Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

Here you will find the Poem Testament of poet Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov


I feel I'd like to be alone 
with you, friend, if you'll stay:
my time on earth is nearly gone; 
at least that's what they say. 
And you'll be going home on leave:
mind you? what odds? I do believe, 
to tel the truth, not many 
will give a brass halfpenny.

If anyone should ask of you? 
well, anyone at all? 
you tell them where that bullet flew 
right through the chest, one ball:
'He died with honour for the Tsar'
- and say how bad our surgeons are - 
'and to his habitation
he sent his salutation.'

You'll likely find that my old dad 
and mother both are dead? 
I wouldn't want to make them sad 
or send them tears to shed; 
but if you find that they're all right, 
just say I haven't time to write, 
the regiment's campaigning 
and there's no use complaining.

They've got a woman neighbour there?
God knows how long ago 
we parted!? She will hardly care 
to ask you.. Let it go, 
tell her the truth, leave out no part, 
no need to spare an empty heart; 
she'll shed a tear or two there? 
but it means nothing to her!