Владлен Гаврильчик - Поэт и Царь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Vladlen GAVRILCHIK

POET AND KING

play for puppet theater

acting dolls:

Pushkin

Tynyanov

tsar

Arakcheev

Pavlik Morozov

Timur

And

his team

Dantes

unknown in civilian clothes

action one

Pushkin's office. Portrait of Pushkin in a mourning frame.

door to the toilet On the door there is a "P", below "00" in a laurel wreath. Pushkin stands in a pose. Tynyanov in livery stands respectfully at a distance.

Pushkin: I erected a monument to myself

and everyone who exists will call me...

Ay, Pushkin, don't give a damn!

It would be necessary here for the forest

Weave in Kyrgyz curiosities.

He crumples the paper and throws it away.

Tynyanov: Oh, motherfucker, fly!

He picks up the piece of paper and eats it.

Pushkin: Take the bottle, but quietly.

In the meantime, we'll walk.

Discarded in the toilet.

Tynyanov: Doesn’t require a poet yet

to the sacred sacrifice of Apollo,

in the darkness of a stinking closet

he is innocently absorbed.

Brings a bottle. Pushkin returns. Tynyanov rushes into the toilet. He takes out a piece of paper and eats it. Pushkin drinks.

Pushkin: Let's raise our glasses, let's move them together...

Sniffs.

There was suddenly a whiff of human gas.

Tynyanov, you are a pea again

did you eat the other day? Japanese Boh!

Hey people, people, people? Hey!

People come in.

Give Tynyanov the whip!

Tynyanov is taken away. Pushkin continues to write while drinking.

Telephone.

Pushkin: Hello, Pushkin is on the phone.

Gavrilchik, is that you? Great asshole.

I hear your glasses clinking:

are you praising Bacchus today?

Don't lie, despicable one, you're lying.

I clearly hear a drunken howl

your daring friends

the hiss of foamy glasses

and punch flame blue.

Are you painting? Well? Let's? Let's.

Great Russian good bye!

Tynyanov enters, buttoning his pants.

Pushkin: And rightly so, lackey bitch.

Science is already ahead of you.

Telephone.

Hello, Pushkin is on the phone.

Oh, Anna Pavlovna! I kiss your breasts!

You are my golden one, I haven’t seen you for a long time.

You are an angel, you are a flower, you are a peach,

malvasia, halva, sherbet!

I'm sorry, what? Do you want to give?

And nonicha? I'll come. Hello.

He hangs up. In thought.

But is it possible for my figure

a simple piston to put on a fool?

With pathos:

I want the Empress!

I can handle this task

ruler of Russian thoughts.

Here you need oud, talent and intelligence:

Well, as for oud

We are Pushkin's guy anywhere.

act two

Winter Palace. Arakcheev and the Tsar. Arakcheev plays the drum. The Tsar marches and sings to the tune of “I was born a machine gunner.”

king: I was born an emperor,

to drink a lot and eat a lot.

I was born an emperor.

I am the father and mother of the people.

Arakcheev: You are good at posing, I must admit.

king: Oh? my angel, I'm glad to try!

Marching so energetically -

military and patriotic.

We're stuck in this, Dad.

Arakcheev puts his hands on the Tsar’s shoulders.

Arakcheev: Take off your pants, Nikolasha.

The king looked down. The lights go out. Quiet music is playing.

Darkness.

The light comes on. The king buttons his pants.

Arakcheev (farting loudly):

Yes, mon ami, I’ll tell you honestly,

that I am devoted to you without flattery.

With you I will dispel the old horseradish.

Tsar: Well, report to me about Race.

Arakcheev: If you please, everything is in order in Russey:

Toes are all apart and heels are together.

On holidays, guns fire...

Tsar: What is Pushkin doing?

Arakcheev: Now he’s writing a poem:

"I remember a wonderful moment."

Another lewd thing.

This Piita, alas, is a male.

Tsar: Yes, sir, it’s necessary, damn mother,

create a writers' union:

so that everything is in order,

Darn socks apart and heels together.

Arakcheev: What do I think, my mother is vigorous,

then shoot all the Piits.

king: Mon cher, your nature is rude.

We desperately need culture.

Dad, we need poets,

so that a soldier can line up verses

patriotic to perform.

Arakcheev: Min herts, you’re right, mother is vigorous!

But push