Сталин
Когда-то совсем давно я перевел для сайта Stalin.ru стихи Сталина и о нем. Почему-то вдруг вспомнил. Я надеюсь, Паша, Денис и Антон не обидятся, если они повисят и здесь.
"Утро"
И.В. Сталин
A rosebud's blooming in the alley
And to a violet it leans,
awoken lily of the valley
is bathing in refreshing winds.
A skylark to the clouds is drawn,
And from above the world it greets,
A nightingale on a sunny lawn
Is singing sweetly to the kids:
"Thrive forever, Oh Georgia, and never fade!
And you remember, little friends:
Add your excellent grades
To the glory of your land!"
В Колонном зале
Неизвестный автор, на смерть вождя
Two or three hundred million
Would have come if they only could
To the hall that we call the Columnar,
Famous all over the world!
From the farthest parts of Chukotka,
From the mountain ridges of Pamirs
They'd be plodding here sobbing in sorrow
Never ceasing in spite of the years.
Bareheaded Korean soldiers
Who have burnt their eyes with tears,
Would've come very gloomy and wordless
Along with Chinese volunteers.
Fearless warriors from Vietnam
And guerillas from Philippines
They would also certainly come
Never minding steep mountains or rivers.
This procession would be joined by mothers
From Lion, Paris, London, or Nice.
They would flood here just like the others
To behold the Protector of Peace.
For he used to care of their children,
He did have a heart made of gold!
Thus he really deserves adoration
Of every mother in the world.
And people from Bombay and Delhi
Would follow them into this hall
To memorize his eyes that reflected
The understanding of Hindu's soul…
The dead march and sorrowful feelings
Resound in our hearts with sadness,
The Columnar is crowded by the millions,
The procession of mourners is endless.
It was Stalin who gave us freedom
Now we live in the glow of the Red Star,
And great Russia has united the nations
Into the indissoluble USSR!
Our Party is strong and severe,
It's like eagle with beautiful feathers;
Our motherland Russia is dear
With the sixteen republics together!
Let the Soviet power get stronger!
Communism is our general aim!
Long live Stalin! You are really immortal
And undying is your fame!
Those were his words as he pierced
My poor brow with his ancient copper tooth
- Satan himself!
Следует добавить, что стихи - не фальсификация, они подлинные. За исключением одной только отсебятины, которую я позволил себе пропихнуть, но, раз ее за все эти годы никто не обнаружил, то значит так тому и быть! ;)
"Утро"
И.В. Сталин
A rosebud's blooming in the alley
And to a violet it leans,
awoken lily of the valley
is bathing in refreshing winds.
A skylark to the clouds is drawn,
And from above the world it greets,
A nightingale on a sunny lawn
Is singing sweetly to the kids:
"Thrive forever, Oh Georgia, and never fade!
And you remember, little friends:
Add your excellent grades
To the glory of your land!"
В Колонном зале
Неизвестный автор, на смерть вождя
Two or three hundred million
Would have come if they only could
To the hall that we call the Columnar,
Famous all over the world!
From the farthest parts of Chukotka,
From the mountain ridges of Pamirs
They'd be plodding here sobbing in sorrow
Never ceasing in spite of the years.
Bareheaded Korean soldiers
Who have burnt their eyes with tears,
Would've come very gloomy and wordless
Along with Chinese volunteers.
Fearless warriors from Vietnam
And guerillas from Philippines
They would also certainly come
Never minding steep mountains or rivers.
This procession would be joined by mothers
From Lion, Paris, London, or Nice.
They would flood here just like the others
To behold the Protector of Peace.
For he used to care of their children,
He did have a heart made of gold!
Thus he really deserves adoration
Of every mother in the world.
And people from Bombay and Delhi
Would follow them into this hall
To memorize his eyes that reflected
The understanding of Hindu's soul…
The dead march and sorrowful feelings
Resound in our hearts with sadness,
The Columnar is crowded by the millions,
The procession of mourners is endless.
It was Stalin who gave us freedom
Now we live in the glow of the Red Star,
And great Russia has united the nations
Into the indissoluble USSR!
Our Party is strong and severe,
It's like eagle with beautiful feathers;
Our motherland Russia is dear
With the sixteen republics together!
Let the Soviet power get stronger!
Communism is our general aim!
Long live Stalin! You are really immortal
And undying is your fame!
Those were his words as he pierced
My poor brow with his ancient copper tooth
- Satan himself!
Следует добавить, что стихи - не фальсификация, они подлинные. За исключением одной только отсебятины, которую я позволил себе пропихнуть, но, раз ее за все эти годы никто не обнаружил, то значит так тому и быть! ;)