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o Unfinished FlightIlya Shambat

Unfinished Flight


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 by: Ilya Shambat - Mon, 20 Nov 2023 23:26 UTC

Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
And that he had a voice - he did not know.

Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
And on bad terms with circumstance.
And the tight string lay on a fret
That was broken in single place.

He started shyly with first note
But did not finish it, did not..
His music was incomplete
Did not make anyone's soul rise..
The dog kept barking, and the cat
Was hunting mice.

It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
He did not finish tasting wine
Did not even touch it to his face.

While he started the argument
Unhurried and uncertain
Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
The soul had shimmered through his skin.

He began the duel on the rug,
Barely, barely he began.
The judge did not open the score.
And little he saw of the game.

He sought to know all of it,
But did not reach, did not...
Not till the riddle, not the root,
He did not dig until the deep,
And her, that is still by herself,
He did not finish loving!

It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
And he had hurried - all for none.
And all that he did not resolve
Was not resolved by anyone.

Not with single word do I lie -
He served the pure word, poetry.
And he wrote poems on the snow -
But snows melt beneath the trees.

But the snow was falling then
And the freedom to write on the snow.
And the big snowflakes and hail
He touched with his lips as he ran, so.

But her, the one in silver necklace
He did not reach, not at his pace...
Did not reach goal, the runner he,
Not finished flight, it was in vain,
And sign beneath which he was born
Was licking cold Milky Way.

It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
When seconds do not reach the light -
The sound that does not reach the end -
Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.

It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
Funny to you, even to me.
The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
And whose fault could it be?

By Vladimir Vysotsky
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat

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