Коренблит - Б.Пастернак - Дом высился ,как каланча
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The house stood like a kalancha.
Along the cramped staircase of coal
Two strong men carried the piano,
Like a bell to the bell tower.

They dragged the piano
Above the shirrium of the City Sea,
As with the commandments of the tablet
On the stone plateau.

And here in the living room, the instrument,
And the city in whistle, noise, gama,
As under water at the bottom of legends,
Bniza remained underfoot.

The tenant of the sixth floor
I looked at the ground from the balcony,
As if holding her in hand
And it rule it legally.

Returning inside, he played
Not someone else's play
But his own thought, Khoral,
The guide of the mass, the rustle of the forest.

Parking of improvisations carried
Night, flame, thunder of fire barrels,
Boulevard under the shower, the knock of wheels,
The life of the streets, the fate of loners.

So at night, with candles, in return
The former naivety is simple,
Chopin recorded his dream
On the black sawing of the pupiter.

Or, ahead of the world
There are four for generations,
On the roofs of city apartments
The flight of Valkyrie thundered with a thunderstorm.

Or a conservative hall
With hellish roar and cod
Tchaikovsky shocked to tears
Fate Paolo and Francesch.