Владимир Скобцов - Зонги к мастеру и Маргарите. Понтий Пилат
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В белом плаще с кровавым подбоем
Понтий Пилат. Золотое копье.
Близится туча, пришедшая с моря,
И над Голгофой кружит воронье.
Вы, прокуратор, опутаны ложью,
Раб ваш доносчик, а друг - фарисей.
Вас тянет в Рим, но в Риме все то же,
Хоть, безусловно, мираж там милей.
Истина в том, что сейчас очень жарко,
И голова нестерпимо болит,
и утешение — ваша овчарка,
и наказанье пред вами стоит.
Вас раздражает философ упрямый.
Кентурион, объясните ему,
Что наша жизнь нынче кнут,завтра - пряник.
Пряники реже, увы, чаще кнут.
Что же он делает, этот несчастный...
Эй, за зубами язык придержи!
Инакомыслящий вора опасней
В мире, где правда опаснее лжи.
В общем, он прав, несомненно, но в общем.
В частном ошибся, чего там таить.
Нам сперва ближнего надо прикончить,
Чтобы, покаясь, затем возлюбить.
Первое сделано. Руки умыты.
Вот уже крестятся, локти грызут.
Боже, не верь! Лживы наши молитвы,
Не воскресай: тебя снова убьют.
In a white cloak with a bloody lifting
Pontius Pilate. Golden spear.
A cloud that has come from the sea is approaching
And the crown is circling over the Calvary.
You, the prosecutor, are entangled in a lie,
The slave is your scammer, and a friend is Pharisee.
You are drawn to Rome, but in Rome everything is the same
Although, of course, a mirage there is a mile.
The truth is that it is now very hot
And the head hurts unbearably,
And comfort is your shepherd,
And the punishment is standing before you.
The philosopher is stubborn annoyed.
Kenturion, explain to him,
That our life is now a whip, tomorrow is a gingerbread.
Gingerbread less often, alas, more often a whip.
What is he doing, this unhappy ...
Hey, hold your tongue behind your teeth!
The dissenting thief is more dangerous
In a world where the truth is more dangerous than lies.
In general, he is right, of course, but in general.
In the private I was mistaken, what to hide there.
First we need to kill the neighbor,
In order to repent, then love.
The first is done. Hands were washed.
Now they are baptized, the elbows are gnawing.
God, don't believe it! Our prayers are false
Do not resurrect: they will kill you again.
Pontius Pilate. Golden spear.
A cloud that has come from the sea is approaching
And the crown is circling over the Calvary.
You, the prosecutor, are entangled in a lie,
The slave is your scammer, and a friend is Pharisee.
You are drawn to Rome, but in Rome everything is the same
Although, of course, a mirage there is a mile.
The truth is that it is now very hot
And the head hurts unbearably,
And comfort is your shepherd,
And the punishment is standing before you.
The philosopher is stubborn annoyed.
Kenturion, explain to him,
That our life is now a whip, tomorrow is a gingerbread.
Gingerbread less often, alas, more often a whip.
What is he doing, this unhappy ...
Hey, hold your tongue behind your teeth!
The dissenting thief is more dangerous
In a world where the truth is more dangerous than lies.
In general, he is right, of course, but in general.
In the private I was mistaken, what to hide there.
First we need to kill the neighbor,
In order to repent, then love.
The first is done. Hands were washed.
Now they are baptized, the elbows are gnawing.
God, don't believe it! Our prayers are false
Do not resurrect: they will kill you again.
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