Б.Л.Пастернак МУЗЫКА Дом высился, как каланча. По тесной...

B.L. Pasternak

MUSIC

The house towered like a tower.
On a cramped coal staircase
Two grand men carried the piano
Like a bell to a bell tower.

They dragged the piano up
Above the expanse of the city sea
As with the commandments of the tablet
On the stone plateau.

And here’s a tool in the living room,
And the city in a whistle, a noise, a din,
Like underwater at the bottom of legends
Downstairs stayed underfoot.

Sixth floor tenant
I looked at the ground from the balcony
As if holding it in her hands
And dominating it legally.

He came back in and began to play
He is a BAJA, not a stranger’s play,
But own thought, choral,
The buzz of the mass, the rustling of the forest.

The roll of improvisations carried
Night, flame, thunder of fire barrels,
Boulevard under the rain, the sound of wheels
Street life, the fate of loners.

So at night, by candlelight, in return
Simple naivete
Chopin recorded his dream
On a black drink of a music stand.

Or ahead of the world
For four generations,
On the roofs of city apartments
Thunderous thundering flight of the Valkyries.

Or conservatory hall
With hellish roar and cod
Tear Tchaikovsky shocked
The fate of Paolo and Francesca.
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