The Nursery: III. The Beetle

Nyanya, nyanyushka!

Chto sluchilos, nyanya, dushen´ka!

Ya igral tam na pesochke,

Za besedkoy, gde beryozki,

Stroil domik iz luchinochek klenovïkh,

Tekh, shto mne mama, sama mama nashepala.

Domik uzh sovsem postroil,

Domik s krïshoy, nastoyachshiy domik

Vdrug!

Na samoy krïshke zhuk sidit,

Ogromnïy, chornïy, tolstïy takoy,

Usami shevelit strashno tak,

I pryamo na menya vsyo smotrit!

Ispugalsya ya! A zhuk gudit, zlitsya,

Krïl´ya rastopïril,

Skhvatit´ menya khochet!

I naletel, v visochek menya udaril!

Ya pritailsya, nyanyushka,

Prisel, boyus´ poshevel´nut´sya!

Tol´ko glazok odin chut´-chut´ otkrïl,

I chto-zhe, poslushay, nyanyushka:

Zhuk lezhit, slozhivshi lapki,

Kverkhu nosikom, na spinke,

I uzh ne zlitsya, i usami ne shevelit,

I ne gudit uzh, tol´ko krylyshki drozhat.

Shtozh, on umer, il´ pritvorilsya?

Shtozh eto, shto zhe,

Skazhi mne, nyanya, s zhukom-to stalos´?

Menya udaril, a sam svalilsya!

Shtozh eto s nim stalos´, s zhukom-to!