Ты уже большой и не веришь в сказки.
Но среди морозов, среди потерь
Тинкербель принимает твоё лекарство,
И хранит тебя глупая Тинкербель.
Пусть на сердце пусто, пусть ностальгия.
Не тревожься. Зима не придёт пока
Тинкербель по ночам пришивает крылья
К твоим старым протёршимся пиджакам.
Ты не видишь мир золотой чудесный,
Где в тиши зеркальной твоей страны
Тинкербель слова собирает в песни
И вплетает солнце в серые сны.
Всё случится. Всё сбудется потихоньку.
В кухне сладкий чай, за окном – апрель.
И не слышен звон безнадёжный, тонкий.
...Да хранит тебя глупая Тинкербель.
31.05.03
Тинкербель
© Copyright: Юк, 2003
Свидетельство о публикации №103053100688
Свидетельство о публикации №103053100688
Рецензии
If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment; if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing.
Этот отрывок из "Питера Пэна" меня восхищает с самого детства.
А вот ещё один. Тут хоть Кортасара, хоть Кафку вспоминай.
Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children’s minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.
Гениальная книга!
А вы верите в фей?:)
Команда - "Крепкая сборная", надо полагать?
Павел Арещенко 04.09.2006 23:06 • Заявить о нарушении
Этот отрывок из "Питера Пэна" меня восхищает с самого детства.
А вот ещё один. Тут хоть Кортасара, хоть Кафку вспоминай.
Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children’s minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can’t) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.
Гениальная книга!
А вы верите в фей?:)
Команда - "Крепкая сборная", надо полагать?
Павел Арещенко 04.09.2006 23:06 • Заявить о нарушении
На это произведение написано 17 рецензий, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.