В сети под таким названием ходит якобы стихотворение Пушкина А.С. вот такого текста:
Животный утоляя страх
Времен двенадцатого года,
Европа пляшет на костях
Ей ненавистного народа.
И грозный брит и грузный швед,
И галл, презрительно лукавый,
Плюют остервенело в след
Его тысячелетней славы.
И мутной злобою кипят,
За них попрятавшись блудливо,
Поляк спесивый, лит и лат,
Эстонец – пасынок залива.
Хохол с натуги ворот рвет,
За ляхом тянется к европам,
Спеша за шнапс и бутерброд
Служить в неметчине холопом.
И мир вокруг по швам трещит,
И шрамы набухают кровью,
А мы как прежде держим щит
Пустому вопреки злословью.
Умолкни, лживая молва, –
Пускай узнают поименно:
Россия все еще жива!
Не пали отчие знамена!
Народ умиляется актуальности и репостит друг другу с подписью Пушкина.
На самом деле Пушкин не писал этот стих. Его написал наш современник Владимир Веров в 2004 году. О чем можно посмотреть на самиздатном ресурсе Stihi.ru
Однако у Пушкина тоже есть стихотворение с таким названием и тоже издалека где то актуальное до нашего времени. Написал Пушкин его во время осады Варшавы русскими войсками.
После войны с Наполеоном , Польское царство было частью Русской империи и с 1830 по 1831-й поляки решили устроить восстание за независимость. Европа же глядя на это дело через границу топталось с ноги на ногу и обсуждало стоит ли вмешаться и поддержать поляков.
Вот оно само стихотворение :
КЛЕВЕТНИКАМ РОССИИ
О чем шумите вы, народные витии?
Зачем анафемой грозите вы России?
Что возмутило вас? волнения Литвы?
Оставьте: это спор славян между собою,
Домашний, старый спор, уж взвешенный судьбою,
Вопрос, которого не разрешите вы.
Уже давно между собою
Враждуют эти племена;
Не раз клонилась под грозою
То их, то наша сторона.
Кто устоит в неравном споре:
Кичливый лях, иль верный росс?
Славянские ль ручьи сольются в русском море?
Оно ль иссякнет? вот вопрос.
Оставьте нас: вы не читали
Сии кровавые скрижали;
Вам непонятна, вам чужда
Сия семейная вражда;
Для вас безмолвны Кремль и Прага;
Бессмысленно прельщает вас
Борьбы отчаянной отвага —
И ненавидите вы нас..
А.С. Пушкин
P/S Посты тут ходят с этими стихами, но ни кто пока не давал это в контексте разоблачения троллинга Пушкинистов , а стихи нашего современника нечестно будоражат умы впечатлительных людей тоннами занимающихся перепостом не проверив информацию.
А вот вам котик и Пушкин от всем известного Питерского художника Владимира Румянцева любящего рисовать питерских котиков настолько, что он стал брендом нашего города Санкт-Петербурга.
A poem by A.S. such a text:
Animal quenching fear
Times of the twelfth year
Europe is dancing on the bones
Her hated people.
And the formidable Brit and the overweight Swede,
And gall, contemptuously crafty,
Spit furiously on the trail
Its millennial fame.
And seething with vicious malice
Hiding behind them fornication,
The pole is arrogant, lit and lat,
Estonian - stepson of the bay.
A crest tears from the gates
For Poles, reaches for Europe,
Hurrying for a schnapps and a sandwich
Serve in non-German slave.
And the world around is bursting at the seams
And the scars swell with blood
And we hold the shield as before
Empty contrary to slander.
Shut up, lying rumor -
Let them know by name:
Russia is still alive!
The paternal banners did not fall!
The people are moved by relevance and repost each other with the signature of Pushkin.
In fact, Pushkin did not write this verse. It was written by our contemporary Vladimir Verov in 2004. What you can see on the self-published resource Stihi.ru
However, Pushkin also has a poem with the same name, and also from afar somewhere relevant to our time. Pushkin wrote it during the siege of Warsaw by Russian troops.
After the war with Napoleon, the Polish kingdom was part of the Russian Empire and from 1830 to 1831 the Poles decided to organize an uprising for independence. Europe, looking at this matter across the border, stamped its feet up and down and discussed whether it was worth interfering and supporting the Poles.
Here it is the poem itself:
TREASURES OF RUSSIA
What are you talking about, folk vitii?
Why are you threatening Russia with anathema?
What angered you? unrest in Lithuania?
Leave: this is a dispute between the Slavs,
Domestic, old dispute, weighted by fate,
A question that you will not solve.
For a long time among themselves
These tribes are at war;
More than once bowed under a thunderstorm
Now theirs, then our side.
Who will stand in an unequal dispute:
Puffy Lyakh, il faithful Ross?
Will Slavic streams merge in the Russian sea?
Will it run dry? here is the question.
Leave us: you have not read
These bloody tablets;
It’s incomprehensible to you, alien to you
This is a family feud;
The Kremlin and Prague are silent for you;
Pointlessly seduces you
Fights of desperate courage -
And you hate us ..
A.S. Pushkin
P / S Posts here go with these verses, but no one has yet given this in the context of exposing the Pushkinists trolling, and the poems of our contemporary unfairly excite the minds of impressionable people with tons of reposts without checking the information.
And here’s a cat and Pushkin from the well-known St. Petersburg artist Vladimir Rumyantsev who loves to draw St. Petersburg cats so much that he has become a brand of our city in St. Petersburg.
Animal quenching fear
Times of the twelfth year
Europe is dancing on the bones
Her hated people.
And the formidable Brit and the overweight Swede,
And gall, contemptuously crafty,
Spit furiously on the trail
Its millennial fame.
And seething with vicious malice
Hiding behind them fornication,
The pole is arrogant, lit and lat,
Estonian - stepson of the bay.
A crest tears from the gates
For Poles, reaches for Europe,
Hurrying for a schnapps and a sandwich
Serve in non-German slave.
And the world around is bursting at the seams
And the scars swell with blood
And we hold the shield as before
Empty contrary to slander.
Shut up, lying rumor -
Let them know by name:
Russia is still alive!
The paternal banners did not fall!
The people are moved by relevance and repost each other with the signature of Pushkin.
In fact, Pushkin did not write this verse. It was written by our contemporary Vladimir Verov in 2004. What you can see on the self-published resource Stihi.ru
However, Pushkin also has a poem with the same name, and also from afar somewhere relevant to our time. Pushkin wrote it during the siege of Warsaw by Russian troops.
After the war with Napoleon, the Polish kingdom was part of the Russian Empire and from 1830 to 1831 the Poles decided to organize an uprising for independence. Europe, looking at this matter across the border, stamped its feet up and down and discussed whether it was worth interfering and supporting the Poles.
Here it is the poem itself:
TREASURES OF RUSSIA
What are you talking about, folk vitii?
Why are you threatening Russia with anathema?
What angered you? unrest in Lithuania?
Leave: this is a dispute between the Slavs,
Domestic, old dispute, weighted by fate,
A question that you will not solve.
For a long time among themselves
These tribes are at war;
More than once bowed under a thunderstorm
Now theirs, then our side.
Who will stand in an unequal dispute:
Puffy Lyakh, il faithful Ross?
Will Slavic streams merge in the Russian sea?
Will it run dry? here is the question.
Leave us: you have not read
These bloody tablets;
It’s incomprehensible to you, alien to you
This is a family feud;
The Kremlin and Prague are silent for you;
Pointlessly seduces you
Fights of desperate courage -
And you hate us ..
A.S. Pushkin
P / S Posts here go with these verses, but no one has yet given this in the context of exposing the Pushkinists trolling, and the poems of our contemporary unfairly excite the minds of impressionable people with tons of reposts without checking the information.
And here’s a cat and Pushkin from the well-known St. Petersburg artist Vladimir Rumyantsev who loves to draw St. Petersburg cats so much that he has become a brand of our city in St. Petersburg.
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