Текст песни Венедикт Ерофеев - О легкомыслии и мировой скорби

"That's it! You said it well, Venichka. Our tomorrow and so on. You said it very well and smartly, you rarely say it so smartly and smartly."
    "And in general, there are not very many brains in you. Do you, again, don’t know this? Humble yourself, Venichka, even if your soul is more capacious than your mind. And why do you need a mind if you have a conscience and beyond is it taste? Conscience and taste are so many that the brains become directly redundant. "
    "And when did you first notice, Venichka, that you are a fool?"
    “But when. When I heard, at once, two polar reproaches at once: both in dullness and frivolity. Because if a person is smart and boring, he will not go frivolous. And if he is frivolous and smart, he’s not boring allow. But I, dying, somehow managed to combine. "
    "And say why? Because I'm sick of the soul, but I don’t give a look. Because, since I remember myself, I’ve only been doing that I simulate mental health, every moment, and I’m spending it all (all without a trace) and mental, physical, and whatever strengths. That's why he’s eaten. Everything that you say, everything that daily interests you, is infinitely extraneous to me. Yes. And about what interests me, about I’ll never say a word to anyone about this. Maybe out of fear of being branded as a banter, maybe even why, but still - not a word. "
    “I remember, a very long time ago, when I started talking or arguing about some nonsense, I said:“ er! And you want to talk about it about this nonsense! "But I was surprised and said:" What nonsense is this? If this is nonsense, then what is not nonsense? "And I said:" Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know! But there is. "
    "I am not saying that now - to me - the truth is already known or that I came close to it. Not at all. But I have already come to such a distance from it that it is most convenient to examine it."
    “And I look and see, and therefore I’m mourned. And I don’t believe that any of you would carry this hot mess in you - it’s difficult to say what the mess is from, but you still don’t understand, but most of all in it “grief” and “fear.” Let’s call it that. Here: “grief” and “fear” are most of all, and also dumb. And every day, in the morning, “my beautiful heart” exudes this infusion and bathes in it until the evening. For others, I know, for others it happens if someone suddenly dies, if the most necessary being in the world suddenly dies, but for me it’s forever! Mitya! "
    "How can I not be boring and not drink the Kuban? I deserve this right. I know better than you that the" world sorrow "is not a fiction, put into circulation by old writers, because I carry it in myself and I know "What is it, and I don’t want to hide it. We need to get used to boldly, in people's eyes, talk about our merits. Who, if not ourselves, should know how good we are?"
    “For example: did you see Kramskoy’s“ inconsolable grief? ”Well, of course, you did. So, if she, this numb princess or noblewoman, had some cat drop something on the floor at that moment - well, a vial from Sevres porcelain - or, let’s say, would tear apart any peignoir to an inconceivable price - what is it? Would you become clumsy and splash your hands? It would never become, because all this is nonsense for her, because for a day or three, but now she’s “above all peignoirs and cats and every sevre!”
    "Well, how can it be? This princess is boring? She is impossibly boring and would not have been boring! Is she frivolous? Extremely frivolous!
    "So I am. Now you understand why I am sadder than all the goofs? Why am I lighter than all idiots, but darker than any shit? Why am I a fool, and a demon, and an empty-handed guy at once?"
    "That's great that you understood everything. Let's drink for understanding - all this rest of the Kuban, from the neck, and drink it immediately."
    "See how it's done!"