Лермонтов - Монолог Печорина - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

- Yes, that was my fate since childhood. Everyone read on my face signs of bad feelings that were not; But they were assumed - and they were born. I was modest - I was accused of cunning: I became hidden. I deeply felt good and evil; No one caressed me, everyone insulted me: I became vindictive; I was gloomy - other children are cheerful and talkative; I felt above them - they put me below. I became envious. I was ready to love the whole world - no one understood me: and I learned to hate. My colorless youth proceeded in the fight with myself and light; My best feelings, fearing ridicule, I buried in the depths of my heart: they died there. I told the truth - they did not believe me: I began to deceive; Having learned the light and springs of society well, I became skilled in the science of life and saw how others were happy without art, using the gift of the benefits that I so tirelessly achieved. And then despair was born in my chest - not the despair that is treated with a muzzle of a pistol, but a cold, powerless despair, covered by courtesy and a good -natured smile. I became a moral cripple: one half of my soul did not exist, it dried up, evaporated, died, I cut it off and threw it, while the other moved and lived to everyone’s services, and no one noticed this, because no one knew about the existence of the deceased its half; But now you woke up a memory of her in me, and I read to you her epitaph. To many, all the epitaphs seem ridiculous, but I don’t, especially when I remember that they rest under them. However, I do not ask you to share my opinion: if my trick seems funny to you - please laugh: I warn you that this will not upset me at all.

M. Lermontov, "Hero of our time"