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Ballada o Detstve

Vladimir Vysotsky


Chas zachat'ya ya pomnyu netochno
Znachit, pamyat' moya odnoboka
No zachat ya byl noch'yu, porochno
I yavilsya na svet ne do sroka
Ya rozhdalsya ne v mukakh, ne v zlobe
Devyat' mesyatsev - eto ne let
Pervyy srok otbyval ya v utrobe
Nichego tam khoroshego net

Spasibo vam svyatiteli, chto plyunuli da dunuli
Chto vdrug moi roditeli zachat' menya zadumali
V te vremena ukromnyye, teper' pochti bylinnyye
Kogda sroka ogromnyye breli v etapy dlinnyye
Ikh brali v noch' zachatiya, a mnogikh dazhe raneye
A vot zhivet zhe bratiya - moya chestna kompaniya

Khodu, dumushki rezvyye, khodu
Slovo, strochen'ki, milyye, slovo!
V pervyy raz poluchil ya svobodu
Po ukazu ot tridtsat' vos'mogo
Znat' by mne, kto tak dolgo muryzhil
Otygralsya by na podletse
No rodilsya i zhil ya i vyzhil
Dom na Pervoy Meshchanskoy v kontse

Tam za stenoy, za stenochkoyu, za peregorodochkoy
Sosedushka s sosedushkoyu balovalis' vodochkoy
Vse zhili vroven', skromno tak: sistema koridornaya
Na tridtsat' vosem' komnatok vsego odna ubornaya
Zdes' zub na zub ne popadal, ne grela telogreyechka
Zdes' ya dopodlinno uznal, pochem ona, kopeyechka

Ne boyalas' sireny sosedka
I privykla k ney mat' ponemnogu
I pleval ya, zdorovyy trekhletka
Na vozdushnuyu etu trevogu
Da ne vse to, chto sverkhu ot boga
I narod zazhigalki tushil
I, kak malaya frontu podmoga
Moy pesok i dyryavyy kuvshin

I bilo solntse v tri ruch'ya, skvoz' dyry krysh proseyano
Na Yevdokim Kirillycha i Kisyu Moiseyevnu
Ona yemu: Kak synov'ya? - Da bez vesti propavshiye!
Ekh, Kis'ka, my odna sem'ya, vy tozhe postradavshiye
Vy tozhe postradavshiye, a znachit obrusevshiye
Moi - bez vesti pavshiye, tvoi - bezvinno sevshiye

Ya ushel ot pelenok i sosok
Pozhival - ne zabyt, ne zabroshen
I draznili menya "nedonosok"
Khot' i byl ya normal'no donoshen
Maskirovku pytalsya sryvat' ya
Plennykh gonyat, - chego zh my drozhim?
Vozvrashchalis' ottsy nashi, brat'ya
Po domam, po svoim da chuzhim

U teti Ziny koftochka s drakonami, da zmeyami
To u Popova Vovchika otets prishel s trofeyami
Trofeynaya Yaponiya, trofeynaya Germaniya
Prishla strana Limoniya - sploshnaya chemodaniya
Vzyal u ottsa na stantsii pogony, slovno tsatski, ya
A iz evakuatsii tolpoy valili shtatskiye

Osmotrelis' oni, oklemalis'
Pokhmelilis', potom protrezveli
I otplakali te, kto dozhdalis'
Nedozhdavshiyesya otreveli
Stal metro ryt' otets Vit'kin s Genkoy
My sprosili: - zachem? - On v otvet
Mol, koridory konchayutsya stenkoy
A tonneli vyvodyat na svet

Prorochestvo papashino ne slushal Vit'ka s koreshom
Iz koridora nashego v tyuremnyy koridor ushel
Da on vsegda byl sporshchikom, pripresh' k stene - otkazhetsya
Proshel on koridorchikom i konchil stenkoy, kazhetsya
No u ottsov svoi umy, a chto do nas kasatel'no
Na zhizn' zasmatrivalis' my vpolne samostoyatel'no

Vse - ot nas do pochti godovalykh
Tolkovishchu veli do krovyanki
A v podvalakh i polupodvalakh
Rebyatishkam khotelos' pod tanki
Ne dostalos' im dazhe po pule
V remeslukhe zhivi ne tuzhi
Ni derznut', ni risknut', no risknuli
Iz napil'nikov sdelat' nozhi

Oni votknutsya v legkiye
Ot nikotina chernyye
Po rukoyatki legkiye trekhtsvetnyye nabornyye
Veli dela otmennyye soplivyye ostrozhniki
Na stroyke nemtsy plennyye na khleb menyali nozhiki
Sperva igrali v fantiki v pristenok s krokhoborami
I vot ushli romantiki iz podvoroten vorami

Bylo vremya i byli podvaly
Bylo delo i tseny snizhali
I tekli, kuda nado, kanaly
I v kontse, kuda nado, vpadali
Deti byvshikh starshin da mayorov
Do bedovykh shirot podnyalis'
Potomu, chto iz vsekh koridorov
Im kazalos' spodruchneye vniz

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