Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Прощайте, мадемуазель Вероника

Farewell, Mademoiselle VERONICA

I

If you finish the days under the wing of a dove,
that is realistic, time mincer
become a luxury small nations -
after numerous combinations
Mars moves closer to the palms;
and I myself the flies will not lay a finger
even in its apogee in July -
In short, if I do not die from a bullet,
if I die in bed, wearing pajamas,
because I belong to a great power,

II

then twenty years later, when my son,
failing otovarit bay glint,
he can earn, I dare
quit his family - through
twenty years, surrounded by the care
by reason of insanity in the house pharmacy
I'll come on foot, if you have enough power,
for the only thing about you in Russian
I recall. Although against the rules
return for the fact that the other left.

III

It is in the area of ​​morals deem progress.
After twenty years, I have come for the chair,
where you are sitting in front of me
a day when the body of Christ
ended in crucifixion flour -
on the fifth day of Holy you sat, hands
crossed as Buonaparte on the Elbe.
And in all intersections were white willow.
You put her hands on a green dress,
without risking their opening in arms.

IV

This position, with all affection,
Gemma is the best for our lives.
And she - not immobility. It -
apotheosis in ourselves the subject:
replacing the simple humility peace.
That is a new kind of Christianity, whom
duty to cherish and to be on guard
those who must be able to even
when Gabriel comes with a trumpet,
dead thing keep him!

V

The prophets are not accepted to be healthy.
Diviners bulk maimed. In short,
I sighted more than Naso Calchas.
Therefore prophesy - is like a cactus
or snapdragons bring to the visor.
Anyway, that teach the alphabet in Braille.
Hopelessly. Items at least,
thee similar to the touch, in the world,
they say, enough to swear.
What is your sacrifice, this is the oracle.

VI

You will surely forgive me this
gaersky tone. This is the best method
strong feelings of the masses to save
weak. Greek mask principle
again in turn. For in our time
Strong die. Then the tribe
weak - breeds and apart and wholesale.
Take the same today as my postscript
Darwin's theory is so faded,
this new truth of the jungle.

VII

Twenty years later, because it is easier to remember
what is missing, make up what
it is something different from the outside;
for lack of the right worse
than your absence - a new Gogol,
I get enough I can, no doubt, plenty,
without looking back, without fear of the former -
as the magic lantern of Easter
animates under the sounds of water from the tap
chair empty as the canvas screen.

VIII

In our past - greatness. In the future - prose.
For with empty chair is no longer in demand,
than you, it sat quietly La Guardia,
hands clasped, as I wrote above.
However, in sum, the present day embrace
much less than the crucifixion outstretched hands.
So this finding lame singer
Now, in the Holy sixty-seventh,
before me looms likeness veto
to jump in the nineties of the century.

IX

If I can not save that bird,
that is, if it will carry the eggs,
and in this labyrinth without Ariadne
(Because in death there are options,
foresee that - the same valor)
I was left alone, and, alas, spodoblyus
cholera, denunciation, sent to the camp,
then - unless you lie that Lazarus
was resurrected, then I'll rise again.
But soon, you know, I draw near to the chair.

X

However, the rush is foolish and sinful. Vale!
That is nowhere so make haste. Hardly
sturdy chair can face death.
For us, in the East, furniture
It serves three generations in a row.
But I rule out a fire and theft.
Scary that can mix it with a heap
other when cleaning. In that case,
I'm even ready to make a notch,
depicting a dove doves.