Live it is full, misters!
LIVE it is FULL, MISTERS!
pot? So - pot
City shabby and strong, thorough and cozy; the city of the prospering satiety and external churchism, the city of pans and frying pans, magnificent kitchens and distinct meanings.
On one of the squares is built a materiality monument, to another - satiety; they are similar - also full-heaps, with flat, bezvyrazitelny faces are powerful.
Is no time in the city the thought branched, there lived poets, philosophers and musicians, inhabitants listened to them and - grew thin, and complexion became earthy, and the indifference to things appeared. Then, having gathered and not having let on meeting of talkers, settled to give the power to a pot - about! it is huge, bokast, its hard walls sparkle and contents always cooks what can be eaten
allocated to the Pot the palace, picked up staff (one Gentlemen of the Bedchamber five pieces that was not digested) and began to live happily under his sad full wisdom Philosophers were welded - the correct decision! Approvingly dealers, &ndash hooted; and long-legged, lean rhymers and muzykantishka ran - do not profane more than our streets, do not poison our air.
In a pothouse abundance of amber happiness.
- As there our father?
- Newspapers write - everything well. Cooks.
- Well then on a mug.
Full paradise of dealers. To despair and thought - no.
of Children and school students drive to lay flowers at monuments of satiety and materiality. Pestret bouquets.
In newspapers write about a pot, about the schedule of its day, about gloss of its abrupt sides, still - about progress of trade and other pleasant things.
All fat daughters are safely attached in marriage - for big-bellied offsprings of worthy families - and unworthy there is no Eternity
? Only gloss of coins, these remarkable kruglyashy is eternal. Soul life? We do not know it. Scales weigh bread, sausage, meat. Who weighed soul?
In a tavern: Give - the hostess, some roast with gravy and beer do not forget! How there our father - that?
- Everything is good. Cooks.
Live it is full, misters! Will bring nobody from desperate, splashes of the sun of the penetrated gofmaniana to split, shatter kind to you a pot, and to clean off white fat from your once amber brains.
Live it is full
HISTORY of PASSION
In an ancient bookcase, in a shadow of big volumes in the far, gentle childhood found a weighty box, and, having opened it, touched a variety of coins, uvidav a magnificent scattering. Immersing fingers in the poured weight, took that coin, another, considered them, admired drawing. There was an European trifle which is not representing numismatical - or financial - values, but of what value it was for the curious child! Examining the florid, slozhnostrukturirovanny coats of arms of the European countries, reading legends - as if entered streets of the cities whose ancient bends took away in the history - concerning, attracting, playing shades
Then there was the Soviet club of numismatists where went with the father; on numerous tables coins lay - silver dimly gleamed, and it is red - yellow - something similar to dawn patches of light - poured copper
Portraits - thin and exact, animal, allegorical pictures a genista branch in hands of the goddess the worlds flashed and died away - the world of history smoothly included the world of modern kommemorativ; and illustrious antiquity - whose droplets were seen by me in coins - suddenly came to life pinkish marble of children`s dream.
of the Face of people with which the father spoke receded before persons of coins; also it was remembered then - the general, fluent sketch - the passion owning numismatists, printed on faces; the passion, whose vector defines life.
A opened then the world of thalers - these numismatical masterpieces impregnated with history clots; the thalers which passed centuries to inform of the message: here behind it is noise of Thirty years` war, and behind that - the magnificent yard of the king more inclined to luxury and cookery, nezhl to public affairs. Each of similar coins as if is dressed by a hidden veil of touches, and, taking in a hand heavy kruglyash, feel the communication with myriads of lives, events, destinies by
In enormous spaces of a Protestant cathedral - a cathedral, the essence aspiring to beskupolny height, to an ultraboundary not clear height - carries the sermon. The pastor is talkative - you will not take away. Vysverk of metaphors, painting verbal, richness of ottenochny characteristics - create the long intricate speech; modulations of a voice, quite on - actor`s emphasize what should be emphasized, and shade what should be shaded
the Sermon is ended. Parishioners disperse.
One of prostets, with clever brown eyes, a wrinkled face, dryish, lived approaches the pastor, and, smiling, speaks: And you know, the father, despite all this God is.
the Pastor looks at it with astonishment.
In the CONE of the LAMP
- Poddat I was, know, - spoke to one another. - Not strongly, and so - moderately happiness. Well, you know my yard? Flourishes yes of a koldoba And here the rain autumn passed, lamps flicker, asphalt shines a seal skin Quite good everything generally. And suddenly under a lamp - a face of the old woman - pastozno - white, bloated, and cheeks - as two pieces of soap Eyes are spiteful, swum away. And - feeling: here it is death It became so terrible
Another, dragging on a strong smoke, presented - in a lamp cone: white, indistinct, terrible. Something in soul breaks and flies in pro-wounds - deeper, than death
REFLECTION IN the MIRROR
the pond Flickered, flickered chyorno - zolotisto, beautifully, corners were tightened by a duckweed, the relief of coast is not equal, hilly, sand densely turned yellow at the coast Came. Sat down where was otly where the earth in a dense pattern of a grass was included into black density of waters. Fished around, waited; and as it was delightful at first gentle, after a hard poklyovka, both the float dived, and the crucian - dense, cool - was in zigzag fashion bent in air before falling in a bucket, having splashed
From a mirror is watched at me by the gray gray-haired man in the opinion of whom layers of heavy grief lay; looks, being perplexed - really it was once possible to exult from - for the caught crucian the SOVIET COUNTRY HAPPINESS
, and dance of cabbage white butterflies over a hollyhock reminds zigzags of thoughts of the philosopher. The child reads the whole day in a hammock of Three musketeers, and the sword made of a branch of cherry stands near a column. the Grandmother calls
to drink milk, and, bought in the neighboring village, it flickers opalovo, and gingerbreads sweet, firm
Water is given once a day, and it is necessary to manage to water all various kitchen garden, and hotbeds - huge as warehouses, give idea of Africa. Sites sometimes are separated from each other by a raspberry brake wall, and grasshoppers all right adjusted the violins.
Children with a bucket go on a pond, flickering is black, zolotisto - and it gives dense, cool crucians.
Neighbours will come in the evening to brochette; sitting at a board table, will drink moonshine from a dusty large bottle and to tell, tell
the Soviet country happiness