Текст песни Ф. Ницше - Так говорил Заратустра. О старых и молодых бабенках

"Why do you sneak so timidly in the twilight, O Zarathustra? And what do you carefully hide under your cloak?"

Is it not a treasure given to you? Or is your newborn child? Or now you yourself are walking the path of thieves, you, friend of the wicked? "

- Truly, my brother! - answered Zarathustra. - This is a treasure given to me: this is a little truth that I carry.

But she is restless, like a little child; and if I hadn't clamped her mouth, she would have screamed at the top of her lungs.

When today I walked alone my way, at the hour when the sun sets, I met an old woman and spoke to my soul:

"Zarathustra has already said many things, even to us women, but he never told us about a woman."

And I objected to her: "Only men should speak about a woman."

"And you can also talk to me about a woman," she said, "I'm old enough to forget everything at once."

And I heeded the request of the old woman and said this to her:

Everything in a woman is a mystery, and everything in a woman has one clue: it is called pregnancy.

A man is a remedy for a woman; the target is always the child. But what is a woman to a man?

There are two things a real man wants: danger and games. Therefore, he wants women as the most dangerous toy.

A man should be brought up for war, and a woman for a warrior's rest; everything else is stupidity.

A warrior does not like fruits that are too sweet. Therefore he loves a woman; the sweetest woman still has bitter.

A woman understands children better than a man, but a man is more of a child than a woman.

In a real man, a child is hidden who wants to play. Come on, women, find a child in a man!

Let the woman be a toy, pure and radiant like a diamond, shining with the virtues of a world that does not yet exist.

Let the star beam shine in your love! Let your hope be: "Oh, if only I could give birth to a superman!"

May there be courage in your love! With your love, you must step on the one who instills fear in you.

May your honor be in your love! In general, a woman understands little about honor. But let it be your honor to always love more than be loved and never be second.

Let a man fear a woman when she loves: for she makes any sacrifice and every other thing has no value for her.

Let a man fear a woman when she hates: for a man at heart is only angry, but a woman is still bad.

Who does a woman hate the most? - So the iron spoke to the magnet: "I hate you most of all, because you attract, but not strong enough to pull to yourself."

The happiness of a man is called: I want. A woman's happiness is called: he wants.

"Look, now the world has just become perfect!" - every woman thinks so when she obeys with all her love.

And a woman must obey, and find depth to her surface. The surface is the soul of a woman, a mobile, turbulent film on shallow water.

But the soul of a man is deep, its stormy stream makes noise in the underground caves; the woman senses his strength, but does not understand it. -

Then the old woman objected to me: “Zarathustra said a lot of kind things, and especially for those who are young enough for this.

Strangely, Zarathustra knows few women, and yet he is right about them. Is it because this happens because a woman has nothing impossible?

Now, in gratitude, accept the little truth! I'm old enough for her!

Wrap her up well and clamp her mouth: otherwise she will scream at the top of her lungs, this little truth. "

"Give me, woman, your little truth!" - I said. And so the old woman said:

"Are you going to the women? Don't forget the whip!" -

Thus spoke Zarathustra.