Текст песни Алёна Апина - Ксюша

Why wait in the future? Will the cheap trinkets of the past always be
seem like treasures? Will our painted dinner plates decorate
fireplaces of the nobles of the twenty-first century?
And white cups with a gold rim on the outside and a gorgeous gold flower
unknown name inside, which our maids now beat without any chagrin? Will they not be carefully glued together and placed on stands so that only the mistress of the house has the right to dust them off? For example, the porcelain dog that adorns the bedroom in my
furnished apartment. This dog is white. Her eyes are blue, her nose is pale pink, with black specks. She holds her head painfully straight and
with all its appearance expresses friendliness, bordering on dementia. I personally am far from delighted with this dog. Like a work of art she me,
can be rendered annoying. My frivolous friends mock her, and even the landlady does not admire her too much, justifying her presence by the fact that it is a gift from her aunt.
But it is more than likely that two hundred years later this dog - without legs and with a broken tail - will be dug up from somewhere, sold for old china and put under glass. And people will walk around and admire her, marveling at the warm color of her nose, and wondering what the tip of her tail was lost.
In our time, we are not aware of the charm of this dog. We're too used to
To her. She is like the setting of the sun and the stars, - their beauty does not amaze us,
because our eyes have been looking at her for a long time.
So it is with this porcelain dog. In 2288 people will come from
her delighted. The production of such dogs will be forgotten by that time.
art. Our descendants will rack their brains over how we
made. We will be fondly called "the great masters who lived in the nineteenth century and made such porcelain dogs."
The pattern that our eldest daughter embroidered at school will be named
"tapestry of the Victorian era" and will be highly prized. Blue with white
mugs from roadside taverns, chipped and cracked, will diligently seek out and sell their weight in gold: rich people will drink a punch from them. Japanese tourists will rush to buy up all the "gifts from Ramsgate" and "souvenirs from Marget" preserved from destruction and take them to Tokyo as old English rarities.

Jerome K. Jerome