Людмила Стрельцова читает поэму Дмитрия Быкова - Триумфальное - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

If reason and life are dear to you,

stay away from peat bogs at night,

when the forces of evil reign supreme.

A. Conan Doyle

There are still forces of hell in the world, secret and dark places. There is no need to go there in the evening, they warn us for a reason. Our oval city will be opened to everyone, but pray that fate will save you from Mayakovskaya-Triumfalnaya on the evening of the thirty-first.

I must admit, I’m even wondering - what is this point, Lord forgive me? This is a very ordinary place if you go there on any other day. On the left is Mayakovsky, on the right is “Sushi” - no obvious evil; but save, brothers, your souls on the evening of the thirty-first. They can mutilate you there at once, tearing you into two halves; All sorts of evil spirits are swirling there - either the Sabbath or Halloween! There, a reserve was built for them, so that the devil’s army would rage. Either they’ll throw a ball, or a children’s party, or they’ll bring the Nashists to yell at them... The local glades and Drevlyans think in fear: mother is honest! Why does the evil spirits only have a party on the thirty-first? What do they celebrate there, along the way, en masse, from January to December, every time, in all weathers, despite the frost and the sun? If only they could gather in a dense crowd, a round dance of festive elites - somewhere on Bolotnaya Square, as folklore, by the way, tells them - and organize their own general holiday: the Tretyakov Gallery is at hand there... But they want on Triumfalnaya, on this day , and nothing else.

They lie that life in Russia has become boring. It's scary to live on a new turn. It is no longer accepted in society to even talk about this place. So Shevchuk decided to at least find out what kind of thing was there, and asked openly at the premiere why it was impossible to go there. The hall froze. The Prime Minister straightened his tie. His cheek twitched. At the same time, he was so scared that he forgot about Shevchuk’s name. Everyone around lost their appetite. Yura asks: “What a shame, why can’t we go there?” He responded: “Excuse me, who are you?” Everyone was afraid to look at each other, even the air in the hall became ominous, because further from fear he said an unheard of thing, but could no longer stop, looking more and more fierce: “Maybe there is a children’s hospital there? Why embarrass sick children? Or maybe a summer resident is driving home from his dacha, gloomy, in a rubberized raincoat? (It’s because of stress, no less. There are no summer residents there at all.) Afterwards, out of anger, out of fear, or even if the Cheka’s nerves are strong, he started talking about coking coal, which upset even Shevchuk. What kind of immoral horror is there, what kind of final apocalypse is there, if our national leader, the nation’s choice material, lost his self-control at the mention of Triumphant?

If you decide at this time to advance to the fatal point, what will they do to you and everyone there? For example, they will hit you on the head, or they will break your arm in two places so that the walker does not suffer from itching, or they will simply catch you by the ear and take you to the police station for the night, and keep you, like, until dawn - not because of a bad conscience, but just for the very reason This. Don't go to dark places. I would say, hiccupping from courage and drizzling with involuntary tears, that our whole country is like that...

But not all, comrades, not all.

Dmitry Bykov