«Наша Таня громко плачет - уронила в речку...

“Our Tanya is crying loudly - she dropped a ball in the river ...”
In the interpretation of different poets.

Mayakovsky:

In this world
Nothing
Not forever,
Here and now
Mother or cry:
Straight from the shore
Bordered into the river
Tanya girls
Ball.
Tears whipping
From the eyes of Tanya.
Do not Cry!
Do not be
Crying virgin!
Let's go for water
And we will get the ball.
Left!
Left!
Left!

Horace:

Tatyana sobs loudly, her grief inconsolably;
Down the rosy cheeks tears stream like a river;
Girl's play in the garden carelessly she indulged -
The ball naughty to keep in thin fingers could not;
Jumped frisky horse, rushed down the slope,
Slipping from the edge of the cliff, he fell into a rapid stream.
Sweet maiden, do not cry, your loss is healed;
There is a commandment to the slaves - to bring fresh water;
Racks, they are brave, are accustomed to any work -
Feel free to swim, and the ball will return to you.

Block:

Inconsolable crying Tatiana,
And a tear, like blood, is hot;
She had a heart wound
From the ball that fell into the river.

That sighs intermittently, then groans,
Remembering the old game.
Do not worry. Your ball will not sink -
We will get it in the evening.

Krylov:

A girl named Tatyana,
A fair mind and body without flaw,
In the village, days dragging,
I could not imagine leisure without a ball.
That poddayut foot, then pushes the handle,
And, playing with him, he does not even hear with half an ear.
The Lord did not save, there was a blunder
Playful ball fell into the abyss of water.
Sobs, tears pouring unhappy Tatiana;
And the water carrier Kuzma - the one that is always half-filled -
The cap is combined
And the rivers tacos:
"Yes full, young lady! This trouble is not grief.
Here Sivku harness, and for water soon
Rush about.
The hook is my sharp, my bucket is spacious -
From the river, I skillfully and quickly
I will get the ball.
Moral: simple water carriers are not so simple.
Who knows a lot about water, he calms down tears.

Yesenin

Tanya was good, there was no more beautiful in the village,
Red ryushkoy on white sundress on the hem.
At the ravine behind the fence, Tanya walks in the evening,
And kick the ball with his foot - he likes a strange game.

A guy came out, bowed curly head:
"let, soul-Tatiana, also kick his foot?"
Pale as a shroud, got younger like dew.
The snake-slinger has developed its scythe.

"Oh you, blue-eyed fellow, no offense, I will say
I kicked him with my foot, but now I do not find it. "
"Do not be sad, my Tanya, it is clear that the ball went to the bottom,
if you love me, I immediately dive for him. "

Lermontov

The ball turns white lonely
in the mist the river is blue -
escaped from Tanya close,
left the coast of his own ...

Waves play - the wind whistles,
and Tanya is crying and screaming
she is stubbornly looking for her ball
for him runs along the shore.

Beneath it is a stream of light azure,
above him the ray of sunshine is golden ...
And he, rebellious, asks for storms,
as if in storms there is peace!

Pushkin

Tatiana, dear Tatiana!
With you, now I tears shed tears:
the river is deep and foggy,
a wonderful toy
from the bridge accidentally dropped ...
Oh, how you loved this ball!
You cry bitterly and call ...
Do not Cry! You will find your ball,
he will not sink in the turbulent river,
because the ball is not a stone, not a log,
it will not sink to the bottom
his stream is raging,
flows through the meadow through the forest
to the dam of a nearby hydroelectric station.

Japanese version:

Lost face Tanya-chan
Crying about the ball, rolled away into the pond.
Pull yourself together samurai's daughter