What are the poems of Byron, Heine and Pushkin?

Masterpiece of Poetry: Dedicated to the Sea, Ode to Freedom and Chaadayev.

Masterpiece of Fairy Tales: The Story of Fisherman and Golden Fish

Go to the seaside

-Pushkin

Goodbye, free element!

Your blue waves are in front of me.

For the last time,

Your arrogant beauty shines.

Like a friend's sad complaint,

Just like his voice when he broke up,

Your melancholy voice, your urgent call,

Hovering in my ear for the last time.

The place my heart yearns for!

How many times have I walked across your shore,

I meditate quietly alone, wandering,

I am full of sorrow for my long-cherished wish!

How much I love you,

That deep tone, the sound of the abyss,

And your loneliness at dusk,

And your unpredictable passion.

The docile sails of fishermen,

Everything is protected by your will,

Bravely pass over your peak,

When you are angry and uncontrollable,

How many fishing boats will sink.

Oh, how can I put it aside?

Your lonely and still coast,

I bless you with joy:

May my poetry roll forward.

Through your peaks and valleys!

You expect, you call-but I am bound;

My inner struggle is also futile;

Attracted by this intense passion,

I have to stay on your shore. ...

What are you sorry for? Where am I now?

Passionate yearning, carefree road?

There is a place in your vastness.

Can wake up my sleeping heart.

Cliffs and glorious graves ...

There, there are many precious thoughts.

Immersed in an infinitely bleak dream;

That's where Napoleon was buried.

He rested in the misery there.

Right behind him, another genius,

Fly away from us like rolling thunder,

Another master of our thoughts.

He's dead, he can cry freely,

He left his laurel to the world.

Surge and rush, set off a storm:

O sea, he praised you before he died!

Your image is reflected in him,

Your spirit is condensed on him,

Like you, majestic, melancholy, profound,

Just like you, tenacious and tenacious.

O sea, the world is empty. ...

Where are you taking me now?

The world is full of the same fate:

Where there is happiness, there are people who have happiness.

Either an education or a tyrant.

Goodbye, sea! Your majesty,

I will remember it deeply;

Your whisper at dusk,

I will listen for a long time.

Your image fills my heart,

To the jungle and the quiet wilderness,

I'll take your rock, your harbor,

Your voice, your Shui Ying wave.

Ode to freedom:

Go ahead, get out of my sight,

Queen of the weak island of Sisala!

Where are you? Salute the emperor,

Ah, your proud freelance singer?

Come on, take off my crown,

Break the delicate harp ......

I want to give the world the freedom to sing,

I want to fight the evil of the throne.

Please point out the best one for me.

The noble footprints of Gauls,

You made him sing a brave hymn,

Face the glorious suffering fearlessly.

Tremble! The tyrant of the world,

Impermanent fate is a temporary favor!

And you, prostrate slaves,

Listen, cheer up and wake up!

Well, wherever I look-

Whips everywhere, iron palms everywhere,

A fatal insult to law,

Tears of slave weakness Wang Yang;

Unfair power is everywhere.

In the darkness of prejudice

Ascended to the throne-through the slavery of genius,

And passion that is harmful to honor.

To see the emperor's head.

Without the suffering of the people,

Only when sacred freedom

Combine strong jurisprudence;

Only when the legal principle has a powerful shield.

Protect everyone, its sword

Through the hands of loyal citizens,

Swing over the head of equality without mercy.

Only when the right hand is evil.

Swing downward from its highest position,

This hand, it won't do this because of greed.

Or fear, and a little tolerance.

People in power! It's jurisprudence, not justice.

Give you a crown and a throne,

Although you are above the people,

But it should be governed by eternal jurisprudence.

Ah, unfortunately, this is a national misfortune.

If the jurisprudence is not sleepy;

If the people and the emperor

You can play with jurisprudence in your palm!

I want you to testify about this,

Oh, a martyr of great negligence,

In the recent storm,

Your emperor lost his head for his ancestors.

Under the witness of silent descendants,

Louis rose high to death,

He broke away from the crown.

Hanging on the bloody scaffold of treachery;

Law is silent-people are silent,

The axe of evil has landed. ......

So, under the yoke of Gaul,

Wearing a villain's purple robe.

I hate you and your throne,

Tyrants and demons!

I watched with cruel happiness.

Your downfall, your child's death.

Everyone will be on your forehead.

Read the imprint of the people's curse,

You are the condemnation of God in the world,

The shame of nature, the plague of the world.

When the stars in the sky at midnight

Shining on the dark Neva River,

A carefree head is a dream of peace.

Heavy pressure, sleeping quietly,

The pensive singer stared.

The barren remains of a tyrant,

An abandoned palace for a long time.

Rest in the fog.

He also heard that behind the terrible palace wall,

Cleo's terrible sentence,

Regula's last moments.

Clearly presented in front of his eyes.

He also saw: wearing shoulder straps and medals,

A group of mysterious planes passed by,

Drunk and malicious,

Proud face, afraid heart.

The disloyal guard was silent,

The high suspension bridge fell quietly,

In the dark, two palace doors

The paid mole quietly opened it. ......

Oh, shame on you! The atrocities of our time!

Like wild animals, exult with Turkish soldiers! ......

A shameful blow came. ......

The villain wearing the crown suddenly died.

Accept this lesson, emperors:

Today, whether it is punishment or praise,

Is it a bloody prison or an altar,

Can't be your real barrier;

In the shadow of legal reliability, please

First of all, keep a low profile,

If so, people's freedom and peace.

Is the eternal guardian of the throne.

The story of fisherman and golden fish

Once upon a time there was an old man and his old woman.

Living by the blue sea;

They live in a shabby mud shed,

For 33 years.

The old man drags his net for fishing.

The old woman spun a knot.

Once, the old man cast a fishing net in the sea.

All that was salvaged was algae.

Then he cast a net,

What was dragged up was some seaweed.

When he cast his net for the third time,

But I caught a fish,

Not just any fish, but goldfish.

Goldfish actually begged!

She speaks like a human being:

"Let me go, grandpa, and put me back in the sea.

I will give you a valuable reward:

I'll do anything you want to save. "

The old man was taken aback and a little scared:

He has been fishing for 33 years.

Never heard that fish can talk.

He put the goldfish back into the sea,

Also said a few kind words to her:

"Goldfish, God bless!

I don't want your reward,

You swim to the blue sea,

Please feel free to swim there. "

The old man went back to the old woman,

Tell her about this great miracle.

"I caught a fish today,

Not ordinary fish, but goldfish;

This goldfish can talk like us.

She begged me to put her back in the blue sea,

Willing to redeem yourself with the most valuable thing:

She will do anything I want for freedom.

I dare not ask for her reward, so I put her back in the blue sea. "

The old lady pointed to the old man and scolded:

"You fool, what a madman!

Dare not take the reward of goldfish!

Even if you want a wooden basin,

Ours is broken. "

So the old man went to the blue sea,

See the sea rippling slightly.

The old man barked at the goldfish.

Goldfish swam towards him and asked,

"What do you want, Grandpa?"

The old man saluted her and replied:

"Come on, Fish Queen,

My wife gave me a good scolding,

Don't let my dad rest.

She wants a new wooden basin,

Ours is broken and can't be used any more. "

The goldfish replied, "Don't be sad, go, and God bless you.

You will have a new wooden basin soon. "

The old man went back to the old woman,

As expected, the old woman got a new wooden basin.

The old lady is scold:

"You silly claw, what a madman!

What an old fool! All you want is a wooden basin.

How much can a wooden basin be worth? Go home, old fool, and find the goldfish again.

Give her a present and ask her for a cabin. "

So the old man went to the blue sea again.

The old man called the goldfish, and the goldfish swam to him and asked,

"What do you want, Grandpa?"

The old man saluted her and replied:

"Come on, fish empress!

The old woman scolded me even more. She won't let my dad rest.

The nagging wife wants a wooden house. "

The goldfish replied, "Don't be sad, go, and God bless you.

That's it: you'll have a wooden house. "

The old man walked to his mud shed,

The mud shed has disappeared without a trace;

In front of him is a wooden house with a bright room.

There are white chimneys made of bricks,

And oak doors,

The old woman sat under the window,

Pointing at her husband and swearing:

"You fool, ten complete lunatics!

Old bastard, all you need is a wooden house!

Get out of here and go to the goldfish and say:

I don't want to be a humble farmer anymore,

I want to be a hereditary lady. "

The old man walked towards the blue sea.

The blue sea is stirring.

The old man yelled at the goldfish again.

The goldfish swam to him and asked, "Grandpa, what do you want?"

The old man saluted her and replied, "Come on, Fish Queen!

The old woman lost her temper even more. She won't let my dad rest.

She doesn't want to be a farmer anymore. She wants to be a hereditary lady. "

The goldfish replied, "Don't be sad, go, and God bless you."

The old man went back to the old woman.

What did he see? A tall building.

His old woman stood on the steps,

Wearing an expensive mink vest,

Wearing a gorgeous headdress,

Wearing a pearl necklace around her neck,

Wearing gold rings with jewels in their hands,

Wearing a pair of red leather boots.

Hard-working slaves stood before her,

She whipped them and pulled their foreheads.

The old man said to his old woman, "Hello, noble lady!

I think your heart should be satisfied this time. "

The old woman yelled at him and sent him to the stable to work.

A week later, another week later,

The old woman did more practical jokes,

She sent the old man to the goldfish again.

"Get out, salute the goldfish and say I don't want to be a lady anymore.

I want to be the queen of freedom. "

The old man got a fright and pleaded:

"What's the matter, wife, did you take crazy medicine?

You can't even walk or talk normally!

You will make the whole country laugh. "

The old woman became more and more angry. She slapped her husband in the face.

"Hillbilly, you dare to talk back to me and argue with my hereditary wife? ——

Go to the beach, to be honest,

You have to go if you don't go. "

The old man went to the seaside (the blue sea turned gray).

He called goldfish again, and the goldfish swam up to him and asked.

"What do you want, Grandpa?"

The old man saluted her and replied.

"Come on, Fish Queen,

My old woman is yelling again:

She doesn't want to be a lady anymore. She wants to be a free queen. "

The goldfish replied, "Don't be sad, go, and God bless you.

Well, that old woman will be the queen! "

The old man went back to the old woman.

Why, there is a royal palace in front of him.

His old woman became the queen,

Sit at the table and eat,

Ministers and nobles waited on her.

Pour her wine from abroad.

She is eating a beautiful cake,

Surrounded by majestic guards,

With a sharp axe on his shoulder.

The old man looks-startled!

Hurriedly bowed and kowtowed to the old lady,

Say, "Hello, majestic queen!

Well, your heart should be satisfied this time. "

The old woman didn't even look at him,

Order him to get rid of him.

Ministers and nobles rushed over together,

Grab the old man by the neck and push him out.

At the door, the guard came,

Almost cut down the old man with a sharp axe.

People laughed at him:

"Crazy, what a suck!

Give you a lesson:

You should behave yourself in the future! "

A week later, another week later,

That old woman is even more ridiculous.

She sent courtiers to find her husband,

They found the old man and brought him here.

The old woman said to the old man:

"Go home and see the goldfish.

I don't want to be the queen of freedom anymore,

I want to be the overlord of the ocean,

Let me live in the ocean,

Tell the goldfish to wait on me and let me use it at will. "

The old man dare not talk back or speak against his will.

So he ran to the blue sea,

See the dark storm at sea:

The surging waves are surging, rushing and roaring.

The old man called the goldfish, and the goldfish swam to him and asked,

"What do you want, Grandpa?" The old man saluted her and replied:

"Come on, fish empress!

What am I supposed to do with this damn old woman?

She doesn't want to be queen anymore,

She wants to be the overlord of the ocean;

In this way, she can live in the sea of Wang Yang.

I told you to serve her personally and listen to her at will. "

The goldfish didn't say a word, but scratched its tail in the water.

Swim to the deep sea.

The old man waited for the answer at the seaside for a long time.

But I didn't wait,

He has to go back to see that old woman-

At first glance, I still see the broken mud shed.

Her old woman sat on the threshold, in front of a broken wooden basin.

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