Расчерчен небосвода круг
Железной птицею разлуки.
Тугих воспоминаний лук
Сжимают трепетные руки.
Близка опознанная цель
Но снисхождения не просит.
Весь пройден лабиринт потерь
И сердце приговор выносит.
Сражён недрогнувший стрелок
И памяти стихает голос,
Но дует время в свой рожок
И силой наливает колос,
Чтоб чёрно-белое кино,
В котором зрители молчали,
Могло сниматься начерно -
Только вернее чем в начале.
стрелок
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The sky is charted with a circle
By the iron bird of parting.
The bow of taut remembrance
Is gripped by trembling hands.
The recognised target is near,
Yet asks for no compassion.
The labyrinth of losses is all traversed,
And the heart pronounces sentence.
The steadfast marksman is struck down,
And memory’s voice falls silent,
But time blows into its horn
And fills the ear of grain with strength,
So that the black-and-white film,
In which the spectators were silent,
Could be shot as a rough draft—
Only truer than at the beginning.
Гена Тихий 26.08.2026 05:02 • Заявить о нарушении
By the iron bird of parting.
The bow of taut remembrance
Is gripped by trembling hands.
The recognised target is near,
Yet asks for no compassion.
The labyrinth of losses is all traversed,
And the heart pronounces sentence.
The steadfast marksman is struck down,
And memory’s voice falls silent,
But time blows into its horn
And fills the ear of grain with strength,
So that the black-and-white film,
In which the spectators were silent,
Could be shot as a rough draft—
Only truer than at the beginning.
Гена Тихий 26.08.2026 05:02 • Заявить о нарушении