Пѣсенка, которую я сочинилъ ещё будучи в московскихъ школахъ на мой выѣздъ въ чужія краи
Весна катитъ,
Зиму валитъ,
И ужъ листикъ съ древомъ шумитъ.
Поютъ птички
Со синички,
Хвостомъ машутъ и лисички.
Взрыты брозды,
Цвѣтутъ грозды,
Кличетъ щегликъ, свищутъ дрозды;
Льются воды,
И погоды;
Да веть знатны нам походы.
Конатъ рвется,
Якарь бьется,
Знать, корабликъ понесется.
Нужъ, плынь спѣшно,
Не помѣшно,
Плыви смѣло, то успѣшно.
Ахъ широки
И глубоки
Воды морски, разбьютъ боки!
Вось заставятъ,
Не оставятъ
Добры вѣтры и приставятъ.
Плюнь на суку
Морску скуку,
Держись чернѣй, а знай штуку:
Стать отишно
И не пышно;
Такъ не будетъ волнъ и слышно.
В. К. Тредьяковскій
1726
Penenka, which I composed while still in Moscow schools on my way to the alien of the region
Spring rolls,
Winter is in the winter,
And the leaflet is noisy.
Sing birds
From the blue,
The tail and chanterelles are waving.
Brosters were replaced,
Glitter
Clicks Shcheglyk, whistle the drozds;
Water pouring
And weather;
Yes, Vet is noble to us hikes.
Konat is torn,
Yakar beats,
Know, the boat will come.
Need, tranques sleep,
Not down
Swims swept, then it is possible.
Ah is wide
And deep
The waters are sea, get off the sides!
Eight will make
They will not leave
Kind vapors and put up.
Spit on the bitch
Sworsk boredom
Hold on black, and know the thing:
Become otyno
And not magnificent;
So there will be no waves and audible.
V.K. Treddyakovskiy
1726
