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- À âîò âåëèêèé ðóññêèé ïîýò - But a great Russian poet
Àëåêñàíäð Ñåðãååâè÷ Ïóøêèí Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
áîëüøå âñåãî ëþáèë îñåíü. loved autumn most of all.
“Óíûëàÿ ïîðà! Î÷åé î÷àðîâàíüå! “Sad time! Charming eyes!
Ïðèÿòíà ìíå òâîÿ ïðîùàëüíàÿ Your parting beauty is pleasurable
êðàñà - for me.
Ëþáëþ ÿ ïûøíîå ïðèðîäû I love a magnificent
óâÿäàíüå, withering of nature,
 áàãðåö è â çîëîòî îäåòûå ëåñà, The forests dressed in crimson
and gold,
 èõ ñåíÿõ âåòðà øóì In their blue wind - noise
è ñâåæåå äûõàíüå, and fresh air
È ìãëîé âîëíèñòîþ I love the sky covered with
ïîêðûòû íåáåñà, wavy shadows,
È ðåäêèé ñîëíöà ëó÷, and a rare sunbeam,
è ïåðâûå ìîðîçû, and the first frost,
È îòäàëåííûå ñåäîé and the desmant threats of a grey -
çèìû óãðîçû”. haired winter”.
- Êðàñèâûå ñòèõè, íî ÿ - Wonderful verses, but
ëþáëþ âåñíó. I like spring.
- Âåñíà — ýòî ñîñòîÿíèå äóøè. - Spring is a state of the soul.
- À îñåíüþ ÷àñòî èäåò äîæäü, - But in autumn it often rains,
äóåò ñèëüíûé âåòåð, a cold wind blows,
ìîæíî ïðîñòóäèòüñÿ. and one may catch a cold.
- Âîò ÿ è ïðîñòóäèëñÿ! - And I have! Yesterday
Â÷åðà äíåì ó ìåíÿ íåìíîãî in the afternoon I had a little
áîëåëà ãîëîâà. Âå÷åðîì ìíå headache. In the evening I didn’t
ïî÷òè ñîâñåì íå õîòåëîñü åñòü. want to eat anything.
Ñåãîäíÿ æå ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ ñåáÿ And today I feel
ñîâåðøåííî ðàçáèòûì. absolutely exhausted.
Ó ìåíÿ íàñìîðê è êàøåëü. I have a cough and a running nose.
- Òåáå íàäî ëå÷ü â ïîñòåëü - You should go to bed
è âûçâàòü âðà÷à. Óâèäèìñÿ and send for the doctor.
çàâòðà. ß çàéäó ê òåáå ÷àñîâ See you tomorrow.
â ïÿòü. Íàäåþñü, íè÷åãî I’ll stop by at 5 o’clock.
ñåðüåçíîãî ó òåáÿ íåò. I hope it’s nothing serious.
- À âîò âåëèêèé ðóññêèé ïîýò - But a great Russian poet
Àëåêñàíäð Ñåðãååâè÷ Ïóøêèí Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
áîëüøå âñåãî ëþáèë îñåíü. loved autumn most of all.
“Óíûëàÿ ïîðà! Î÷åé î÷àðîâàíüå! “Sad time! Charming eyes!
Ïðèÿòíà ìíå òâîÿ ïðîùàëüíàÿ Your parting beauty is pleasurable
êðàñà - for me.
Ëþáëþ ÿ ïûøíîå ïðèðîäû I love a magnificent
óâÿäàíüå, withering of nature,
 áàãðåö è â çîëîòî îäåòûå ëåñà, The forests dressed in crimson
and gold,
 èõ ñåíÿõ âåòðà øóì In their blue wind - noise
è ñâåæåå äûõàíüå, and fresh air
È ìãëîé âîëíèñòîþ I love the sky covered with
ïîêðûòû íåáåñà, wavy shadows,
È ðåäêèé ñîëíöà ëó÷, and a rare sunbeam,
è ïåðâûå ìîðîçû, and the first frost,
È îòäàëåííûå ñåäîé and the desmant threats of a grey -
çèìû óãðîçû”. haired winter”.
- Êðàñèâûå ñòèõè, íî ÿ - Wonderful verses, but
ëþáëþ âåñíó. I like spring.
- Âåñíà — ýòî ñîñòîÿíèå äóøè. - Spring is a state of the soul.
- À îñåíüþ ÷àñòî èäåò äîæäü, - But in autumn it often rains,
äóåò ñèëüíûé âåòåð, a cold wind blows,
ìîæíî ïðîñòóäèòüñÿ. and one may catch a cold.
- Âîò ÿ è ïðîñòóäèëñÿ! - And I have! Yesterday
Â÷åðà äíåì ó ìåíÿ íåìíîãî in the afternoon I had a little
áîëåëà ãîëîâà. Âå÷åðîì ìíå headache. In the evening I didn’t
ïî÷òè ñîâñåì íå õîòåëîñü åñòü. want to eat anything.
Ñåãîäíÿ æå ÿ ÷óâñòâóþ ñåáÿ And today I feel
ñîâåðøåííî ðàçáèòûì. absolutely exhausted.
Ó ìåíÿ íàñìîðê è êàøåëü. I have a cough and a running nose.
- Òåáå íàäî ëå÷ü â ïîñòåëü - You should go to bed
è âûçâàòü âðà÷à. Óâèäèìñÿ and send for the doctor.
çàâòðà. ß çàéäó ê òåáå ÷àñîâ See you tomorrow.
â ïÿòü. Íàäåþñü, íè÷åãî I’ll stop by at 5 o’clock.
ñåðüåçíîãî ó òåáÿ íåò. I hope it’s nothing serious.
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