. . . . .
I love the native fields, ravines
Rivers, lakes, hills, wrinkles,
all is well: but shit man
in the body, and spirit of the weak
That's me right law naknokal:
everything depends Bright Falcon
Lord, break even a couple of glasses!
Once tolerate women?
. . . . .
Green summer, eh, greens of summer!
What I whispered bush euonymus
Good to walk without a vest!
Green summer return.
He walks a little girl, oh, a kerchief,
He walks around the field, tearing flowers
Get to a daughter, uh, get to a daughter.
In the sky swallow winds.
. . . .
I sit by the window, clasping his knees,
in the society's own dirty shadow.

IV

This position, with all affection,
gemma is the best for our lives.
And she - is not inert. This -
apotheosis in ourselves subject:
replacement of simple humility peace.
That is a new kind of Christianity, to whom
duty to cherish and uphold the
those who must be able, even
When Gabriel comes to the trumpet,
dead object to continue to him!

V

The prophets is not accepted to be healthy.
Oracles in the mass of injured people. Short,
I have not sighted more than Nazonov Calchas.
Therefore prophesy - is like a cactus
or snapdragons hold to the visor.
Anyway, that teach the alphabet Braille.
Hopeless. Objects, at least,
just like you to touch the world
that is, damn little.
What is your victim, this is the oracle.

VI

You surely will forgive me this
gaersky tone. This is the best method
strong feelings of the mass rescue
weak. Greek principle mask
again in the course. For in our time
strong perish. While the tribe
weak - fruits and apart and wholesale.
Take the same today as my postscript
Darwin's theory, so withered,
this new truth jungle.

VII

Twenty years later, for easier recall
what is missing, than to fill
this is something different from the outside;
For lack of the right worse
What is your absence - the new Gogol
I can see a lot, no doubt, plenty of
without looking back, without that strong fear, -
a magic lantern Easter
revives the sounds of water from the tap
the chair empty as canvas screen.

VIII

In our past - greatness. In days to come - prose.
For with empty seats is not more demand
than you, it sat La Garde quieter
hands folded, as I wrote above.
However, the amount of his, nowadays embrace
much less than the outstretched hands of the crucifixion.
So this discovery singer lame
now, on the Passion and sixty-seven,
before me, the likeness of a veto looms
to jump in the nineties century.

IX

If I could save that bird
that is, if it is not swept away the eggs,
and in this and the maze without Ariadne
(For a death there are options
foresee that - too valor)
I stay alone, and, alas, spodoblyus
cholera, denunciation, sent to the camp,
then - unless you lie, that Lazarus
been raised, I'll rise again.
But soon, you know, approaching the chair.

X

However, haste is stupid and sinful. Vale!
That is nowhere so hurry. Hardly
may sturdy chair to threaten destruction.
For us, in the East, furniture
serves three generations in succession.
And I rule the fire and theft.
It's frightening that it can be mixed with a bunch
other at harvest. In that case,
I was even willing to make notches,
depicting doves doves.

XI

Suppose now circling like bees hives
general orbits of tables and chairs
chair yours for the night dining.
Tattoo - no disgrace, but the foundation of a new
astronomy that - go to a whisper -
confirms the military-prison experiences:
branded items - the source of solid
views of the world from living and dead.
So I do not look like a similar person
Similar to the chair with anguish Ulysses.

XII

I - not a collector of relics. Just think, if
This speech is longish, that we are on the chair
only a pretext to penetrate into other areas.
For out of every great faith
remain, as a rule, only power.
That same judge about the power of love, if things
those to whom you touched today,
turn - when your life - in the sanctuary.
Show: proof such manners
not the grandeur of the singer, but his powers.

XIII

Russian eagle, having lost the crown,
now resembles a crow.
Him, proud recently, scream
now a guttural rumble.
It is - or old eagles - the voice of passion,
turned into a consequence, echo power.
And the love song - a little quieter.
Love - imperial feeling. You
is that Russia to its success,
can not speak to you differently.

XIV

The chair is warm and absorbs
air hallway. In the riser after drop
falls drop from the tap. Modestly
chatters clock under the lamp. Exactly
light falls on the empty walls
and the flowers in the window, whose shade
seek the frame to extend the apartment.
And at all creates a picture
that at this moment - and far and near -
as it was before us. And as will be later.

XV

Good night to you, and me - not watching.
Good night to my country, for the information
personal accounts with me Wish there,
where, through the miles or just a miracle,
you turn into a postal address.
The trees rustling outside the window and outline
Roof is the border days ...
In a stationary body sometimes insane
opens in hand, as in a furnace, the damper.
And the pen behind you running after him.

XVI

No catch! .. Forasmuch as you - as a cloud.
That is, look virgins, of course, look
soul for men. Do not you, Muse?
This causes death and Union.
For the soul - of disembodiment. Well, the farther
from me. Do not overtake! .. Give
goodbye hand. Thanks for that.
Stately our separation, because
parting. Falls silent zither.
Forever - not a word, and really figure
whose zeros, when we were overgrown with grass,
block the era and century with a vengeance.
1967
Works Joseph Brodsky.
Pushkin Fund.
St. Petersburg, 1992.