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Ðåäüÿðä Êèïëèíã (Rudyard Kipling)
«Êàçàðìåííûå áàëëàäû». 49. Ïûëü
(Ïåõîòíûå êîëîííû) Äåíü-íî÷ü-äåíü-íî÷ü — ìû èäåì ïî Àôðèêå, Äåíü-íî÷ü-äåíü-íî÷ü — âñå ïî òîé æå Àôðèêå (Ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü — îò øàãàþùèõ ñàïîã!) Îòïóñêà íåò íà âîéíå! Âîñåìü-øåñòü-äâåíàäöàòü-ïÿòü — äâàäöàòü ìèëü íà ýòîò ðàç, Òðè-äâåíàäöàòü-äâàäöàòü äâå — âîñåìíàäöàòü ìèëü â÷åðà. (Ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü — îò øàãàþùèõ ñàïîã!) Îòïóñêà íåò íà âîéíå! Áðîñü-áðîñü-áðîñü-áðîñü — âèäåòü òî, ÷òî âïåðåäè. (Ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü — îò øàãàþùèõ ñàïîã!) Âñå-âñå-âñå-âñå — îò íåå ñîéäóò ñ óìà, È îòïóñêà íåò íà âîéíå! Òû-òû-òû-òû — ïðîáóé äóìàòü î äðóãîì, Áîã-ìîé-äàé-ñèë — îáåçóìåòü íå ñîâñåì! (Ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü — îò øàãàþùèõ ñàïîã!) È îòïóñêà íåò íà âîéíå! Ñ÷åò-ñ÷åò-ñ÷åò-ñ÷åò — ïóëÿì â êóøàêå âåäè, ×óòü-ñîí-âçÿë-âåðõ — çàäíèå òåáÿ ñîìíóò. (Ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü — îò øàãàþùèõ ñàïîã!) Îòïóñêà íåò íà âîéíå! Äëÿ-íàñ-âñå-âçäîð — ãîëîä, æàæäà, äëèííûé ïóòü, Íî-íåò-íåò-íåò — õóæå, ÷åì âñåãäà îäíî, — Ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü — îò øàãàþùèõ ñàïîã, È îòïóñêà íåò íà âîéíå! Äíåì-âñå-ìû-òóò — è íå òàê óæ òÿæåëî, Íî-÷óòü-ëåã-ìðàê — ñíîâà òîëüêî êàáëóêè. (Ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü — îò øàãàþùèõ ñàïîã!) Îòïóñêà íåò íà âîéíå! ß-øåë-ñêâîçü-àä — øåñòü íåäåëü, è ÿ êëÿíóñü, Òàì-íåò-íè-òüìû — íè æàðîâåí, íè ÷åðòåé, Íî-ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü-ïûëü — îò øàãàþùèõ ñàïîã, È îòïóñêà íåò íà âîéíå! Ïåðåâîä Àäû Îíîøêîâè÷-ßöûíû
Òåêñò îðèãèíàëà íà àíãëèéñêîì ÿçûêå
«Barrack-Room Ballads». 49. Boots
(INFANTRY COLUMNS OF THE EARLIER WAR) We're foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa! Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa— (Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an'-twenty mile to-day— Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before— (Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war! Don't—don't—don't—don't—look at what's in front of you (Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up an' down again); Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' 'em, An' there's no discharge in the war. Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different— Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic! (Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up an' down again!) There's no discharge in the war. Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers; If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you (Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up and down again)— There's no discharge in the war! We—can—stick—out—'unger, thirst, an' weariness, But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of 'em— Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war! 'Tain't—so—bad—by—day because o' company, But night—brings—long—strings o' forty thousand million Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin' up an' down again. There's no discharge in the war! I—'ave—marched—six—weeks in 'Ell an' certify It—is—not—fire—devils dark or anything But boots—boots—boots, movin' up an' down again, An' there's no discharge in the war!
Äðóãèå ñòèõîòâîðåíèÿ ïîýòà:
- The First Chantey
- The Cursing of Stephen
- «Limits and Renewals». 1932. 19. Azrael's Count
- Tarrant Moss
- «Limits and Renewals». 1932. 9. The Coiner
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