Трио Откровение - старинная гравюра
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Соседка соседку с утра призывает к войне:
Та ставни раскрыла, а город так густо заставлен,
Что, если окно распахнуть на одной стороне,
Напротив уже не откинешь до вечера ставен.
Мужлан из предместья волов своих тянет за хвост.
Телега застряла под хохот калек и воровок.
Патруль не рискует усесться в седле в полный рост,
Чтоб в тесную сеть бельевых не попасться веревок.
В морозы здесь душно – течет по фасадам роса,
А в землетрясенья дома дымоходами трутся.
В проулке хромом по карнизу от шпор полоса,
А в башне горбатой со стражником не разминуться.
И только двоим из высоких напротив окон
Не тесно в том граде, не душно в том смраде воловьем:
Она протянула над городом руки, и он
Их держит всю ночь над дымящимся средневековьем.
A neighbor’s neighbor calls for war in the morning:
That shutters opened, and the city is so densely forced,
What if the window is open on one side,
On the contrary, you will not be thrown up until evening.
Brand from the outskirts of his oxen pulls by the tail.
The cart was stuck under the laughter of cripples and thorns.
The patrol does not risk sitting down in the saddle in full growth,
So that the ropes do not get into the cramped network of linen.
In the cold here stuffy - flows along the facades of dew,
And in earthquakes at home, they rub with chimneys.
In the allery of chromium, a strip from the cornice of the spurs,
And in the tower of a hunchback with a guard, do not break out.
And only two of the high -high windows
Not closely in that city, not stuffy in that stench with an oxen:
She held out her hands over the city, and he
They are holding all night over the steaming Middle Ages.
That shutters opened, and the city is so densely forced,
What if the window is open on one side,
On the contrary, you will not be thrown up until evening.
Brand from the outskirts of his oxen pulls by the tail.
The cart was stuck under the laughter of cripples and thorns.
The patrol does not risk sitting down in the saddle in full growth,
So that the ropes do not get into the cramped network of linen.
In the cold here stuffy - flows along the facades of dew,
And in earthquakes at home, they rub with chimneys.
In the allery of chromium, a strip from the cornice of the spurs,
And in the tower of a hunchback with a guard, do not break out.
And only two of the high -high windows
Not closely in that city, not stuffy in that stench with an oxen:
She held out her hands over the city, and he
They are holding all night over the steaming Middle Ages.