- V.Ya. Bryusov, 1912
Starodavney Yaroslavne tikhyy ropot strun:
Lik tvoy skrobnyy, lik tvoy blednyy, kak i prezhde, yun.
Ranym-rano ty prokhodish' po gradskoy stenye,
Ty zaklyat'ye shepchesh' solntsu, vetru i volnye,
Poletet' zegzitsey khochesh' v dal', k reke Kayal,
Gde bez sil, w travye krovavoy, milyy zadremal.
Akh, o muzhe-gospodinye vsya tvoya toska!
I, krutayas', unosit slyozy v stepi Dnepr-reka.
Starodavney Yaroslavne tikhyy ropot strun:
Lik tvoy drevnyy, lik tvoy svetlyy, kak i prezhde, yun.
Il' pevets bezvestnyy, mudryy, tot, kto Slovo spel,
Vsye mechty vekov gryadushchikh tayno podsmotrel?
Ili Russkikh zhenshchin liki vse v tebye slity?
Ty -- Natasha, ty -- i Liza, i Tat'yana -- ty!
Na stenye ty plachesh' utrom .... kak svetla toska!
I, krutayas', unosit slyozy pesn' pevtsa -- v veka!
- (Nenazvannyye stikhi)
M.A. Dudin, 1983
Ustalo morye bit'sya o stupeni.
Pomerklo slontse, i otkhlynul znoy.
Bylykh vremyon rzabuzhonnyye teni
V vechernyy chas beseduyut so mnoy.
A kto skazal, chto proshloye neyavno?
Vremyon i sudeb nerazryvna svyaz'.
Ne perestanyet plakat' Yaroslavna,
Poka iz myortvykh ne voskresnyet knyaz'.
- Gusli Boyana
by V.A. Sosnora, 1962
-
U Boyana
- stozvonnyye
a na guslyakh
- russkiy ornament,
mogut
- i klekotat'
mogut mudrost'yu
s dubom sporit',
sporit' skorost'yu
s volkom
- mogut,
- likuyut,
razom s knyazem gorestno
molknut.
U Boyana
- boykyye struny!
statnykh
napuskaet Boyan
- na yunoye
- lebednoye stado.
- krichit pobedno
chto prirezal Rededyu
pred polkami Kosogov bravykh.
To ne desyat' krechetov
yunykh --
desyat' pal'tsev,
- ot pesen skorchennykh,
- a struny
Ili vdrug
- zastruyatsya
- grust'yu,
U Boyana
- stozvonnyye gusli --
- Yaroslavna
by L,K. Tat'yanicheva, 1943
Snova duyet neistovyy veter:
Byt' krovavomu, zlomy dozhdyu.
Skol'ko dney, skol'ko slinnykh stoletyy,
Ya tebya, moy yedinstvennyy, zhdu.
Vyydu v polye, -- to yedesh' ne ty li
Na zapenennom vernom konye?
Ya zhdala tebya v drevnem Putivle
Na vysokoy, na beloy stene.
Ya navstrechu zegzitsey letela,
Ne stashilas' vragov-basurman.
Ya tvoye bogatyrskoye telo
Stol'ko raz vrachvala ot ran.
Prokhodili sogbennyye gody,
Cherez fory lyudskoy mayety:
I na zov boyevoy nepogody
Otklikalsya po-voyinsi ty.
Ne schital ty goryachiye rany,
I na zemlyu ne padal tvoy mech.
Otkatilas' orda Chingiskhana,
Golovoyu, skoshennoyu s plech.
I ostalsya na vechnyye veki
Ty grozoy dlya pryshel'tsev-vragov.
Omyvayut rossiyskyye recki
S ruki tvoyikh chuzhezemnuyu krov'.
...Snova veter gudit, nespokoyen,
Krasnyy dozhd' proshumel po stranye.
Snova ty, moy vozlyublenyy voyin,
Mchish'sya v boy na krylatom konye.
Truden put' tvoy, surovyy i branny:
No netlennoy ostanyetsya Rus',
I tebya ya, tvoya Yaroslavna,
V slave podvigov ratnykh dozhdus'.
- Yaroslavna
by N.L. Braun, 1943
Dogorela zarya-zaryanitsya,
Vo polunochi div prokrichal.
Yaroslavne nochami ne spitsya --
Uletet' by na dal'nyy Kayal!..
Doletet' by do knyazh'nevo stana.
Pripodnyat' by paltaki kraya:
"Gdye ty, Igor moy, knyaz' moy zhelannyy,
Trizhdy svetlya lada moya?
"Kaby ,mnye obernat'sya zegzitsey,
Kukovala by ya nad toboyu,
Steregla by tvoy son do dennitsy,
Pered voyskom letela by v boy.
Ya posterla by kryl'ya, kak ruki,
K taynym silam nebets i zemli,
Chtoby Velesa dobryye vnuki
V polye ratnom tebya beregli,
Chtoby strely ne sokhli v kolchanye,
Chtoby kop'yo ne tupilos' v boyu
Chtob streloy ne probil polvchanin
Serdtse Igorya, ladu moyu!"
I, slyozoy obzhigayas' goryachey,
Oderzhima goryuchey toskoy,
Prichitayet knayginya i plachet
Do zarya na stene gorodskoy.
Bud'to vidit: kovyl' serebritsya,
Reyut styagi, kak slava chisty,
Ryshchut volki i breshut lisitsy,
Na chervlenyye breshut shchity.
"Gde ty, Igor moy, voyin moy? Zhiv li?"
Predrassvetnyye dali molchat.
Nad brevenchatyy tikhim Putivlyem
Petushinnyye kryl'ya stuchat.
- Yaroslavna
by A.A. Prokofyev, 1939
Sohranen tvoy sled osennim livnem,
Grozami i russkoyu zimoy,
Yaroslavna--svet moy na Putivlye,
Svet moy, den' moy, vek nedolgiy moy!
Gde zhe, gde zhe on, gonets krylatyy,
S dobroy vest'yu s groznykh beregov:
Kop'yami, kolchanami, bulatom
Zasloyen tvoy Igor ot vragov!
Vidno, spor s vetrami ne byl ravnym.
Dal'niy drug, odno izvestno mnye:
Plachem iskhodila Yaroslavna
Na Putivlya kamennoy stenye.
Vot ko vsem putyam, toboy lyubimym,
Slavoslovya, pripadiyu ya:
K toy zemlye, kotoroy ty khodila,
K toy vodye, kotoraya tvoya!
Ty takaya yasnaya, prostaya,
Ty takaya russkaya v domu...
Pust' zhe nikogda ne zarastayet
Tornyy put' k porogu tvoyemu!
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