ПОДРАЖАНИЯ

А. С. ПУШКИН

Приложение II

В. В. НАБОКОВ

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Unto myself i reared a monument not builded
By hands; a track thereto the peoples feet will threat;
Not alexander`s shaft is lofty as my pillar
That proudly lifts its splendid head.

Not wholly shall i die-but in the lyre my spirit
Shall, incorruptible and bodiless, survive -
And i shall know reknown as long as under heaven
one poet yet remains alive.

The rumor of my fame will seep through vasty Ryssia,
And all its people speak this name, whoselight shall reign
Alike for haughty Slav, and Finn, and savage Tingus,
And Kalmuck riders of the plain.

I shall be loved, and long the people will remember
The kindly thoughts I stirred- my musik`s brightest crown,
How in this cruel age i celebrated freedom,
And begged for ruth toward those cast down.

Oh, Muse, as ever, now obey your God`s commandments,
Of insult unafraid, to praise and slander cool,
Demanding no reward, sing on, but in your wisdom
Be silent when you meet a fool.