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Monkey

Запись от Кирилл Сызранский размещена 23.04.2014 в 19:00

Vladislav Hodasevich
Monkey



Was the heat . Forest burning. tiresomely
Time dragged on . On a nearby cottage
Shouted the rooster . I came out of the gate .
There, leaning against a fence on a bench
Dozed wandering Serb thin and black.
Silver cross hung heavy
At half-naked breasts . drops of sweat
On it rolled . Above, on the fence ,
Monkey sat in a red skirt
And dusty lilac sheets
Chewed hungrily . Leather collar ,
Pull back the heavy chain
Crushed her throat . Serb, my hearing ,
Woke up, wiped the sweat and asked him to give me
Water it . But just taking a sip of her -
Do not cold - a saucer on the bench
Put it , and immediately monkey
Dipping toes into the water , grabbed
Two hands saucer.
She saw, standing on all fours ,
Elbows resting on the bench.
Boards almost touching his chin ,
Above the crown balding spin
Highly arched . Thus, should be
Darius was once , dropping
By road puddle in the day when he ran
Before the mighty phalanx of Alexander.
All drinking water , monkey saucer
Down brushed off the bench , stood up
And - forget that moment when there ? -
I black , calloused hand ,
Another cool moisture , stretched ...
I shook hands beauties , poets ,
Leaders of the people - no hand
Such noble outlines
Not entered ! Not one hand
My hands as brothers not touched !
And , God knows , no one in my eyes
Not looked so wise and deep ,
Truly - to the bottom of my soul.
Antiquity sweetest legends
That poor beast in my heart quickened ,
And at that moment my life was complete,
And fancied - chorus bodies and waves of the sea ,
Winds and fields of organ music I
Burst into the ears roared as before,
In the other , the days immemorial .

And Serbia left , tapping the tambourine .
Sitting down on his left shoulder,
Swaying rhythmically monkey
As an elephant Indian maharajah .
Huge crimson sun ,
Devoid of rays
In opal smoke hung . vent
Bezgromny heat on wheat stunted .
On the day war was declared .

June 7, 1918
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