стивен сеймур. переводы
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agavrDmitri Tonkonogov
THE VEGETABLES
Here she comes, that wife of mine.
Two legs, each of significant length.
At times, when she descends the stairs,
She floats on air, testing her strength.
And whenever she gets off a streetcar,
She is followed by a huge rolling ball
Which rustles like hay, like burdock, like leaves.
“What is it all about?”, she asks. How do I know?
I’m clever and sly, last night I went out for a beer.
Some chick had the nerve to call me “a cute city slick”.
I didn’t as much as look at her. Not a sneer.
I saw a mountain village in a dream last week.
It was nice, except it was on the North Sea shore.
In a dispute with a village chief I got a higher score.
Wow, it’s my wife again! Lucky me!
Back from shopping. Now, let’s see:
Humongous potatoes,
Some carrots, and so on.
As a boy I loved cold veggies soup,
But now that feeling’s gone.
This is incredible!
Beyond the veggies she bought
I caught a glimpse of a poet
Who can see what others cannot.
Maksim Amelin
I am thirty, feeling three centuries old:
my past is enough for ten men,
my awkward poems cannot tell
what I have experienced.
My poems are clumsy trees:
fronds tear the light, roots rip up the dark.
They are not clear or gracefull enough
to serve as songs of the brave.
There are two opposite sides to me,
I can’t make a choice, both are strong:
a cool intellect chilling my soul,
and a soul paralyzing the brain.
Half-bird, half-reptile, I am
now skyward, now earthward bound;
unable to fly or crawl,
I am stuck in mid-air.
Moscow, my stepmother, shelters me.
In my home town I’m a Dante in Paradise:
I still encounter familiar faces
which I no longer recognize.
And no one knows me. My eyes are weak
from peering into other worlds:
I keep stepping into the same old traps
as in my former life.
Dina Gatina
someone in a notebook in St. Pete
bought for a rubble ten
that is just the thing
and there’s someone who creeps
from the notebook into St.Pete
so sweet
which hand is it
theoretically
in a matchbox
to lie down next to
one leg an adult
one still has a coin in a sock for luck
anyone holding me, no, no one
will he hold out, no, will drown
hold it let me at least
or do it with your tongue
sorry-sorry-a-speck-in-the-eye
quick attack
got stuck
wrong foot
long
walk
to an eatery
since roughly
a pinch
for preference –
unreal.
Andrei Rodionov
BABYLON-5
In a minute the winter sun
Will be left standing behind
I will be far away from you
On the way to Babylon-5
Next to the portrait of
Pioneers of olden days
My rubber mat with an emblem:
A spacecraft and the sun
Our journey will be long
All the way to Babylon-5
Our orders are simple and clear:
Search space spiders and destroy
Stars are colder than ice
We’ll warm them with our lights
Our enemy is famished
Our slogan is “Live and kill!”
We are up, up, and away
To where our enemies wait
Let them tremble as they hear
The star riflemen march.
THE VEGETABLES
Here she comes, that wife of mine.
Two legs, each of significant length.
At times, when she descends the stairs,
She floats on air, testing her strength.
And whenever she gets off a streetcar,
She is followed by a huge rolling ball
Which rustles like hay, like burdock, like leaves.
“What is it all about?”, she asks. How do I know?
I’m clever and sly, last night I went out for a beer.
Some chick had the nerve to call me “a cute city slick”.
I didn’t as much as look at her. Not a sneer.
I saw a mountain village in a dream last week.
It was nice, except it was on the North Sea shore.
In a dispute with a village chief I got a higher score.
Wow, it’s my wife again! Lucky me!
Back from shopping. Now, let’s see:
Humongous potatoes,
Some carrots, and so on.
As a boy I loved cold veggies soup,
But now that feeling’s gone.
This is incredible!
Beyond the veggies she bought
I caught a glimpse of a poet
Who can see what others cannot.
Maksim Amelin
I am thirty, feeling three centuries old:
my past is enough for ten men,
my awkward poems cannot tell
what I have experienced.
My poems are clumsy trees:
fronds tear the light, roots rip up the dark.
They are not clear or gracefull enough
to serve as songs of the brave.
There are two opposite sides to me,
I can’t make a choice, both are strong:
a cool intellect chilling my soul,
and a soul paralyzing the brain.
Half-bird, half-reptile, I am
now skyward, now earthward bound;
unable to fly or crawl,
I am stuck in mid-air.
Moscow, my stepmother, shelters me.
In my home town I’m a Dante in Paradise:
I still encounter familiar faces
which I no longer recognize.
And no one knows me. My eyes are weak
from peering into other worlds:
I keep stepping into the same old traps
as in my former life.
Dina Gatina
someone in a notebook in St. Pete
bought for a rubble ten
that is just the thing
and there’s someone who creeps
from the notebook into St.Pete
so sweet
which hand is it
theoretically
in a matchbox
to lie down next to
one leg an adult
one still has a coin in a sock for luck
anyone holding me, no, no one
will he hold out, no, will drown
hold it let me at least
or do it with your tongue
sorry-sorry-a-speck-in-the-eye
quick attack
got stuck
wrong foot
long
walk
to an eatery
since roughly
a pinch
for preference –
unreal.
Andrei Rodionov
BABYLON-5
In a minute the winter sun
Will be left standing behind
I will be far away from you
On the way to Babylon-5
Next to the portrait of
Pioneers of olden days
My rubber mat with an emblem:
A spacecraft and the sun
Our journey will be long
All the way to Babylon-5
Our orders are simple and clear:
Search space spiders and destroy
Stars are colder than ice
We’ll warm them with our lights
Our enemy is famished
Our slogan is “Live and kill!”
We are up, up, and away
To where our enemies wait
Let them tremble as they hear
The star riflemen march.
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Date: 2006-08-10 06:33 pm (UTC)просто спросите у яндекса. его порядочно в сеть натыкано
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Date: 2006-08-10 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 04:32 pm (UTC)Скажите, а вот эти переводы нужны были для титров?
Мы сейчас как раз собрались их делать для фестиваля заграничного, и я вспомнила, что еще тогда-тогда был перевод и соответственно для титров, наверное.
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Date: 2010-11-05 05:59 pm (UTC)и титры были вполне сделаны и пришиты. где-то в недрах наташи бабинцевой оне
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Date: 2010-11-06 06:38 pm (UTC)в глубине мелко все больше и больше
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Date: 2010-11-05 06:00 pm (UTC)