Галина Хомчик - А всё-таки жаль
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Былое нельзя воротить, и печалиться не о чем,
у каждой эпохи свои подрастают леса...
А все-таки жаль, что нельзя с Александром Сергеичем
поужинать в «Яр» заскочить хоть на четверть часа.
Теперь нам не надо по улицам мыкаться ощупью.
Машины нас ждут, и ракеты уносят нас вдаль...
А все-таки жаль, что в Москве больше нету извозчиков,
хотя б одного, и не будет отныне... А жаль.
Я кланяюсь низко познания морю безбрежному,
разумный свой век, многоопытный век свой любя...
А все-таки жаль, что кумиры нам снятся по-прежнему
и мы до сих пор все холопами числим себя.
Победы свои мы ковали не зря и вынашивали,
мы все обрели: и надежную пристань, и свет...
А все-таки жаль — иногда над победами нашими
встают пьедесталы, которые выше побед.
Москва, ты не веришь слезам — это время проверило.
Железное мужество, сила и стойкость во всем...
Но если бы ты в наши слезы однажды поверила,
ни нам, ни тебе не пришлось бы грустить о былом.
Былое нельзя воротить... Выхожу я на улицу.
И вдруг замечаю: у самых Арбатских ворот
извозчик стоит, Александр Сергеич прогуливается...
Ах, нынче, наверное, что-нибудь произойдет.
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The past cannot be turned back, and there is nothing to be sad about,
Each era has their own forests ...
But it's still a pity that it is impossible with Alexander Sergeyich
have dinner at the Yar to drop by at least a quarter of an hour.
Now we do not need to grind through the streets.
Cars are waiting for us, and rockets take us into the distance ...
But still it’s a pity that in Moscow there are no more cabmen,
Although it would not be one, and from now on ... but a pity.
I bow low to the knowledge of the Sea vast,
His reasonable age, a multi -hearted century loving ...
But it's still a pity that the idols we still dream
And we still have everything by servants.
We forged our victories not in vain and nurtured,
We all gained: a reliable marina and the light ...
But still a pity-sometimes over our victories
There are pedestals that are above victories.
Moscow, you do not believe in tears - this time has checked.
Iron courage, strength and resistance in everything ...
But if you once believed in our tears,
Neither we nor you would have to be sad about the past.
The former cannot be turned back ... I go out into the street.
And suddenly I notice: at the most arbat gate
The cabman is standing, Alexander Sergeyich is walking ...
Ah, today, probably, something will happen.
The past cannot be turned back, and there is nothing to be sad about,
Each era has their own forests ...
But it's still a pity that it is impossible with Alexander Sergeyich
have dinner at the Yar to drop by at least a quarter of an hour.
Now we do not need to grind through the streets.
Cars are waiting for us, and rockets take us into the distance ...
But still it’s a pity that in Moscow there are no more cabmen,
Although it would not be one, and from now on ... but a pity.
I bow low to the knowledge of the Sea vast,
His reasonable age, a multi -hearted century loving ...
But it's still a pity that the idols we still dream
And we still have everything by servants.
We forged our victories not in vain and nurtured,
We all gained: a reliable marina and the light ...
But still a pity-sometimes over our victories
There are pedestals that are above victories.
Moscow, you do not believe in tears - this time has checked.
Iron courage, strength and resistance in everything ...
But if you once believed in our tears,
Neither we nor you would have to be sad about the past.
The former cannot be turned back ... I go out into the street.
And suddenly I notice: at the most arbat gate
The cabman is standing, Alexander Sergeyich is walking ...
Ah, today, probably, something will happen.
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