Потрясающее стихотворение Эдуарда А

Потрясающее стихотворение Эдуарда Асадова. До кома в горле:

Хозяин погладил рукою
Лохматую рыжую спину:
– Прощай, брат! Хоть жаль мне, не скрою,
Но все же тебя я покину.

Швырнул под скамейку ошейник
И скрылся под гулким навесом,
Где пестрый людской муравейник
Вливался в вагоны экспресса.

Собака не взвыла ни разу.
И лишь за знакомой спиною
Следили два карие глаза
С почти человечьей тоскою.

Старик у вокзального входа
Сказал: – Что? Оставлен, бедняга?
Эх, будь ты хорошей породы...
А то ведь простая дворняга!

Огонь над трубой заметался,
Взревел паровоз что есть мочи,
На месте, как бык, потоптался
И ринулся в непогодь ночи.

В вагонах, забыв передряги,
Курили, смеялись, дремали...
Тут, видно, о рыжей дворняге
Не думали, не вспоминали.

Не ведал хозяин, что где-то
По шпалам, из сил выбиваясь,
За красным мелькающим светом
Собака бежит задыхаясь!

Споткнувшись, кидается снова,
В кровь лапы о камни разбиты,
Что выпрыгнуть сердце готово
Наружу из пасти раскрытой!

Не ведал хозяин, что силы
Вдруг разом оставили тело,
И, стукнувшись лбом о перила,
Собака под мост полетела...

Труп волны снесли под коряги...
Старик! Ты не знаешь природы:
Ведь может быть тело дворняги,
А сердце – чистейшей породы!

Results (English) 1:

An amazing poem by Eduard Asadov. To coma in the throat:Master stroked with his hand A shaggy red back:-Goodbye, brother! Though it's a pity me, I will not hide,But still I will leave you.Tossed under a bench dog collar And disappeared under a canopy, boomingWhere Motley human anthill Flowed into wagons.The dog howled with not even once.And only the familiar spinoû Watched two Brown eyes With almost čeloveč′ej toskoû.The old man at the station entrance Said: Is That? On, the poor guy?Eh, whether you are a good breed.And then a simple cur!Fire over pipe, passRoared the locomotive that is urineOn the ground, like a bull, potoptalsâ And finally in nepogod′ night.Wagons, forgetting to scrape,Smoked, laughed, dozed.Here, you can see the Red dvornâge No thought not remembered.The owner did not know that somewhere On cross ties, from beating,For red light mel′kaûŝim Dog runs breathlessly!Tripped, throwing again,The blood on the paws are broken stonesThat heart is ready to jump Outward from the mouth opened!The owner did not know that the forces of Suddenly left the body,And stuknuvšis′ forehead on railings,The dog flew under a bridge.The corpse of the wave demolished under driftwood ...The old man! You do not know the nature of:There may be a body of Mutts,And the heart is purest breed!

Results (English) 2:

Great poem Edward Asadov. Before a lump in the throat: The owner patted his hand shaggy ginger back: - Farewell, brother! Though it is a pity to me, I will not deny, but still you I will leave. Flung under the seat collar and disappeared under the echoing shed, Where motley hive poured into carriages Express. The dog howled once. It was only for a familiar backs the next two brown eyes With almost a Human anguish. The old man at the entrance of the station said: - What? Left, poor man? Hey, whether you're a good breed ... And that's just a mongrel! Fire darted over the pipe, roared locomotive that is urine, on the spot, like a bull, shuffled his feet and rushed to the bad weather the night. In the cars, forgetting wrangles, smoked laughed, dozed ... Here, it is seen on the red mongrel not thought did not recall. I know not the owner, that somewhere along the tracks, the forces of the embossing, Beyond the red flashing light dog runs breathless! Stumbling, throws again in the blood paws on the stones are broken, what heart is ready to jump out of the mouth open! do not know the owner of that strength had suddenly left the body, and, bumping his head on the railing, dog flew under the bridge ... The corpse wave demolished under the snags ... Old man! You do not know the nature: It can be the body of mutts, A heart - pure breed!

Results (English) 3:

a poem by edward асадова. before the coma in the throat:


лохматую thoroughbred owner pat hand back:
- goodbye, brother! even though i don't mind telling you,
but still you i leave.


threw under the bench.and hid under the гулким shed, where the human ant



in the вливался express. the dog взвыла haven.
and a friend were two brown eyes turning

and

are almost a man.the old man at the train entrance
said, what? left poor? "if you're a good breed.
because simple mongrel! fire on the pipe заметался



взревел locomotive that got on the spot, like a bull, trampled.and enter непогодь night.

in wagons, forgetting the danger,
smoked, laughed,'re sleeping...
here shows the little mongrel got his
don't think, don't remember.

don't know master that is
to шпалам, forces выбиваясь
for a red flash light
dog runs out of breath.

side throws again
blood paws rocks broken
that jump heart set
out from the mouth open.

don't know master that force.if the time left the body,
and, стукнувшись forehead on the railing,
the dog under the bridge to fly..

the body wave demolished under the branch,
the old man! you don't know nature: "it may be the body of dogs, and the heart is the purest breed
!