Александр Галич - Опыт ностальгии
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.. when we moved through the Neva, Pushkin
Jokingly asked:
- Isn't you taking me to the fortress?
“No,” Danzas answered, “just through
The fortress on the black river is the closest
road!
Recorded by V.A. Zhukovsky from the words
second Pushkin - Danzasa

... it was last February
And now and then
The candle burned on the table ...
B. Pasternak

... Murka, do not go, there is a Sych,
Embroidered on the pillow!
A. Akhmatova

I do not regret at all, about anything or about anything, I do not regret
Neither the boundaries above my heart are free or a year!
So why am I suddenly a thought with one thought,
That never, never ...
My God, never! ..

Wait, calm down, think -
And what - never?!
Shirrot of the polar snowstorms,
Tarkhany, Vladimir, Irpen -
How much we did not look at
Not late to execute now?!

We are with every moment in powerless,
Although our fault is not guilt
Over block-panel Russia,
Like the camp number - the moon.
Regional committees, city committees, district committees,
In the trains of snow and rains.
In their windows, like Belma Tarhoma
(For a long time they have not been familiar to anyone),
Faceless faces of the leaders.

In their EAL, smoked wolves
They kick people like dogs
And after the very wolves
Will sit down in the black 'Volga',
The Virginian tobacco is smoked.

And the cottage of state security
Skozing the Posadsky luminaries
And there will be a muzzle
Make sure that no one should follow.

And in the bathhouse, it is hot, it is hot,
The cosmatian miracle will dance ...
Do you feel sorry for this?
Not a bit sorry, not at all!

I don’t remember, I swear, I don’t remember in the first years,
Sevastopol coast,
Almost an unprecedented past.
And a mysterious descent to the Khersoneses quarry,
And in the children's sailor -
Hellas singing dust.

I don’t remember, I swear!
Well, what do I remember?
And what do I remember?
Grin
On a smooth official,
My awkward rush
And miserable rage at the end.

I do not believe in birches sad
Separation with tears do not measure.
And is this loss necessary
Attribute losses to the account?

Like a stone forest, it is numb,
We are standing at that turn
Where the body is as if not the body,
Where the word is not only not a thing,
But not even the word already.

Generations are coming past us
Pass and wave their hand.
Contempt, contempt, contempt,
Given to us as a new vision
And a pass to the coming peace!

And horses?
Winged horses
That are torn from granite ends,
The robber's whistle pursuit
Toy ringing of bells?!

And the Christmas time?
And the strand is a hemisphere
What is hot falling on the chest?
Do you feel sorry for this?
Not good...
But by the way - a little bit!

But the February candle melts,
But sleeping on a pillow,
But there is still a black river
But there is still a black river
But - there is - more - black river ...
This is not necessary!
Silent!