Автор: | Георгий Петрович Гладков |
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Метки: | Современная поэзия |
Язык оригинала: | Русский |
Год: | 1971 |
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Peterhof. Peter the First, dedicate.
I Petra Palace printing firm, He rises from the ashes and ruins; Zlata Samson proud victory Born giant foam; And bursting roar of the lion's mouth At the zenith; It is divided into parts And it falls, too exhausted, Bottom fermenting sludge fountain ... Sparkle gods and mollusk The crystal lace the water; Jets on different ways Tritons, nymphs and dryads In the silence of the park alley And bodies naked on a white background ... II The old park, near the Gulf, Stores quirkiness austere; And while there flows happily; Oak there hiding between the branches The secret of the rain; He pours suddenly, Crafty, fun, deceptive; Bench not leave uspey - And suddenly get soaked to the bone. And there - fungi, pavilions, niches; Jet chess stage, And the steps waterfall It descends regal; A higher - Palace sparkles, dazzles the eye And dome gold lights ... III Petra Palace Versailles eclipsed, Facing the seashore to the converted; And Park, Izumi Europe, On bare ground was nurtured; The ensemble's plan is perfect, Lifts the spirit; And the benefit is clear - The channel, a day he dug, Palace Bay united, Arrow giving rise to the prospect; From here, from the royal box, Gulf distance already visible; To the right - the house; Heed tide It should be on the banks of Monplaisir, Giving the soul weary world ... IV. Iron Peter walks away, In epee, - a powerful hand; A nasty wind blows Kaftan floors; And a century Future king sees clear - Russia should be fine; But the path of suffering is heavy, - And, teeth clenched, the king carpenter went ... Slavs work he made, Sam knowing what pot; And vspryanul slumbering people, And for centuries glorified herself, Guided stout mind, Russian genius - Peter. V Sometimes the autumn park shines - Crimson gold filled; A ray of sunlight pierces the maple shade, And leaves fallen, step suppresses; A cool breath of wind; It's time Poet - Inspiration Reigns in the mysterious beauty - It is in the morning dew, And Peña birds, too belated; And in the sea of white sails, And there - in the azure skies ... And Indian summer feeling of fatigue Will come, excite, enliven, And cobweb fly ... VI Captivated by the magic power of the jets, C and I walked favorite here; So as not to be in love, unfortunately, The fountain coin I threw; But luck is not fulfilled - We parted in the same summer, Keeping the excitement of love, Alas - as a cooling in the blood ... But Peterhof old affection, Since then, inadvertently attracts; revives memories Suddenly, a ringing guitar ... How old, I heard a motive, Sounds of love forgotten myth ... VII. Fountain being similar; Fountain - a convenient model, Where track is very convenient, The whole purpose of our mortal life. First - we see the birth, And young life Climbing - Then - the top, the pass, And in old age slow failure; At the bottom of the fountain - death lurks ... Murmurs fragment being: '' How high vznesёn was me! '' Alas - all this in the past; dreaming He was head of crystal crafts, And the sun rainbow space ... 1971. Kolodishchi (near Minsk) |
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