Евгений Слабиков - Ностальгия
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From the outskirts to the center

Joseph Brodsky, 1962

So I visited again
This area of love, the peninsula of factories,
Paradise of workshops and arcadia of factories,
Paradise river steamboats,
I whispered again:
Here I am again in the infant larah.
So I again ran a small Okhota through a thousand arches.

A river before me
Spread under stone-angle smoke,
There is a tram behind the back
I thundered on the bridge by sound,
And brick fences
The gloomy suddenly became bright.
Good afternoon, here we met, poor youth.

Jazz Podeloki welcomes us
You hear the pipes of the suburbs
Golden Dixyland
In black caps beautiful, lovely,
Not a soul and not flesh -
Someone's shadow above the native patrepon,
As if your dress is suddenly thrown up by a saxophone.

In a bright red pitch
And in a cloak in gateway, in ceremonial
You are standing in sight
On the bridge near the years of irrevocable,
Clutching an unnecessary glass of lemonade to his face,
And the expensive pipe of the plant roars behind.

Good afternoon. Well, we have a meeting.
How ethereal are you:
Nearby is a new sunset
Drives firing canvases into the distance.
How poor you are. So many years
And they rushed in vain.
Good afternoon, my youth. My God, how beautiful you are.

On frozen hills
The greyhounds rush silently,
Among the red swamps
Train beeps arise,
On the empty highway,
Disappearing in the smoke of the editorial
A taxi fly out, and the aspen looks in the skies.

This is our winter.
The modern lantern looks at a dead eye,
They burn before me
There are thousands of windows dazzlingly.
I rise my scream
So that he does not encounter houses:
This is our winter all cannot return back.

Isn't it to death, no
We will not find it, we do not find it.
From birth to light
We leave somewhere daily,
Like someone in the distance
It plays perfectly in new buildings.
We scatter everything. Only death alone collects us.

So, there is no separation.
There is a huge meeting.
So someone suddenly
In the dark, hugs by the shoulders,
And full of darkness,
And full of darkness and peace
We all stand together over a cold shiny river.

How easy it is for us to breathe
Because like plants
In someone else's life
We become light and shadow
Or more -
Because we will lose everything,
Running forever, we become death and paradise.

So I go again
In the same bright paradise - from the stop to the left,
Runes to me,
Closing his palms, new Eve,
Bright red Adam
In the distance appears in the arches,
The Nevsky wind rings mounded in hung harp.

How swift life is
In the black and white paradise of new buildings.
The snakes are entered,
And the sky heroic is silent,
Ice Mountain
Motionlessly shine at the fountain,
Morning snow curls, and cars fly tirelessly.

Isn't me really
Illuminated by three lanterns,
So many years in the dark
He fled in the fragments by wastelands
And the radiance of heaven
Did the crane swirl?
Isn't it me? Something has changed forever here.

Someone reigns,
Nameless, beautiful, omnipotent,
It burns over the Fatherland,
The light of dark blue is spilled,
And in the eyes of the greyhounds
Rustling lanterns - in a flower,
Someone always goes near new houses alone.

So, there is no separation.
So, in vain we asked for forgiveness
The dead people have.
So, there is no return for winter.
One thing remains:
Passing through the earth disappointed.
It is impossible to lag behind. To overtake - only this is possible.

Where we are in a hurry
This hell or paradise,
Or simply gloom,
Darkness, this is all unknown,
Dear country,
Permanent subject of glorification,
Is it not love? No, it has no name.

This is an eternal life:
A striking bridge, inexorable word,
Sailing barge,
The lively of love, killing the past,
Steamboats lights
And the shines of the showcase, the ringing of the Trams are distant,
A splash of cold water near your eternal trousers.

Congratulations to myself
With this early find, with you,
Congratulations to myself
With a surprisingly bitter fate,
With this eternal river,
With this sky in beautiful aspen,
With describing