Lyrics для стихов - минус для стихов
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Пришла ко мне девочка
с заплаканными глазами,
с надеждой коснулась моей руки:
-Ведь вы же когда-то любили сами,-
вы даже писали об этом стихи...
Я не хочу так, я не согласна...
Скажите, разве она права?
Зачем она перед целым классом
вслух читала его слова?
Зачем так брезгливо поджала губы,
когда рвала листок пополам,
зачем говорила о нас так грубо,
что мне повторять неудобно вам.
Мы очень с ним дружим...
-Я это знаю.
-Он очень хороший!
-Я помню, да...
-Вы разве знакомы с ним?
-Да, была я
такой же девчонкой, как ты, тогда
он тоже писал мне записки...
-Значит,
вы мне поверите?
-Всей душой!
...И вот разговор откровенный начат
между маленькой женщиной и большой.
Через час,
утешившись в детском горе,
она ушла на каток... А я
разговор продолжаю, волнуясь, спрою,
тревожно на сердце у меня.
Если учительница вскрывает
чужие письма- прощенья нет!
Простите, я кажется подрываю
педагогический авторитет?
Простите, но все это-
дело поэта,
а я к тому же еще и мать...
Поэт Маяковский писал "Про это"
затем, что про это надо писать!
Мы учим детей от гриппа спасаться,
улицы учим переходить,
так как же этого не касаться,
как будто легко научиться
любить.
(Казалось бы, это проще простого!)
Но я про любовь настоящую, ту,
когда самая жизнь
отдается без слова
за отчизну,
за женщину,
за мечту...
Чтобы люди
веку по росту были,
такими надо вырастить их,
чтобы с детства
все, что они любили,
любили бы
больше себя самих!
Пришла ко мне девочка
с заплаканными глазами,
вами обиженная до слез.
Почему вы в доверии ей отказали?
Потрудитесь ответить на этот вопрос!
Ведь не просто
школьница перед доскою,
единица, из коих составлен класс,-
вам было доверено
сердце людское...
Теперь оно больше не верит в вас!
A girl came to me
With tearful eyes,
Hope touched my hand:
-You have once loved yourself,-
You even wrote poetry about it ...
I don't want to do this, I don't agree ...
Tell me, is she right?
Why is she in front of an entire class
Did you read his words out loud?
Why so squeamishly pursed lips,
When she tore the sheet in half,
Why spoke about us so rudely,
What to repeat to me is inconvenient for you.
We are very friends with him ...
-I know it.
-He's very good!
-I remember yes ...
-You are familiar with him?
-Yes, I was
the same girl as you, then
He also wrote to me notes ...
-Means,
Will you believe me?
-What soul!
... And now the frank conversation has begun
Between a little woman and a large one.
In one hour,
comforted in children's mountains,
She went to the rink ... and I
I continue the conversation, worrying, I ask,
Anxious in my heart.
If the teacher opens
There are no foreign letters- there is no forgiveness!
I'm sorry, I think I'm undermining
Pedagogical authority?
Sorry, but all this-
The poet’s business,
And I also also have a mother ...
Poet Mayakovsky wrote "About this"
Then, what to write about it!
We teach children to escape from influenza,
We teach the streets to cross
So how do you not touch it,
as if easy to learn
be in love.
(It would seem easy to!)
But I'm true about love, that
When the very life
Given without a word
For the homeland,
For a woman,
For a dream ...
To people
The age of growth was,
Such should be grown,
To from childhood
All that they loved,
They would love
More than yourself!
A girl came to me
With tearful eyes,
You are offended to tears.
Why did you refuse to trust her?
Take a lot to answer this question!
After all, not easy
Schoolgirl before the handicraft,
a unit of which is a class,-
You were entrusted
human heart ...
Now it no longer believes in you!
With tearful eyes,
Hope touched my hand:
-You have once loved yourself,-
You even wrote poetry about it ...
I don't want to do this, I don't agree ...
Tell me, is she right?
Why is she in front of an entire class
Did you read his words out loud?
Why so squeamishly pursed lips,
When she tore the sheet in half,
Why spoke about us so rudely,
What to repeat to me is inconvenient for you.
We are very friends with him ...
-I know it.
-He's very good!
-I remember yes ...
-You are familiar with him?
-Yes, I was
the same girl as you, then
He also wrote to me notes ...
-Means,
Will you believe me?
-What soul!
... And now the frank conversation has begun
Between a little woman and a large one.
In one hour,
comforted in children's mountains,
She went to the rink ... and I
I continue the conversation, worrying, I ask,
Anxious in my heart.
If the teacher opens
There are no foreign letters- there is no forgiveness!
I'm sorry, I think I'm undermining
Pedagogical authority?
Sorry, but all this-
The poet’s business,
And I also also have a mother ...
Poet Mayakovsky wrote "About this"
Then, what to write about it!
We teach children to escape from influenza,
We teach the streets to cross
So how do you not touch it,
as if easy to learn
be in love.
(It would seem easy to!)
But I'm true about love, that
When the very life
Given without a word
For the homeland,
For a woman,
For a dream ...
To people
The age of growth was,
Such should be grown,
To from childhood
All that they loved,
They would love
More than yourself!
A girl came to me
With tearful eyes,
You are offended to tears.
Why did you refuse to trust her?
Take a lot to answer this question!
After all, not easy
Schoolgirl before the handicraft,
a unit of which is a class,-
You were entrusted
human heart ...
Now it no longer believes in you!