Analysis:
Go to the seaside
Pushkin
Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea!
This is the last time you appear in front of my eyes,
Rolling blue waves,
Shining with beautiful light.
Like a friend's melancholy complaint,
As if this were his farewell call,
I'm listening for the last time.
Your sad voice, your calling voice.
You are the desire in my heart!
I often walk along your coast,
A person wandering quietly and blankly,
Also because of the secret desire and distress!
How much I like your reply,
Love your melancholy voice, your deep voice,
The silence at dusk,
And that capricious * * *!
The docile sails of fishermen are protected by your willfulness,
Flying bravely between the waves;
But when you lose control,
Large groups of ships will perish.
I want to leave forever.
Your lonely and still coast,
Congratulations with a feeling of revelry,
Let my poems follow your waves, towards the distant,
But I didn't get what I wanted!
You wait, you call … and I am bound;
My inner struggle is completely futile;
I was fascinated by a strong passion,
Let me be on your shore ...
What's so pathetic? Where is it now?
Is it the carefree path I want to run to?
In your desert, there is something.
It once shook my heart.
This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb. ...
There, immersed in a cold sleep,
Are some magnificent memories;
Napoleon died there.
There, he was buried in suffering.
After him, like the sound of a storm,
Another genius flew away from us,
He is another monarch in our mind.
The singer who cried for the god of freedom disappeared,
He left his laurel in the world.
Let's have a chaotic weather, let's stir it up;
Oh, the sea, is he once in song for you.
Your image is reflected in him,
He used your spirit to shape growth:
Just like you, he is dignified, deep and deep.
Like you, nothing can make him give in.
The world is empty, the ocean,
You want it now. Where should I take it?
People's fate is the same everywhere:
Where there is happiness, there are people who protect it;
Maybe an enlightened saint, maybe a tyrannical king.
Oh, goodbye, sea!
I'll never forget your serious face,
I will be for a long time.
Listen to your rumbling at dusk.
My heart is full of you,
I'm going to take your cliff, your bay,
Your flash, your shadow, and the whispering waves,
Into the forest, into the silent desert.
Lonely reaper
Wordsworth
Look! Young girls on the plateau,
Alone in the wild.
Singing while harvesting.
Please stop or walk quietly!
She was there alone, cutting and binding,
Her singing tone is very sad;
Listen! Listen to her sing,
Echoes in the depths of the canyon for a long time.
In the desolate desert,
Tired travelers rest by the shade,
Then the nightingale croaked,
Not as warm as this song;
In the farthest hebrides,
The cuckoo's sound awaken spring,
The crow broke the silence of the sea,
Not as touching as this song.
Who can tell me what she is singing?
Maybe she is mourning the past and singing about the unfortunate past.
And that battlefield a long time ago?
Maybe she sings ordinary music,
Have you got used to life now?
She sings about the sadness and pain in life,
It happened before, will it happen again?
No matter what that girl is singing,
Singing seems to have no end;
I saw her bending down with a sickle,
I saw her singing while working.
I hold my breath and listen, listen,
Until I climbed the mountain,
Although the music has long since disappeared in my ears,
But it still stayed in my heart for a long time.
Beyond the fence
Dickinson
Beyond the fence
There is a strawberry.
I know, if I want to.
I can climb over.
Strawberries are too sweet!
But a dirty apron.
God will definitely scold me.
Oh, honey, I think if he was a child, too
He will climb over, too, if he can climb over!
I'd rather be the rapids.
Petfi
I'd rather be the rapids,
A river in the mountains,
On the rugged road,
Pass over the rocks ...
As long as my lover
This is a small fish,
In my waves
Swim around happily.
I'd rather be a barren forest,
On both sides of the river,
For a gust of wind,
fight bravely ...
As long as my lover
It's a bird,
In my dense
Make a nest and sing among the branches.
I would like to be a ruin,
On the steep rocks,
This silent destruction
Doesn't make me depressed. ...
As long as my lover
It's green ivy,
Along my desolate forehead,
Climb up intimately.
I'd rather make a cabin,
At the bottom of the ravine,
On the top of the hut
Be attacked by wind and rain ... as long as my love.
Is a lovely flame,
In my stove.
Blink slowly and happily.
I want to be a cloud,
This is a broken gray flag.
In the vast sky,
Lounging around,
As long as my lover,
A coral sunset,
Beside my pale face,
Show a bright luster