vaguely guessed
Whose image I saw in a dream.
I am the one whose gaze destroys hope;
I am the one that nobody loves;
I am the scourge 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'm at your feet!
I brought you in tenderness
A quiet prayer of love
Earthly first torment
And my first tears.
O! listen - out of regret!
Me good and heaven
You could return with a word.
Your love as a holy veil
Dressed I would appear there
Like a new angel in a new splendor;
O! just listen, I pray, -
I am your slave - I love you!
As soon as I saw you -
And secretly suddenly hated
Immortality and my power.
I envied involuntarily
Incomplete earthly joy;
Not living like you, it hurt me
And it's scary - it's different to live with you.
In a bloodless heart, an unexpected ray
It's gotten warm again,
And sadness at the bottom of an old wound
Moved like a snake.
What is this eternity to me without you?
My domain is infinity?
Empty sonorous words
An extensive temple - without a deity!

Tamara
Leave me, O evil spirit!
Be quiet, I do not believe the enemy ...
The Creator ... Alas! I can not
Praying ... deadly poison
My weakening mind is embraced!
Listen, you're going to ruin me;
Your words are fire and poison ...
Tell me why you love me!

Daemon
Why, beauty? Alas,
I don't know! .. Full of new life,
From my criminal head
I proudly took off the crown of thorns,
I threw everything past into dust:
My heaven, my hell is in your eyes.
I love you with an unearthly passion
How to love you cannot:
All the rapture, all the power
Immortal thoughts and dreams.
In my soul, from the beginning of the world,
Your image has been printed
He was running in front of me
In the deserts of the eternal ether.
For a long time disturbing my thought,
The name sounded sweet to me;
In the days of bliss, I am in paradise
One was missing you.
O! if you could understand
What a bitter languor
All my life, centuries without division
And enjoy and suffer
Do not expect praise for evil,
No reward for good;
Live for yourself, miss yourself
And this eternal struggle
No celebration, no reconciliation!
To always regret and not wish
Know everything, feel everything, see everything,
Try to hate everything
And despise everything in the world! ..
Only God's curse
Fulfilled, from the same day
Nature's hot embrace
Have cooled forever for me;
The space before me turned blue;
I saw the wedding dress
Luminaries, familiar to me for a long time ...
They flowed in crowns of gold;
But what then? former brother
Not a single one recognized.
Exiles, their own kind,
I began to call in despair,
But words and faces and eyes of evil,
Alas! I didn't recognize it myself.
And in fear I, flapping my wings,
He rushed - but where? why?
I don't know ... old friends,
I was rejected; how edem,
The world has become deaf and dumb for me.
At the free whim of the current
So damaged rook
No sails and no rudder
Floats, not knowing the destination;
So early in the morning
A fragment of a thundercloud,
In the azure silence turning black
Alone, not daring to pester anywhere,
Flies without a target and without a trace,
God knows where and where!
And I did not rule over people for long
I did not teach them sin for long,
All noble dishonored
And blasphemed all the beautiful;
Not for long ... the flame of pure faith
Easily forever I poured into them ...
Was it worth my labors
Are some fools and hypocrites?
And I hid in the gorges of the mountains;
And he began to wander like a meteor,
In the deep darkness of midnight ...
And the lonely traveler rushed
Deceived by a close fire;
And falling into the abyss with a horse,
I called in vain - and the trail is bloody
Behind him curled along the steepness ...
But malice is dark fun
I didn't like it for long!
Fighting a mighty hurricane
How often, raising ashes,
Dressed in lightning and fog
I raced noisily in the clouds
So that in the crowd of the elements of the rebellious
Drown out the murmur of the heart,
Escape from the inevitable thought
And forget the unforgettable!
What a tale of painful hardships,
Labor and troubles of the crowd of people
Generations to come, past generations,
Before one minute
My unrecognized torment?
What people? what is their life and work?
They have passed, they will pass ...
There is hope - the right judgment awaits:
He can forgive, even condemn!
Well my sadness is permanent here,
And there will be no end to her, like me;
And do not take a nap in her grave!
She then flies like a snake,
It burns and splashes like a flame
That crushes my thought like a stone -
The hopes of the dead and the passions
An indestructible mausoleum! ..

Tamara
Why do I need to know your sorrows
Why are you complaining to me?
You have sinned ...

Daemon
Is it against you?

Tamara
They can hear us! ..

Daemon
We are alone.

Tamara
And God!

Daemon
Will not cast a glance at us:
He is busy with the sky, not the earth!

Tamara
And the punishment, the torments of hell?

Daemon
So what then? You will be there with me!

Tamara
Whoever you are, my random friend, -
Destroying peace forever,
Involuntarily I am with mystery joy,
Sufferer, I'm listening to you.
But if your speech is crafty,
But if you, melting deception ...
O! have mercy! What glory?
What is my soul for?
Am I more dear to the sky?
Everyone you didn't see?
They, alas! beautiful too;
As here, their virgin bed
Not crumpled by a mortal hand ...
No! give me a fatal oath ...
Say - you see: I miss;
You see women's dreams!
You involuntarily caress fear in your soul ...
But you understood everything, you know everything -
And take pity, of course, you!
Swear to me ... from evil acquisitions
Now give a vow to renounce.
No vows, no promises
Are there no more inviolable? ..

Daemon
I swear on the first day of creation,
I swear on his last day
I swear by the shame of crime
And the triumph of eternal truth.
I swear by the fall of bitter anguish
Victory is a short dream;
I swear on a date with you
And again threatening separation.
I swear by a host of spirits
By the fate of the brethren that are subject to me,
By the swords of passionless angels,
My watchful enemies;
I swear by heaven and hell
An earthly shrine and you
I swear by your last look
With your first tear
Your gentle lips with breath,
A wave of silk curls
I swear by bliss and misery
I swear to my love:
I renounced the old vengeance
I have renounced proud thoughts;
From now on, the poison of insidious flattery
No one will disturb the mind;
I want to be reconciled with the sky,
I want to love, I want to pray
I want to believe in goodness.
I will erase with a tear of remorse
I have a brow worthy of you
Traces of heavenly fire -
And the world is quiet in ignorance
Let it bloom without me!
O! believe me: I am alone today
I comprehended and appreciated you:
Having chosen you as my shrine,
I have folded the power at your feet.
I wait for your love as a gift
And I will give you eternity in a moment;
Believe in love, as in malice, Tamara,
I am unchanging and great.
I am you, the free son of the ether,
I will take to the regions above the stars;
And you will be the queen of the world
My first friend;
No regret, no part
You will look at the ground,
Where there is no true happiness
No lasting beauty
Where there are only crimes and executions,
Where petty passion only live;
Where they do not know how without fear
Neither hate nor love.
Or don't you know what it is
People's minute love?
Young blood excitement, -
But the days go by and the blood freezes!
Who can resist separation
The temptation of a new beauty
Against tiredness and boredom
And the waywardness of dreams?
No! not for you, my friend,
Find out, appointed by fate
Fade silently in a tight circle
Jealous slave rudeness,
Among the faint-hearted and cold,
Feign friends and enemies
Fears and barren hopes,
Empty and painful work!
Sadly behind a high wall
You will not fade away without passion,
Among prayers, it is equally far
From the deity and from people.
Oh no, beautiful creature
To someone else you have been awarded;
A different suffering awaits you
Depth of other delights;
Leave your old desires
And the pitiful light of his fate:
Abyss of proud knowledge
In return, I will open it to you.
The crowd of my service spirits
I will lead to your feet;
Handmaids of the lungs and magic
To you, beauty, I will give;
And for you from the eastern star
I will tear off the golden crown;
I'll take from the flowers the dew of the midnight;
I will put him to sleep with that dew;
A ray of ruddy sunset
Your waist, like a ribbon, a shoe,
Breath of pure aroma
I will drink the surrounding air;
All the hour a wondrous game
I will cherish your hearing;
I will build lush palaces
From turquoise and amber;
I will sink to the bottom of the sea
I will fly over the clouds
I will give you everything, everything earthly -
Love me!..

And he is slightly
Touched with hot lips
Her quivering lips;
Temptation with full speeches
He answered her pleas.
A mighty gaze looked into her eyes!
He burned her. In the darkness of the night
He shone right above her,
Irresistible like a dagger.
Alas! the evil spirit triumphed!
The deadly poison of his kiss
Instantly penetrated her chest.
Agonizing terrible scream
The night was outraged by the silence.
It had everything: love, suffering,
Rebuke with a final supplication
And a hopeless goodbye
Farewell to young life,

At that time the midnight watchman,
One around the wall is steep
Silently completing the trajectory path,
Wandered around with a cast iron board
And near the cell of the young maiden
He tamed his measured step
And a hand over a cast-iron board,
Confused by his soul, he stopped.
And through the surrounding silence,
It seemed to him, he heard
A consonant kiss of two lips,
Minute cry and faint moan.
And unholy doubt
Penetrated into the heart of the old man ...
But another moment passed
And everything was quiet; from afar
Just a breath of breeze
The murmur of leaves brought
Yes, with the dark shore it is sad
The mountain river whispered.
The canon of the saint
He hurries to read in fear,
So that the obsession of an evil spirit
Drive away from sinful thoughts;
Baptizes with trembling fingers
Dream excited chest
And silently with quick steps
The usual one continues on its way.
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Never been in the days of fun
So colorful and rich
Tamara's festive outfit.
Flowers of the birthplace
(So the ancient requires a rite)
They pour their scent over her
And, squeezed by a dead hand,
How to say goodbye to the earth!
And nothing in her face
Didn't hint at the end
In the heat of passion and rapture;
And there were all her features
Full of that beauty
Like marble, foreign expression,
Deprived of feeling and mind
Mysterious, like death itself.
A strange smile froze
Flashing through her lips.
She spoke about many sad things
She to watchful eyes:
There was cold contempt in her
A soul ready to bloom
Last thought expression
Forgive soundless earth.
A vain glimpse of the old life
She was even deader
More hopeless for the heart
Forever faded eyes.
So at the solemn hour of sunset,
When, melting into a sea of gold,
The chariot of the day is gone,
Snows of the Caucasus, for a moment
Keeping the ebb tide,
Shine in the dark distance
But this ray is half-alive
In the desert he will not find a reflection,
And he will not illuminate anyone's path
From its icy summit!

A crowd of neighbors and relatives
Already gathered in a sad way.
Tearing the gray curls,
Silently striking the chest
Gudal sits down for the last time
On a white-maned horse.
And the train started. Three days,
Their journey will last three nights:
Between the old grandfather's bones
The deceased's shelter was dug for her.
One of the forefathers of Gudal,
Robber of strangers and sat down,
When the disease bound him
And the hour of repentance has come
Past sins in redemption
He promised to build a church
On the height of granite rocks
Where only the blizzards can be heard singing,
Where only the kite flew.
And soon between the snows of Kazbek
A lonely temple has risen
And the bones of an evil man
Rested there again;
And turned into a graveyard
A rock native to the clouds:
As if closer to heaven
Is the posthumous dwelling warmer? ..
As if farther from people
The last dream will not be indignant ...
In vain! dead will not dream
Neither the sadness nor the joy of the past.

In the space of blue ether
One of the saints' angels
Flying on golden wings
And a sinful soul from the world
He carried in his arms.
And with the sweet speech of hope
I drove her doubts away,
And a trace of misdemeanor and misery
With tears he washed off her.
From afar, the sounds of paradise
They heard - when suddenly,
Crossing the free path
A hellish spirit rose from the abyss.
He was as powerful as a noisy whirlwind,
Shone like a stream of lightning,
And proudly in insane audacity
He says: "She's mine!"
I clung to my guardian chest,
Drowning horror with prayer,
Tamara is a sinful soul.
The fate of the future was decided
Before her again he stood,
But god! - who would have recognized him?
With what wicked look he looked,
How full of deadly poison
A hostility that knows no end -
And there was a grave chill
From a motionless face.
“Disappear, dark spirit of doubt! -
The messenger of heaven answered: -
You have been triumphant enough;
But the hour of judgment has now come -
And the blessing of God is the decision!
The days of testing are over;
With the clothes of the perishable earth
The shackles of evil fell from her.
Find out! we have been waiting for her for a long time!
Her soul was one of those
Whose life is one moment
Unbearable torment
Inaccessible pleasures:
Creator from the best ether
Weaved their living strings,
They are not made for the world
And the world was not created for them!
Redeemed at a cruel price
She has her doubts ...
She suffered and loved -
And paradise has opened for love! "
And an angel with stern eyes
I looked at the tempter
And, joyfully flapping its wings,
Drowned in the radiance of the sky.
And cursed the Demon defeated
Your crazy dreams
And again he remained, arrogant,
Alone as before in the universe
Without hope and love! ..
On the side of a stone mountain
Over the Koishaur valley
They still stand to this day
The battlements of the ancient ruins.
Scary stories for children
Legends about them are still full ...
Like a ghost, a silent monument
Witness of those magical days
It turns black between the trees.
Aul crumbled below,
The earth blooms and turns green;
And the voices are a discordant hum
Lost and caravans
They go, ringing, from afar,
And, falling through the mists,
The river glistens and foams.
And life, forever young,
Cool, sun and spring
Nature amuses herself jokingly
Like a carefree child.
But sad is the castle that has served
Once upon a time in turn,
Like a poor old man who survived
Friends and lovely family.
And just waiting for the moon to rise
Its invisible occupants:
Then they have a holiday and freedom!
Buzz, run to all ends.
A gray-haired spider, a new hermit,
Spins the webs of its foundations;
Green lizards family
He plays merrily on the roof;
And a careful snake
Crawls out of the dark gap
On the stove of the old porch
Then suddenly it will slip into three rings,
It will lie in a long strip
And shines like a damask sword,
Forgotten in the field of old slaughter,
Unnecessary for the fallen hero! ..
Everything is wild; no traces anywhere
Years bygone: the hand of centuries
Diligently, swept them away for a long time,
And will not remind you of anything
About the glorious name of Gudal,
About his dear daughter!
But the church is on a steep top
Where the bones of their earth are taken,
We keep the power of the saint,
It is still visible between the clouds.
And they stand at the gate
Black granites are on guard
Snow-covered cloaks;
And on their chest instead of armor
Eternal ice is burning.
Falls sleepy bulk
From ledges like waterfalls
Suddenly seized by frost,
Hanging around, frowning.
And there a blizzard goes on watch,
Blowing dust off the gray walls,
That starts a long song,
It calls out to the sentinels;
Hearing the lead in the distance
About a wonderful temple in that country
From the east the clouds are one
They rush in a crowd to worship;
But over a family of tombstones
Nobody has been sad for a long time.
The rock of the gloomy Kazbek
Eagerly guards prey,
And the eternal murmur of man
Their eternal peace will not upset.

Analysis of the poem "Demon" by Lermontov

Lermontov was one of the first to develop the "demonic" theme in Russian literature. The topic of "demonism" occupied Lermontov from an early age. "Demonic images" appeared in many of the poet's works. He wrote the poem "The Demon" for about 12 years. The beginning of work dates back to 1829. The revision of 1838 is closest to the final text. Lermontov lived in the Caucasus and moved the scene of action there. The main character, Princess Tamara, appeared, based on the Georgian folk legend about an evil spirit. The poet continued to amend and finished the poem only in 1841.

Lermontov's image of a demon is inspired by his romantic ideas about a proud and rebellious lyrical hero. The poet tried to imagine the inner doubts and experiences of the evil spirit, to understand why he embarked on the path of evil. The demon is of biblical origin, he is a fallen angel who was cast by God into hell for his pride and desire for absolute power.

The poet's demon is more "human". He does not enjoy his power for long. The suggestion of sinful thoughts soon begins to bore him, especially since people do not try to fight him, but willingly listen to his instructions. Even in hell, the demon experiences acute loneliness. He becomes an outcast among the rest of Satan's servants. Having retired to the gloomy and inaccessible rocks, the demon finds temporary entertainment in killing lonely travelers.

In such a sad pastime, the demon notices the beautiful Tamara. It seemed to him that nothing could arouse any strong feelings in him. But the appearance of the young girl amazed even the gloomy demon. He is seized by an irresistible desire to master the soul of a beauty. He inspires her fiance with sinful thoughts, which leads to his death. Having got rid of the rival, the demon begins to visit Tamara in dreams in the guise of an unknown seducer. The princess is frightened by sinful thoughts, and she leaves for a monastery. But here, too, the demon does not give her rest. During the last decisive appearance, he drives out the angel guarding the girl and achieves her consent. Tamara does not renounce God, but she believes in love and that the demon can cleanse himself of evil with her. She surrenders to love and dies.

The demon triumphs over victory. He forgets about the oath and appears in his true guise. But Tamara's soul is already in the hands of an angel. Through the power of her love, she earned divine forgiveness. The demon is forced to retreat and admit defeat.

Lermontov's attitude towards the demon changes from sympathetic at the beginning to condemning at the end. The author himself destroys his idea of the possibility of the transformation of a demon under the influence of a strong feeling. The essence of the devil is unchanging, therefore he is powerless before the greatness of divine love.