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    Форум » На полянке » Виктор Скляров » Английский варианты
    Английский варианты
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:01 | Сообщение # 1
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    ***
    I may be tender, ruthless, or naпve
    Sophisticated or a simpleton
    Cold-blooded warrior or a cissy
    Depending on the errand I am on.
    I’m strong and trenchant
    Fighting for the others
    Not for myself. It should be mentioned
    Myself is rather
    Ambiguous thing to be so valued
    To worth an effort
    And - I tell you,
    I surmise
    Only the honor can’t be sacrificed.
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:02 | Сообщение # 2
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    Each man has own fate.
    It’s no use to argue it
    And to abuse the Lord we pray.
    At any rate, each has received
    What he deserves, we can’t conceive
    God’s plans and God’s reserves
    Of helping us. We must observe
    The principles set forth by Christ
    And to surmise our sins be sized
    Not only by deeds. We have to realize
    Our thoughts have tendency to materialize
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:02 | Сообщение # 3
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    Peculiar Russian mentality
    We have only future or past
    We often ignore the mortality
    And risk our life at die cast.
    We hate any limits or borders
    Despise the conventions and laws
    We have affection to robbers
    And sympathy to the whores.
    In pubs we are greatest of thinkers
    In parliament – stupid as ass,
    The only thing that still link us
    Is that that we drink to excess
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:03 | Сообщение # 4
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    What is the Truth? Who needs it now?
    Eternal questions and eternal doubt.
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:03 | Сообщение # 5
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    New year’s coming
    Charming day
    When you’re family way.
    But if the fate is cunning
    And you are sole
    You should console
    Your poor self by way things are:
    You are alive and life’s ajar
    To any wishes
    But it may be vicious
    To the ill-wishers.
    Dec.30
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:04 | Сообщение # 6
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    Russia
    I mourn the non-existing country I was born in
    Though ‘t was a phantom of the country I belong to
    The alien land where I reside at dawning
    Of the millennium is wrongful.
    This can’t be Russia. It’s some aggregation
    Of perverts, thieves, whores and con men in power
    Sitting on branches of the wizened powers’ tree on ration
    Of the dead souls that emerged last hour
    They buy and sell and cheat - -
    That’s their only treat.
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:05 | Сообщение # 7
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    Word (I am Russian but most unexpectedly started to write poe

    I really do believe
    In immortality of Word
    Once said it starts to live
    When ceases to be heard
    It only may be observed
    Becomes the personage of endless play
    Staged at the theatre named World,
    Some for the centuries, some for a day

    Thus Oedipus is no longer king
    And Hamlet’s not involved in killing
    They are the notions we bring
    Expressing feeling.

    I start to contemplate
    About my fate
    So drastically changed
    Just by few lines exchanged
    Of all the accidents
    I know not precedent.
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:05 | Сообщение # 8
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    Rules
    People invent the rules for others to abide
    They set restraints and sometimes very wide
    Restrict the sequences of actions and decide
    What’s wrong or right. Our freedom’s tied.
    I speak of grammar. D’you think otherwise?
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:06 | Сообщение # 9
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    Voco vivi

    In the vast desert I am calling for alive
    Not to instruct, to preach, or to oblige
    Of living souls of the past;
    To see the reasons those derive
    The nation’s dumbness. But, alas!
    I see just zombies. I can’t grasp
    Why this is happening. The die is cast.
    The current won’t turn awry,
    ,Ressentiment won’t either. Should I strive
    For something vague, or should I die?
    My time has ended century ago, but why
    I’m sill alive stuck in the loop of Time?
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:06 | Сообщение # 10
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    Cassandra

    My mind’s my burden.
    I am a laughing stock
    For people here,
    They all mock my fears***
    When I warn them
    About murders
    They can evade.
    But they allow any sham
    Persuade the mob of sheer folly.
    When mob is robbed, by golly,
    Their malice is less intensive
    Than the contempt for me.
    It’s so offensive,
    How could it be?
    The tally is incentive.
    Could all be blind?
    Or am I out of my mind?
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:07 | Сообщение # 11
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    Loneliness

    Have you heard the people howl
    When they are not mad or drunk?
    Human words do not allow
    To express the state of funk
    When you have no one to share
    Not the bed but just a word
    When you shout in despair
    And meet no wishes to be heard.
    When your letters are ignored
    All aspirations are deferred-
    And you are flawless now:
    Nobody cares for you … Wow!
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:07 | Сообщение # 12
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    Taoist

    Unmoving, floating
    In the stream of life
    Being carried by the slowing current
    I grounded on bottom.
    Life is passing by
    Without moving me.
    It is late autumn.
    The winter’s coming
    Soon everything’ll get frozen…
    Charming.
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:08 | Сообщение # 13
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    Russified Hamlet

    I overlived my time, but was it really mine,
    Time stolen from the country less than an age ago?
    Oh, brave new world! Big Brother’s watching us
    Writhing in slime, in hunger and in pains.
    We’re robbed again and spat in our face.
    The cycle’s over. End has come to time.
    Pigs just like men, Swift’s yahooes, Bosch’s visions –
    Swift’s yahoo, системы технического зрения Bosch
    All in one place. Their name is Legion.
    They torture us. The pressure’s reached the crest
    I’m wasteable. But what about the rest?
    The rest is silence… I’m afraid eternal
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:08 | Сообщение # 14
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    Don Quixote

    I’m looking forward to the greatest of all loves
    I do not see it yet, but I feel its approach
    Despite my age, my health and previous vows,
    A knight without fear and reproach.
    I am not new – were many men before
    Worthy the title “knight” by deeds and not by birth
    My deeds are only words or statements or
    Just position in the situations worth
    Career only, or money, few times – life
    But that’s what counts is a readiness to loose
    All that you have and risk a dive
    Into a stream and not peruse
    The chances to survive just as you see the threat
    To the insulted and humiliated people.
    Injustice stream is turbulent and dread.
    It’s difficult to swim crosscurrent ripple.
    I am exhausted and the scores aren’t even
    Eternal battle can’t be won but I don’t care
    I don’ expect reward I could be given
    I have got used to snobbery and sneer.
    But what I hope without any reason
    Before I’m hanged for some invented treason
    The Lady of my dreams despite all lies
    Would glance at me with loving eyes.
     
    ПантераДата: Воскресенье, 24.06.2012, 01:09 | Сообщение # 15
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    My home

    I have a shabby castle of my own.
    It is my home.
    I must admit it’s only a flat
    And, frankly speaking, it’s not mine at that.
    My flat’s a ruin – no repairs
    Were made in twenty five odd years
    The only things bought by me here
    Are books and the computer gear.
    I’m not fastidious
    It would be tedious,
    The superstition
    In my position.
     
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