Feast in Time of Plague

Street. setout. A few feasting men and women.

Young man
The venerable chairman! I remember
About a human, We are very familiar,
About tom, whose jokes, funny story,
Sharp answers and comments,
So caustic in their importance fun,
Table Talk revived
And scatter the darkness, which is now
Infection, our guest, nasılaet
The most brilliant minds.
Besides two days of our general laughter praised
his stories; impossible to be,
So we are in his cheerful feasting
Forgot Jackson! Here the chair
are empty, if waiting
Jovial - but he was gone already
In the cold underground dwellings ...
Although eloquent language
He did not stop even in the dust of the grave;
But many of us still alive, and for us
There is no reason to be sad. so,
I propose a toast to his memory
With the cheerful sound of glasses, with shouting,
As if I were he alive.
chairman
He retired the first
From our range. Let in molchane
We have a drink in his honor.
Young man
Let it be so!
All drink in silence.

chairman
Your voice, sweet, outputs sounds
Birth-songs with a wild perfection;
Sing, Mary, we sadly and lingeringly,
So that we then turned to the fun
madly, like that, who is from the earth
He was excommunicated some vision.
Mary
(sings)
There was a time, flourished
In the world of our party:
On Sunday I visited
The Church of God is full;
Our children in a noisy school
voices,
And sparkled in the bright field
Hammer and fast Spit.

Now the church was empty;
School muffled locked;
Niva idly overripe;
Grove dark empty;
and selenium, how housing
Pogorelov, costs, —
softly all. one cemetery
not deserted, not silent.

Every minute of the dead are,
And the cries of the living
Fearfully ask God
Upokoit their souls!
Pominutno city hope,
And graves among themselves,
Like a frightened herd,
Huddle close succession!

If an early grave
Destined to my spring -
You, whom I so loved,
Whose love delight me, —
I pray: not pryblyzhaysya
For you my body Jenny,
Do not touch the mouth of the dead,
We should issue her.

And then leave The village in!
Go somewhere,
Wherever you can torment the soul
Delight and relax.
And when the infection blowjob,
Visit my poor ashes;
But Edmond did not leave
Jenny even in heaven!
chairman
thank you, thoughtful Mary,
Thank you for your plaintive song!
In the days of the old plague so Well, it is seen,
The hills and valleys of your visited,
And we heard the pitiful groans
On the banks of streams and creeks,
Running is now fun and peaceful
Through the wild paradise of your native land;
And the dismal year, which fell as much
courageous, good and beautiful victims,
Barely left his mark on
In some simple shepherd's song,
Dull and pleasant ... No, nothing
So do not grieve us among gay,
How languid, povtoronny heart sound!
Mary
ABOUT, if I never Phewa
Outside the hut of my parents!
They listen to their loved Mary;
I myself, it seems, heed,
Poyuschey in innate threshold.
My voice was sweeter while: it
It was the voice of innocence ...
Louisa
Not in vogue
Now songs! But all have
More simple souls: glad to melt
From women's tears and blindly believe them.
she is confident, that tearful eyes
Her irresistible - and if the same
Of laughter, thought his, the, right,
All Used smiling. Walsingham praised
Noisy northern beauties: here
She rasstonalas. I hate
Hair of the Scottish yellowness.
chairman
look here: I hear the sound of wheels!
wagon rides, filled with dead bodies. Negro controls it.
To her! Louise ill; it, I thought,
Judging by language, man's heart.
But so it is - a cruel gentle weaker,
And the fear lives in the soul, tormented passions!
drop it, Mary, water in her face. she's better.
Mary
Sister of my sorrow and shame,
I lie down on my chest.
Louisa
(coming to life)
terrible demon
I dreamed: all black, byeloglazyi ....
He called me into his truck. it
Lay dead - and lisped
terrible, unknown speech ....
Tell me: to whether it was a dream?
L drove the wagon?
Young man
Well, Louisa,
Cheer - even though all of our street
Silent sanctuary from death,
shelter peers, nothing undisturbed,
but you know, this black cart
He is entitled to drive everywhere.
We need to pass it! Listen,
You, Walsingham: to prevent disputes
And the consequences of fainting women sing
us a song, free, lively song,
Do not be sad Scottish inspiration,
A large, Bacchanalian song,
Born of a cup of boiling.
chairman
This I do not know, but you sing the national anthem
I'm after the plague, - I wrote it
last night, how we parted.
I found a strange hunt for rhymes
For the first time in his life! Listen to me, Well:
Hoarseness of my voice is decent song.
Many
A hymn in honor of the plague! hear it!
A hymn in honor of the plague! perfectly! bravo! bravo!

chairman
(sings)
When not being able to Winter,
How cheerful chief, conducts itself
We were shaggy squads
Its frost and snow, —
Meet her crackling fireplaces,
And cheerful feasts winter heat.

* * *

queen groznaya, Plague
Now we are talking to herself
And flatter the harvest rich;
And to us the window day and night
Stuchyt burial lopatoy ....
What can we do? and how to help?

* * *

How Wives of Winter,
Zapromsya also from the Plague!
Zazhzhom lights, nalem glasses,
Utopia fun minds
AND, brew feasts da balls,
Praise the kingdom of Plague.

* * *

There is rapture in the battle,
And the dark abyss on the edge,
And Furious Ocean,
Amid the terrible waves and stormy darkness,
And in the Arabian hurricane,
And the breath of the Plague.

* * *

Everything, everything, that threatens to ruin,
mortal is fraught for the heart
Ineffable delights -
immortality, may be, pledge!
And happy is he, Who of excitement
They acquire and manage could.

* * *

so, - Thank you, Plague,
We are not afraid of the darkness of the grave,
We will not confuse your vocation!
Glasses penim together we
And the maiden rose drink breath, —
Perhaps ... full Plague!
Beginning old priest.

a priest
Bezbozhnыy feast, bezbozhnыe bezumtsы!
You will feast and debauchery songs
Mocks the grim silence,
Everywhere death spread!
Amid the horror deplorable funeral,
Amid the pale faces I pray in the cemetery,
And your enthusiasm hated
Confused silence coffins - and the earth
Over dead bodies shake!
Whenever the elderly and wives molenya
Not sanctified common, death pit, —
I think I could, that now demons
The victim was plagued by the spirit of the atheist
And in utter darkness dragged with laughter.
several voices
He masterfully says about hell!
Go, old man! go his way!
a priest
I beseech you the Holy Blood
Savior, raspyatogo for us:
Interrupt monstrous feast, when
Would you like to meet you in heaven
Lost beloved soul.
Go to their homes!
chairman
Houses
We are sad - love the joy of youth.
a priest
You're my only weapon is, Walsingham? you're my only weapon is the one,
Who three weeks ago, on the knees,
The corpse of the mother, Reed, hugging
And with a scream fought over her grave?
Or think, Now she does not cry,
Cries bitterly in the heavens,
Regardless of feasting son,
The feast of debauchery, I hear your voice,
Singing songs mad, between
Pleas holy and heavy sighs?
Come with me!
chairman
Why did you come
I am worried? Can not, should not
I go for you: I'm here withheld
desperation, terrible memories,
Consciousness mine iniquity,
And the horror of the dead void,
That meets in my home -
And now the news of mad merrymaking,
And blessed poison of this cup,
And laskami (forgive me, Lord)
deceased, but cute creature ...
mother's shadow will not cause me
henceforth, - late, I hear your voice,
calling me, - recognizes the efforts
I save the old man ..., go in peace;
But cursed be, Who will go for you!
Mnogie
Bravo, bravo! worthy chairman!
That is preaching to you! I went to! I went to!
a priest
Matilda pure spirit is calling you!
chairman
(rises)
, Swear to me, with a raised to the heavens
faded, pale hand - leave
The coffin forever Silenced name!
ABOUT, if from the eyes of her immortal
Hide this spectacle! I once
She considered pure, proud, free -
And heaven knew in my arms ...
Where I am? Holy child of light! I see
You I was there, where my fallen spirit
Dosyahnёt not already ...
Female voice
he is crazy, —
He raves about his wife pohorononnoy!
a priest
Let's go to, let's go to…
chairman
My father, love of God,
leave me!
a priest
Lord bless you!
forgive, my son.
leaves. feast continues. Chairman remains, lost in deep thought.

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