Po Muromskoi dorozhke stoyali tri sosny,
Proschalsya so mnoi milyi do buduschei vesny.
On klyalsya i bozhilsya odnu menya lyubit',
Na dal'nei na storonke menya ne pozabyt'.
I na konya sadilsya, umchalsya milyi vdal',
Ostavil v moyom serdtse tosku lish' da pechal'.
Odnazhdy mne prisnilsya takoi uzhasnyi son,
Chto milyi moi zhenilsya, narushil klyatvu on.
A ya nad snom smeyalas', podrugam govorya,
Da razve mozhet stat'sya, chtob mil zabyl menya.
No son moi skoro sbylsya, i ranneyu vesnoi
Moi milyi vorotilsya s krasavitsei zhenoi.
Ya u vorot stoyala, kogda on proezzhal,
Menya v tolpe naroda on vzglyadom otyskal.
Uvidel moi slyozy, glaza on opustil,
Izmenschik dogadalsya, chto zhizn' moyu sgubil.
Po Muromskoi dorozhke stoyali tri sosny,
Proschalsya so mnoi milyi do buduschei vesny.
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