edge in
It's beside the vast waves.
He stood there with great thoughts.
The river flows in the canoe.
Rocking on the waves, desolate and lonely
On the wet shore covered with moss
A dark hut in the east and a place in the west.
Poor Finns live there.
The sun is hidden in thick fog.
A forest that has never seen the sun.
Make noise.
He thought
We will threaten Sweden from here.
A castle will be built here.
Embarrass an arrogant neighbor
Nature opened a window here.
We open it, and it leads to Europe.
Right by the sea, we need to stand firm.
Sailing boats from all countries will gather together.
Travel on this new sea voyage
We will dance in the Great sea and the sky.
This young city has gone through one hundred years.
It has become a pearl and miracle in the north.
From the dark Woods, from the swamp
It lifted the head of the magnificent and proud coast.
There used to be only Finnish fishermen here.
Like a naturally unhappy stepson.
Alone near the low humidity river bank
Throw his worn fishing net in.
Unfathomable water, but now
The coast is full of life.
Symmetrical palaces and shelves
Gather together in droves.
Ships come from all corners of the world.
Run to this rich port and pier.
Neva river put on a marble coat.
The bridge spans the waves.
The island in the middle of the river is hidden.
Covered with dense green gardens.
Next to this young capital.
Old Moscow is getting dark.
Standing like a widowed queen mother
In front of the newly crowned queen
I like the city built by Peter.
I love your serious and neat face.
How solemn the water in neva river is.
Marble is laid on the river bank.
I like the design of your iron railing.
A moonless night of your meditation.
Transparent and shiny darkness
I often sit alone in the house.
Write or read without a light.
I can see the street clearly.
I fell asleep quietly and saw it.
How bright the spire of the Admiralty is.
When the night is in the golden sky
It's too late to close the curtains now.
Dawn has been line after line.
Let the night only stay for half an hour.
I love your cold winter.
Your frost and condensed air
How many sledges are there on the Neva River?
A girl's face is more beautiful than a rose.
Laughter and whispering at the dance.
Midnight bachelor party
The glass is bubbling.
Pengjiu has a blue flame.
I like your God of War playground.
Young soldiers' heroic exercises
Infantry and cavalry lined up.
There is another magnificence in monotony.
Ah, rows and rows of fluttering
How many broken victory flags?
And helmets worn in combat.
It also brought dazzling brilliance to the team.
I love you, a military town in Russia.
When the queen of the northland heard the good news.
A prince was born in the court.
Or Russia defeated the enemy.
Celebrate her glory again.
Or neva river freezes and cracks.
Lan Bing poured into the sea.
Because I feel the joy of spring.
Stand up, Peter's city
Stand still like Russia.
One day, even the forces of nature
I also want to bow to you.
Let the waves in Finland be forgotten forever.
Its ancient obedience and hostility
Don't provoke futile sword soldiers again.
Disturb Peter's eternal dream
However, there was a terrible moment.
People can still remember it clearly.
I will tell you about this dear reader.
Tell the following story.
My story is extremely melancholy.
first part
In the dark sky of Petersburg
Blowing the cold autumn wind in November
Neva river is choppy.
Impact on the neat stone bank wall
The river whirled excitedly like a patient.
Roll on the bed.
By this time it was getting late and dark.
The rain was pounding on the window and the wind was blowing.
Purify and scream sadly.
At this time, I just got home from being a guest.
There was a young man named Eugen.
That's what we call it
The hero of the story because I like it.
Its tone has been around for a while.
It has an indissoluble bond with my pen.
What's his last name? We don't want to study it anymore.
Although this surname may be in the past.
Once appeared in a prominent family.
Even the historian Lamkin.
Maybe it will make this family famous.
But now, high society and rumors
But I have long forgotten.
Our protagonist works somewhere.
I don't know anyone who lives in Cologne.
He doesn't miss his dead ancestors.
There is no sigh of time passing.
Well, now we're going home, Eugene.
Throw away your coat, take off your clothes and go to bed.
But he can't sleep
He has a lot of things in his head.
What's he thinking? He is thinking.
How humble and poor he is.
He must work hard to look forward to it.
A stable life, a little honor.
May God be merciful to him.
Some money and wisdom, he remembered.
There are also some rich people who spend money lavishly.
Those lazy people who don't have smart minds
How comfortable their lives are.
And he only served for two years.
His thoughts turned to the weather and rain.
Haven't stopped by the river.
The waves kept rising and were almost washed away.
The bridge over the Neva River interrupted the traffic.
What if he wants barnabas?
I can't see her for two or three days.
Thought of here, Eugen sincerely lamented.
Fantasize like a poet
Can I get married? Why not?
Naturally, it will be hard.
I will work day and night.
There is always a way to find a home.
Simple and peaceful is not extravagant.
Put my banasha there.
Maybe in a year or two.
You will find a job doing housework.
Give it to Barnasha for management and trusteeship.
Educate our children.
In this way, we are alive and holding hands.
Never leave, till death do us part.
Teach our children to bury us together.
He was thinking all night.
He looked forward to it gloomily and sincerely.
Autumn wind, don't cry so sad.
And don't rain on the window.
So heartless
But sleeping
Finally close your eyes. Oh, look.
The dark stormy night has passed.
Let the bleak days continue to rule.
A miserable day.
Neva river spent the whole night.
Resist the storm and pour it into the sea.
But in the end, it can't compete with its violence
I have exhausted my strength to fight it.
Early the next morning, on both sides of the river.
Crowds of residents gathered to look up at NB327.
They looked at the splashing water.
And rough waves.
But there was a strong wind from the bay.
Resist the current and cannot move forward.
She tossed and turned and roared angrily.
She retreated to an island submerged in the middle of the river
At this time, the weather is even more dangerous.
The roaring Neva keeps rising.
She boils like a pot of boiling water.
Like a wild animal that suddenly went crazy.
Pouncing on the city in front of her.
Make way for everything around her.
Then there was a dead and desolate flood.
Pour it into the cellar and climb over the threshold.
The canal also fell on its iron fence.
Looking at Petersburg like a legendary mermaid.
Half of her body was submerged in water.
Ah, siege, sneak attack on evil waves
Climb into doors and windows like a thief
The ship rocked its stern and broke the glass.
The vendors' display boards are covered with cloth.
Broken straw chip eaves
Miscellaneous items for small businesses
All the wealth of poor families
Bridge fragments destroyed by thunderstorms
The coffin rushed out of the grave.
Everything is floating in the street.
The people saw God's anger and waited for death.
Well, it's over. Food, clothes and room
Where can I find it?
It was a miserable year.
Our tsar is still radiant.
Ruling Russia, he appeared.
Melancholy on the balcony
He said the czar could not rule.
The force of nature, he sat down.
He mused with sad eyes.
Looking at the dangerous disaster area in the distance
The former square turned into a lake.
All rivers are streets of the past.
And the palace is like a gloomy island country
In the flood, the tsar only talked.
Gave his general a look after saying a word.
They are all over the city, east, west, north and south
Some walked into the street, others crossed the alley.
In and out of the waves, desperate
Save the wandering souls carried away by the flood.
Residents waiting to drown in their own homes
At that time, in the corner of Peter Square.
A new building has just been built.
There are a pair of stone lions on the high steps.
Grab your teeth like you're alive
Watching poor eugene at the door.
He crossed his hands on his chest.
Without a hat, he looks horribly pale.
Sit quietly on the back of a stone lion
Not moving, but poor people.
I didn't make myself afraid of the waves.
How to greedily slap splash high heels
He didn't hear or pay attention.
Let the raindrops wet.
How does the whistling wind pose majesty?
Blow his hat into the sky.
He only put his melancholy eyes
Solidify in a distant direction
There are waves like mountains.
As if from the rough sea floor.
Roll it up and wash everything away.
The storm roared there.
Fragments of the house floated there.
Near the huge waves, oh, every day.
Right next to the bay.
Weeping willows and simple walls
There is a shabby hut in the wall where a family lives.
His Banasha lives with his mother and daughter.
Is his dream in a dream?
He saw all this. Is life.
This is just an empty dream.
Or is God mocking us?
At this time, he seems to be enchanted.
It seems to be integrated with a stone lion.
Can't come down beside him.
There is nothing but water.
It's at that stable height
Rotating waves separated from the river.
Turn your back on Eugen and wave.
Boundless distance, firm and silent.
This is a portrait of riding a bronze horse.
the second part
But now neva river has lost his temper.
She is tired of tyranny and destruction.
I finally turned around and enjoyed it all the way.
Scenes caused by their own violence
Throw trophies everywhere.
This seems to be the leader of the bandits.
Rush into villages and towns with a group of people
They brutally ransacked houses.
Killing, burning and looting, crying and resentment.
Scold and fight against catastrophe
After everything was done, the robbers quickly retreated.
Afraid of chasing troops and returning home with full load
When you are tired, just go all the way.
Leave behind the property they robbed.
The flood receded from the paved road.
Has been presented, my Eugen.
With worries, hopes and fears in my heart
Running all the way is like a lost soul.
Run to the river that is not yet flat.
It's like being proud of the victory just now.
The roaring waves are still churning.
The water is still full of bubbles.
It's like a fire down there.
Just like a war horse has just returned to its position.
Neva river is breathing so fast.
Eugen looked and saw a boat.
It seems that he has made an unexpected discovery.
He shouted while chasing.
The ferryman had a good time.
I'd rather have a few coppers.
Take him through the waves.
Struggled with the waves for a long time
Look at that ship that always sinks into the waves.
Three twists and turns.
Riding boldly, but in the end
He came to the other side.
This unfortunate man
Run through all the familiar streets.
Go around the places he is familiar with.
But I don't know you anymore. What a terrible sight
Everything in front of him is in a mess.
It's desolate here and a pile of junk there.
The house has changed shape. Yes
Completely subverted others.
Moved by the flood, and then
Like Chen Zhe's body on the battlefield.
He saw the dead around him.
In a daze, he remembered nothing.
Although suffering weakened him.
But soon ran to that place.
Unknown fate is waiting there.
Like a sealed letter waiting for him to open.
Look here, he runs across the suburbs here.
His familiar bay is nearby.
What about the house?
He stopped.
He wandered around and walked back to his original place.
Take a look, turn around and observe carefully.
Right here. This should be her home.
This is a willow tree. There used to be a fence.
Obviously, the flood has swept it away.
But he is at a loss where there is a house.
He paced up and down, thinking and thinking.
Talk to yourself loudly.
And suddenly patted his forehead with his hand.
He burst out laughing.
curtain of night
Gently walk down the trembling city.
But its residents are talking about it.
All the misfortunes that happened during the day.
Can't sleep for a long time
The light of dawn
Through tired and pale clouds
Flowing into the quiet capital, this light
Can't find yesterday's disaster.
The traces left are covered with purple.
An ugly image, everything
Proceed in an orderly manner as before
In the center of that unobstructed street
People still have indifferent expressions.
Go face to face with those officials.
Also gave up last night's hidden paradise.
A brave peddler who goes to yamen to handle affairs.
Don't be discouraged, put it in the cellar
Took over neva river.
And want to use the neighbor's wallet.
A ship that fills its heavy deficit.
One moved out of the yard.
final
Baron Vastoff's favorite poet.
Also sang immortal poems.
Expressing condolences for the disaster in neva river.
But my poor Eugen
Alas, his fragile and confused nerves
But can't stand this terrible blow.
The roar of the wind on the Neva River.
The waves are still in his ears.
What is the nightmare that keeps roaring?
Tear his heart and terror.
Get him. He just lingered in silence.
A week and a month passed quickly.
He never goes home and sits down.
Since his secluded cabin
The lease has expired and the rent has not been paid.
A poor poet came as a tenant.
Eugen never came back, not even clothes.
Don't loiter all day.
Soon the world will forget him.
At night, he sleeps on the dock from the window.
The bread thrown away is his food.
The clothes he is wearing are worn out.
At this time, some urchins were even more smashed.
Throw stones at his back.
More often, it is a coachman's whip.
Smoke at him, because obviously
He doesn't know this road at all.
Feel at a loss and feel the inner storm
So that he can't hear the noise outside.
So he dragged a body.
It is not human nature to spend miserable years.
Not like beasts, not like creatures.
Unlike ghosts in the underworld.
One night,
He sleeps on the dock in neva river.
Summer gradually turned into autumn.
A cold wind and dark waves blew.
Jump onto the dock with steady steps.
It sounds like a whisper and a low complaint.
It's like someone who has a grievance is pleading with a judge.
Leaning against his closed door
Eugen woke up and it was dark all around.
The rain is dripping and the wind is blowing sadly.
Sentinel in the dark
He is shouting at him from a distance through the night fog.
Eugen was startled by the horror of the past.
Here again, he hurriedly.
Get up and wander in the street.
Suddenly, he stopped and opened his eyes wide.
Quietly scanning the surrounding scene.
He has a frightened expression on his face.
Where did he go, in front of him?
The stone pillars of the mansion and a pair of stone lions.
It's as good to gnash your teeth as to live.
Guard on the high terrace.
Straight in the dark sky
Don't move in the stone fence
That's a giant on a bronze horse.
Wave your hand into the boundless distance.
Eugen couldn't help shuddering in his mind.
Some ideas are completely different.
He knew that the flood was here.
Right here, the greedy waves
Surround him, maliciously invade him
Stone lions and squares surround him.
A firm-minded person
Reach into the sky with a copper head
That's the man, according to his wishes.
A city was established along the coast.
Look how terrible he is in the dark.
What kind of thoughts are floating on his forehead
What kind of power does he have?
What kind of flame is that horse burning?
Ah, arrogant horse, where are you going?
Where will your hooves fly?
Ah, the powerful master of your destiny.
Isn't that how you hold the iron reins in one hand?
You strangled Russia on the cliff
Let her lift her front hoof and stand on a high post.
This poor crazy Eugene.
Turn around the feet of the bronze statue
He stared in bewilderment.
A monarch who rules half the world.
But his eyes suddenly dimmed.
Feeling suffocated in his chest, he put his forehead.
Hold on to the cold railing.
His heart is full of flames.
His blood was boiling and he suddenly felt depressed.
He stood in front of the proud bronze statue.
Clenched teeth and clenched fists.
It's like suddenly being possessed by the devil.
He was shivering and cursing in a low voice.
Well, builder, your miracle.
When I finished speaking, I turned my head.
He fled quickly because at this time.
He seemed to see the majestic emperor.
Suddenly, angrily and silently,
Turn his face to Eugen.
When he ran across the square
In the empty square, he heard
It seems that there is a thunderbolt in the back.
It seems that a fast horse is chasing him.
There was a clear hoofbeat on the flagstone road.
In the pale moonlight behind him
Look at the bronze knight riding a fast horse.
At the same time waving his hand in the air.
When he was driven away, the poor madman
Wherever you go tonight.
He always hears the bronze statue of riding a horse.
It was the crisp hoofbeat that chased him.
From then on, as long as Eugen
Pass by the square by accident
His face was flustered.
A puzzled expression, he will handle.
Put it on your chest.
As if to touch the wound there
Take off that old hat.
He looked embarrassed with his head down.
Bypass a path
at the seaside
On an island, a fisherman came home late.
Sometimes the boat stops there.
When drying the fishing net, it caught fire.
Their humble dinner or
On Sunday, some officials go boating.
After swimming here, you can rest on the island.
There is not even a grass in this desolate place.
There is a flood.
Play the old hut like a game.
The rapids are there, by the water.
It is like a bush.
A big ship came last spring.
Move the shabby hut in.
Nothing, but at the door
Our madman has been discovered.
For God's sake, natural person.
Quickly bury the frozen body on the spot.
Song of freedom-Pushkin
Go ahead, get out of my sight,
Queen of the weak island of Sisala!
Where are you? Salute the emperor,
Ah, your proud freelance singer?
Come on, take off my crown,
Break the delicate harp ......
I want to give the world the freedom to sing,
I want to fight the evil of the throne.
Please point out that wonderful one for me.
The noble footprints of Gauls,
You made him sing a brave hymn,
Face the glorious suffering fearlessly.
Tremble! The tyrant of the world,
Impermanent fate is a temporary favor!
And you, prostrate slaves,
Listen, cheer up and wake up!
Well, wherever I look-
Whips everywhere, iron palms everywhere,
A fatal insult to law,
Tears of slave weakness Wang Yang;
Unfair power is everywhere.
In the darkness of prejudice
Ascended to the throne-through the slavery of genius,
And passion that is harmful to honor.
To see the emperor's head.
Without the suffering of the people,
Only when sacred freedom
Combine strong jurisprudence;
Only when the legal principle has a powerful shield.
Protect everyone, its sword
Through the hands of loyal citizens,
Swing over the head of equality without mercy.
Only when the right hand is evil.
Swing downward from its highest position,
This hand, it won't do this because of greed.
Or fear, and a little tolerance.
People in power! It's jurisprudence, not justice.
Give you a crown and a throne,
Although you are above the people,
But it should be governed by eternal jurisprudence.
Ah, unfortunately, this is a national misfortune.
If the jurisprudence is not sleepy;
If the people and the emperor
You can play with jurisprudence in your palm!
I want you to testify about this,
Oh, a martyr of great negligence,
In the recent storm,
Your emperor lost his head for his ancestors.
Under the witness of silent descendants,
Louis rose high to death,
He broke away from the crown.
Hanging on the bloody scaffold of treachery;
Law is silent-people are silent,
The axe of evil has landed. ......
So, under the yoke of Gaul,
Wearing a villain's purple robe.
I hate you and your throne,
Tyrants and demons!
I watched with cruel happiness.
Your downfall, your child's death.
Everyone will be on your forehead.
Read the imprint of the people's curse,
You are the condemnation of God in the world,
The shame of nature, the plague of the world.
When the stars in the sky at midnight
Shining on the dark Neva River,
A carefree head is a dream of peace.
Heavy pressure, sleeping quietly,
The pensive singer stared.
The barren remains of a tyrant,
An abandoned palace for a long time.
Rest in the fog.
He also heard that behind the terrible palace wall,
Cleo's terrible sentence,
Regula's last moments.
Clearly presented in front of his eyes.
He also saw: wearing shoulder straps and medals,
A group of mysterious planes passed by,
Drunk and malicious,
Proud face, afraid heart.
The disloyal guard was silent,
The high suspension bridge fell quietly,
In the dark, two palace doors
The paid mole quietly opened it. ......
Oh, shame on you! The atrocities of our time!
Like wild animals, exult with Turkish soldiers! ......
A shameful blow came. ......
The villain wearing the crown suddenly died.
Accept this lesson, emperors:
Today, whether it is punishment or praise,
Is it a bloody prison or an altar,
Can't be your real barrier;
In the shadow of legal reliability, please
First of all, keep a low profile,
If so, people's freedom and peace.
Is the eternal guardian of the throne.