Один графоман
в солидный журнал
прислал корявый стишок.
Совсем таланта не было в нём,
и стиль был весьма смешон.
Но чтобы вывод под стих подвесть,
в нём были такие слова:
«Жизнь такова, какова она есть,
и больше – никакова!»
Младший редактор сказал: «Пустяки!
Ступай-ка в корзину, брат!»
Но чем-то тронули сердце стихи,
и он их вернул назад.
– Вчера я пришёл веселенький весь,
и жена была неправа.
Но «жизнь такова, какова она есть,
и больше – никакова!».
Редактор отдела, увидев стих,
наморщил высокий лоб:
– Стихи банальные. Автор псих.
А младший редактор жлоб.
Но строчки вошли, как благая весть,
до самого естества:
«Жизнь такова, какова она есть,
и больше – никакова!»
И, свой кабинет озирая весь,
подумал любимец богов:
«А может, и я таков, как есть,
и больше совсем никаков».
И страшная мысль, как роса с травы,
скатилась с его головы:
«А может, и все таковы, каковы,
и больше – никаковы?»
«No, I should not say such things about people, grumble about them, and so on.
At people, who are there, from my point of view… they go in some way, they remember, then they don't, I shouldn't swear, because I am lucky in my life. I had an experience, the experience of my own dream in everyday activities.
I was sitting with Mashka, talking, sitting, talking with Mashka, and I suddenly saw it as a dream. The dream of the same quality, like night dreams have, I mean, I fell into such a condition, when I see a dream, in which I function. I function quite adequately, but it is obviously by all accounts, that it is a dream. The same dream I see at night.
Well, like in a dream, I'm trying to tell Masha something — Masha, well..., I'm describing my feelings, she says — »Well I understand it, but I myself don't feel it".
It was, like it usually is with me, for about 20-30 minutes, and the thing that is left after that experience is horrible.
It is real Horror, because it became obvious for me that the previous 40 and several years — I had been sleeping, I had been sleeping and was unawares of it. Things that had happened during those years… everything was just a dream.
Well, for me it was obvious, but actually it was terrible. It is said, that people are lucky on their ways, someone falls into coma, someone wakes up in this way — that life is not what it is. Well, and this, actually, struck me all right. Well, then it got clear, that I have to do something. Mashka and me — we even went to Nizhniy Novgorod as guests, I tried to find out from the only acquaintance, who is close to such items, that know «to sleep — not to sleep» what I should do?
Anagmin
vidyaradja
DASHKA