by Lev Rubinshtein
translation from Russian
by Phil Metres and Tatiana Tulchinsky
This time let's begin like this:
"A husband comes home from a business trip..."
A certain situation. The middle of summer. Early morning...
Early morning. A woman opens her eyes. She says, smiling...
Early morning. The happy din of birds. The middle of summer...
Early morning. The windows are thrown wide open. The sounds of the city waking up reach the ears: the cries of peddlers, the clop of hooves...
Early morning. The sun admires its own reflection in the drops of dew. An immense joy overflows the heart. Life is good, life is good!
Early morning. An airplane accelerates, takes off.
Early morning. An extreme disorder in all affairs. Debts. Frequent assaults of palpitations. This situation is, in a word, hardly ideal.
Early morning. All of them are running back and forth, the kids are bawling, the television is also bawling like crazy, and the window can't be opened for some reason. A total nightmare!
Early morning. Fires. Floods. Earthquakes. Landslides. Other natural disasters.
Early morning. Yearning. Anxiety. The owl's night cry. All the rest, later.
Early morning. Lermontov's poem "Pine." Shubert's "Musical Moment." Levitan's "At the Whirlpool." All in all, something in this vein.
Early morning. A short monologue. 1 1/2 to 2 minutes tops.
Early morning. A long conversation, amounting to the fact that the circle seems to have closed, and the center has not yet been found.
We are all running back downhill so hard,
But we have never reached the peak...
Why is he running after me,
I will not give myself to him.
Why is he running after me...
O Lord, how absurd is the dragonfly who hovers
Above an apple with just a few minutes to live.
I do not fancy him at all
I love another one.
And to that other...
"But how lovely he is! It's as if he were made
Of some otherworldly substance,"
I thought, when among the crowd suddenly...
I just don't know why
He has forgotten me.
Here's the shore, here's the sand.
"The painting's fine," the artist thought, and laid
Aside his brushes, while above his head...
I'll let him see, I'll let him see
How I burn, burn for him,
I'll hunt him down, and hold him tight,
And hunt him down again...
Before the lecture ended, he leaped up
And like a madman rushed into the kitchen...
Come to me, come to me, my dear,
And press your cheek to mine.
Or like a cat against the door¾
"The saddest season. A feast for the eyes,"
I suddenly remembered. Yes, it's true,
the saddest season.
--And many other things. This, for example:
"We stand amidst the freezing world, our path
Unknown in the murky twilight."
--Right, or like this
"We're still the same. For us,
All the world's estranged."
--And then what?
--"Why is there nowhere to go, then?"
--Right. Or like this:
"The Flight of the Valkyries. Disgrace
Upon the crown." And then...
"Whoever's late for the rendezvous
Is buried well beyond the wall."
--Exactly. And this one:
"They rushed inside, and brought in death with them..."
"At first we fought.¾" I can't remember more.
--All right. And this:
"Let's go crazy, let's tear it up,
Let's drink to all..."
-- "From paper cups?"
--Exactly. And this:
"Whoever day and night all others proudly wills¾"
--And their dreams with his dark anguish kills..."
"To this unhappy one I say: from your midnight heart¾
"Take out thy poison sting, and let in daylight..."
Good. And this one¾ No, we've said this already.
And this one is from Lev Tolstoy's "Alphabet":
-- "A blind man was going home. It was night. The blind man carried a light in front of him. What a foolish blind man, carrying a light in front of him. He is blind, what does he need light for? He needs the light so that someone who can see doesn't knock him off his feet."
And many, many other things. This time, let's finish like this:
--"The parents went out to a party..."
--Yes, yes, exactly like this: "The parents went out to a party. The boy stayed home, alone."
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