Текст песни В.Высоцкий - Про глупцов
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Этот шум - не начало конца,
Не повторная гибель Помпеи -
Спор вели три великих глупца:
Кто из них, из великих, глупее.
Первый выл: "Я физически глуп, -
Руки вздел, словно вылез на клирос. -
У меня даже мудрости зуб,
Невзирая на возраст, не вырос!"
Но не приняли это в расчет -
Даже умному эдак негоже:
"Ах, подумаешь, зуб не растет!
Так другое растет - ну и что же?.."
К синяку прижимая пятак,
Встрял второй: "Полно вам, загалдели!
Я - способен все видеть не так,
Как оно существует на деле!"
"Эх, нашел чем хвалиться, простак, -
Недостатком всего поколенья!..
И к тому же все видеть не так -
Доказательство слабого зренья!"
Третий был непреклонен и груб,
Рвал лицо на себе, лез из платья:
"Я - единственный подлинно глуп, -
Ни про что не имею понятья".
Долго спорили - дни, месяца, -
Но у всех аргументы убоги...
И пошли три великих глупца
Глупым шагом по глупой дороге.
Вот и берег - дороге конец.
Откатив на обочину бочку,
В ней сидел величайший мудрец, -
Мудрецам хорошо в одиночку.
Молвил он подступившим к нему:
Дескать, знаю - зачем, кто такие, -
Одного только я не пойму -
Для чего это вам, дорогие!
Или, может, вам нечего есть,
Или - мало друг дружку побили?
Не кажитесь глупее чем есть, -
Оставайтесь такими, как были.
Стоит только не спорить о том,
Кто главней, - уживетесь отлично, -
Покуражьтесь еще, а потом -
Так и быть - приходите вторично!..
Он залез в свою бочку с торца -
Жутко умный, седой и лохматый...
И ушли три великих глупца -
Глупый, глупенький и глуповатый.
Удивляясь, ворчали в сердцах:
"Стар мудрец - никакого сомненья!
Мир стоит на великих глупцах, -
Зря не выказал старый почтенья!"
Потревожат вторично его -
Темной ночью попросят: "Вылазьте!"
Все бы это еще ничего,
Но глупцы состояли у власти...
И у сказки бывает конец:
Больше нет у обочины бочки -
В "одиночку" отправлен мудрец.
Хорошо ли ему в "одиночке"?
This noise is not the beginning of the end,
Not the repeated death of Pompeii -
The dispute was led by three great fools:
Which of them, of the great, is more stupid.
The first howl: "I'm physically stupid,"
His hands looked as if he had climbed the choir. -
I even have a wisdom tooth,
Regardless of age, it did not grow! "
But they did not take this into account -
Even a clever commercial is worthless:
"Ah, think, the tooth does not grow!
So the other grows - so what? ... "
To a bruise clutching a nickle,
The second one jumped in: "It's full of you!
I am able to see everything wrong,
How it exists in practice! "
"Oh, I've found what to boast about, simpleton,"
The disadvantage of the whole generation! ..
And besides all to see not so -
Proof of weak sight! "
The third was adamant and rude,
Tearing his face on himself, he climbed out of his dress:
"I'm the only truly stupid,"
I do not understand anything about anything. "
Long debated - days, months, -
But all the arguments are miserable ...
And went three great fools
Silly step on the stupid road.
Here is the shore - the road is over.
Rolling back the barrel to the side of the road,
In it sat the greatest sage, -
Wise men are good all by themselves.
He said to him who had approached him:
Say, I know - why, who such, -
I alone will not understand -
For what it's for you, dear ones!
Or maybe you have nothing to eat,
Or did they beat each other a little?
Do not seem stupider than you are, -
Remain as you were.
It is necessary not to argue, however,
Who is more important - will live well, -
Get mixed up again, and then -
So be it - come again! ..
He climbed into his barrel from the butt -
Terribly smart, gray and shaggy ...
And three great fools left -
Stupid, stupid and stupid.
Surprised, grumbled in the heart:
"The old wise man - no doubt!
The world stands on the great fools, -
In vain did not show old respect! "
Alarmed him again -
On a dark night they will ask: "Get out!"
All this is nothing,
But the fools were in power ...
And the tale has an end:
There is no more on the curb of the barrel -
In the "alone" sent sage.
Is it good for him to be "alone"?
Not the repeated death of Pompeii -
The dispute was led by three great fools:
Which of them, of the great, is more stupid.
The first howl: "I'm physically stupid,"
His hands looked as if he had climbed the choir. -
I even have a wisdom tooth,
Regardless of age, it did not grow! "
But they did not take this into account -
Even a clever commercial is worthless:
"Ah, think, the tooth does not grow!
So the other grows - so what? ... "
To a bruise clutching a nickle,
The second one jumped in: "It's full of you!
I am able to see everything wrong,
How it exists in practice! "
"Oh, I've found what to boast about, simpleton,"
The disadvantage of the whole generation! ..
And besides all to see not so -
Proof of weak sight! "
The third was adamant and rude,
Tearing his face on himself, he climbed out of his dress:
"I'm the only truly stupid,"
I do not understand anything about anything. "
Long debated - days, months, -
But all the arguments are miserable ...
And went three great fools
Silly step on the stupid road.
Here is the shore - the road is over.
Rolling back the barrel to the side of the road,
In it sat the greatest sage, -
Wise men are good all by themselves.
He said to him who had approached him:
Say, I know - why, who such, -
I alone will not understand -
For what it's for you, dear ones!
Or maybe you have nothing to eat,
Or did they beat each other a little?
Do not seem stupider than you are, -
Remain as you were.
It is necessary not to argue, however,
Who is more important - will live well, -
Get mixed up again, and then -
So be it - come again! ..
He climbed into his barrel from the butt -
Terribly smart, gray and shaggy ...
And three great fools left -
Stupid, stupid and stupid.
Surprised, grumbled in the heart:
"The old wise man - no doubt!
The world stands on the great fools, -
In vain did not show old respect! "
Alarmed him again -
On a dark night they will ask: "Get out!"
All this is nothing,
But the fools were in power ...
And the tale has an end:
There is no more on the curb of the barrel -
In the "alone" sent sage.
Is it good for him to be "alone"?