Фридрих Ницше - О женщинах - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"Why do you steal so timidly at dusk, O Two? And what are you hiding carefully under your cloak? Isn't your treasure donated to you? Or are your newborn child? Or are you going along the path of thieves, are you, a friend of the evil?" - Truly, my brother! - answered Zarathustra. - This is a treasure donated to me: this is a small truth that I am carrying. But she is restless, like a small child; And if I had not clamped her mouth, she would scream in the whole throat. When today I walked alone with my road, at the hour when the sun sits down, the old woman met me and said so to my soul: "Zarathustra even told us, women, but he never told us about the woman." And I objected to her: "Only men need to talk about a woman." “And you can also tell me about the woman,” she said, “I'm old enough to forget everything at once.” And I heeded the request of the old woman and told her so: everything in a woman is a mystery, and everything in a woman has one unraveling: she is called pregnancy. Man for a woman; The goal is always a child. But what about a woman for a man? A real man wants two things: dangers and games. Therefore, he wants women as the most dangerous toy. A man must be brought up for war, and a woman - for a rest of a warrior; Everything else is stupidity. The warrior does not like too sweet fruits. Therefore, he loves a woman; In the sweetest woman there is still bitter. A woman of children understands better a man, but a man is more than a child than a woman. In a real man, a child who wants to play is hidden. Well, women, find a child in a man! Let the woman be a toy, pure and radiant, like a diamond, shining with the virtues of a non -existing world. Let the beam of the star shine in your love! Let your hope be: "Oh, if I had to give birth to a superman!" May your love be courage! With your love, you should step on the one who inspires you with fear. May your honor be in your love! In general, a woman understands little in honor. But let your honor be to always love more than to be loved, and never be the second. Let the man be afraid of a woman when she loves: for she brings any victim and every other thing has no price for her. Let the man be afraid of a woman when she hates: for a man deep down is only angry, and the woman is still bad. Who does the woman hate the most? - So Iron said the magnet: "I hate you most, because you attract, but not strong enough to pull to yourself." The happiness of a man is called: I want. The happiness of a woman is called: he wants. "Look, now only has become perfect!" - So every woman thinks when she obeys all love. And the woman should obey, and find the depth to her surface. The surface is the soul of a woman, a mobile, seething film in fine water. But the soul of a man is deep, its stormy stream is noisy in underground caves; A woman feels his strength, but does not understand her. - Then the old woman objected to me: “Zarathustra said a lot of my dear, and especially for those who are young enough for this. It is strange, Zarathustra knows few women, and, however, he is right about them. Isn't it because the woman does not have anything impossible? And now, in gratitude, accept the little truth! I am old enough for her! Wrap her well and squeeze her mouth: otherwise she will scream in the whole throat, this little truth. " "Give me, woman, your little truth!" - I said. And so the old woman said:

"Are you going to women? Do not forget the whip!"

So said Zarathustra.