Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Авторский вечер 09 ноября 1990 года в Манхэттене

That is not gaining Muse water into his mouth.
What should young man takes a deep sleep .
And after mahnuvshaya blue handkerchief
runs into the chest steamroller .

And do not get any cancer , or so said,
as back in operation aspen wood.
And the eyes of the person on the pillowcase
spreads , like a frying pan on an egg.

Are you hot under the cloth six
blankets in the cage , where - Lord forgive me -
like a fish - air , moist lip
I grabbed what was then the matter?

I would hare ears sewn -to-face ,
b swallowed in the woods for you lead,
but also in black pond of bad snags
I would have surfaced before you, as it failed & quot; & quot ;. Varyag

But , you see, is not destiny , and not those of the year .
And utter shame where graying .
More long- lived than their blood ,
and the thoughts of the dead bushes curve.

Ever leave you , my friend .
Draw on paper a simple circle .
It's me : nothing inside .
Look at him , and then erase .

1980

MB

I was just the fact that
You touch his hand ,
over than dead , Raven
night has declined brow.

I was just the fact that you
there, below, are distinguished:
vague shape first ,
much later - features.

Is that you, hot,
oshuyu , right hand
ear shell
I create, whispering .

Is that you, fingering
shade in moist chamber
mouth put me voice
hail you.

I was just blind.
You originating hiding ,
granted me zryachest .
So leave a trail .

So create worlds .
So , he created them , often
left to rotate
lavishing gifts .

So , throw it in the fire ,
in the cold, then the light in the dark,
in the universe is lost,
spinning ball .

The thought of you is removed , demoted as servants ,

no! as a platform with a sign & quot; Vyritsa & quot; or & quot; & quot ;. Tartu

But looming who do not know each other ,

terrain caused precisely yesterday at stake,

and fill the vacuum . Apparently, none of the

We did not become a monument. Apparently, in our veins

insufficient lime. & quot; In our family - worrying ,

would you put in - there was no war ,

no great thinkers & quot ;. Correct: Neva jets

reflection one more thing unbearable.

Where there is a mother and her pots

to survive in the long term , lengthens the life of his son !

That's the same snow, this marble for the poor, for lack of a body

melts , referring to the inability of cells -

ie , convolutions ! - Remember how you wanted ,

powdering cheek look at last .

Remains , back of the head from view covering his hands,

mumble on the go & quot; dead, dead & quot ;, as long as

city ​​tearing crude retina of coarse cloth ,

rattling as rentable dishes .

1985

Memory of his father : Australia

     You're alive , I dreamed , and left
     Australia. Voice with a triple echo
     called out and complained about the climate
     and about the apartment , that soon will be removed
     sorry , not in the center, near the ocean ,
     third floor, no elevator , but there is a bathtub ,
     swollen legs , & quot; A slippers I left & quot; -
     sounded clearly and efficiently .
     And suddenly howled in the tube & quot; Adelaide ! Adelaide ! & Quot ;,
     thundered , banged like a shutter
     hitting the wall , ready to break off its hinges .

     Still, it's better than the soft ash
     crematorium in the bank, its collateral -
     these scraps of voices monologue
     and trying to pretend to be unsociable

     for the first time since then , as you turned the smoke .

1989

Notes fern

                                  Gedenke meiner,
                                  fluestert der Staub.
                                       Peter Huchel *

     The position of the pawn guess about the king .
     On a strip of land in the distance - that you are on the ship.
     Fed by a gentle tone of voice in the tube girlfriend
     - Announced successor : a student? surgeon ?
     Engineer? By station name - Odinburg -
     it's time to go , what not to demolish the egg shells .

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