Макс Устиновский - А.П. Чехов. Дядя Ваня. Монолог Войницкого - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A.P. Chekhov. "Uncle Ivan". Monologue of Voinitsky.

Left ... Ten years ago, I met her at the late sister. Then she was seventeen, and I am thirty -seven years old. Why didn’t I fall in love with her and made her a proposal? After all, it was so possible! And she would now be my wife ... yes ... now we both would have woken up from a thunderstorm; She would be scared of thunder, and I would hold her in my arms and whispered: "Do not be afraid, I'm here." Oh, wonderful thoughts, how good, I even laugh ... But, my God, thoughts are confused in my head ... Why am I old? Why doesn't she understand me? Her rhetoric, lazy morality, absurd, lazy thoughts about the death of the world - all this is deeply hated to me.

Oh, how I will deceive! I adored this professor, this miserable gout, I worked for him like a wave! Sonya and I squeezed the last juices out of this estate; We, like fists, traded with leisure oil, peas, cottage cheese, we ourselves did not eat a piece to collect thousands of pennies and cents and send it. I was proud of him and his science, I lived, I breathed them! Everything that he wrote and spoke seemed to me brilliant ... God, now? Here he is retired, and now the whole result of his life is visible: after him there will be not a single page of labor, he is completely unknown, he is nothing! Soap bubble! And I will deceive ... I see, they will deceive stupid ...

It will rain now, and everything in nature will be refreshed and sighed easily. The thunderstorm will not refresh me alone. Day and night, like a brownie, the thought strangles me that my life is lost irrevocably. There is no past, it is stupidly spent on trifles, and the present is terrible in its absurdity. Here is my life and my love: where should I put them, what should I do with them? My feeling dies in vain, like a ray of the sun that has fallen into a hole, and I myself perish ...