Etudes ex abrupto the Ode to wine“Oh, the nectar of heaven granted by gods, the golden beam of the sun concluded in a gloom of a clay amphora, a uveselitel of poor my heart and an uspokoitel of uneasy my soul! You, and only you, allow me to return for an instant in days of carefree and careless my youth, relieve me of bitter grief and numerous my sorrows, awaken deceased my desires long ago, allocate me with flashing mind and eloquence, kindle the gone-out fire of love and voluptuousness! Oh, Dionysus, the happiest of gods, be blessed for this gift!“
of In vino veritas - truth in wine - ancient attendants of eternally cheerful and young rake Bakhus (he is Bacchus, he is Dionysus) claimed somehow to justify the harmful addiction to “grapevine tears“ in the opinion of less zealous seekers of imperceptible truth at the bottom of expensive silver cups and simple clay cups.
“Wine pleasantly amuses heart, allows to forget the grieves and to feel that you strong hold by a beard of Jupiter“ - cheerfully the Roman blasphemers joked. “Poor wine lets to feel to the rich, the freak the handsome, unfortunate happy“ - not only fans of daily rough libations, most august judges of cheerful junkets in the company of friends and beautiful girlfriends dear to heart recognized, but also their contemporaries who were more constrained in this regard for some reason diluting with tasteless water this “nectar of gods“ it is more than half. By the way, the ratio of the “drinking“ and “teetotal“ noble patricians and low-native plebeians was approximately identical.
Wine as we know from history and literature, had a great variety of the most faithful admirers: here it is necessary to remember the sunlike author of a rubaa Omar Khayyam. “Who drank, that died who drinks, that will die, unless the one who does not drink is immortal?“ - questioned, having hmelno bent a dark eyebrow and pouring itself in an Esfahan drinking bowl some “Shirazskoye“ or “Sandzharskoye“, this great wise man of the East.
Or we will remember ““, “the tavern poet“ of Russia, the fighter and the rowdy Seryozha Yesenin who, however, preferred drinks more strong then “the black person“ looked on him.
The old man Hemenguey, when wrote “The old man and the sea“ nightly generously did justice to various Cuban rum cocktails and when created “A holiday which is always with you“, during the whole time remained up to the end faithful to the &ndash drink, favourite from adolescence; whisky.
Among writers and poets and in general, among all attendants of the handsome Apollo and his nine muses, it is difficult to find at least one who would not burn it “an amber beam of playful wine“. Most likely, at the bottom of an amphora, a jug or a bottle they found not only the truth hided there, but also inspiration, so necessary for each l’homme d’arts.
It is necessary to tell that was drunk always. And everywhere. But on a miscellaneous. At observance of a certain culture of drink as, for example at French or Italians who, as we know, are a good judge of noble drink wine turns in “a uveselitel of heart and an uspokoitel of soul“. At the same at whom this culture is absent, drink quickly turns into “piggy squeal“ and “circulation on eyebrows“.
The drinkable culture or lack of culture in not smaller degree depends on culture, traditions and tenor of life of these or those people. In the east drinking of alcoholic drinks is limited to bars and restaurants where it is possible to dare to drink a little. In some countries, such as Iran, drinking of alcohol in public places in general it is forbidden. Therefore after several attempts, on a habit, “to pass a liqueur glass during the lunchtime - another for appetite“, and in the late afternoon and in general “to be delayed“ or “to hoot with boys“ on Slavic manners, this habit, despite centuries-old traditions, gradually disappears.
B of that to the wife of especially Puritan France, Italy and other European countries you will be able to order easily for lunch a wine bottle, and in the evening of a lot of things more strong - nobody will stay without turning a hair, but upas you God to shout songs with the feelings which are holding apart you, to jump in fountains because “it is not weak“, or just to be shaken here and there because “at you the earth from under legs leaves“. It will be direct violation of an order.
Foreigners, it is necessary to recognize, in general it is rare “are torn in zyuzyu“ - the folk is sickly, aim to dilute that whisky of soda, gin with tonic, filter a glass of wine half an hour.
In Russia, Ukraine and Belarus a situation … you know what. It is possible and to sunbathe under a fence by the light of a lamp, and the person to plunge into salad, and all to kopek to lower a pay. Because it is possible. Because culture.
“Oh, the nectar of heaven granted by gods, the golden beam of the sun concluded in a gloom of a clay amphora, a uveselitel of poor my heart and an uspokoitel of uneasy my soul! You, and only you, allow me to return for an instant in days of carefree and careless my youth, relieve me of bitter grief and numerous my sorrows, awaken deceased my desires long ago, allocate me with flashing mind and eloquence, kindle the gone-out fire of love and voluptuousness! Oh, Dionysus, the happiest of gods, be blessed for this gift!“