The best poem by Vladimir Vysotsky about death

On July 25, 1980, Vladimir Vysotsky died. Actor, poet, bard - popularly known and loved. On July 14, he gave his last concert, on the 18th he went on stage for the last time - to play Hamlet. On July 25, Vladimir Vysotsky died in his sleep.

A crowd of thousands gathered at the Taganka Theater to say goodbye to Vysotsky. During his funeral, the main event of the country - the Olympics - seemed to have stopped. Nobody talked about the competition that day. The sea of people stretched to the Kremlin. And people kept walking and walking. They brought flowers and cried.

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1.

Seconds, minutes, hours - zeros. Check your hearts with the clock! The holiday of the whole Earth is declared: "Day without a single death."

The entrance to paradise was hurriedly blocked, The gates of hell are bolted, Without reservations and conditions Everything is agreed at the top.

2.

The old woman of Death was given a bribe And plunged into oblivion - And they made her completely drunk And even took away her scythe.

No one will die from childbirth, From old age, illness, from Success, fear, shame, insults. Well, for whom they overlook, Those will be mercilessly revived - Calmly, without much remorse.

3.

And if there is a massacre now - Keep knives dull! And if the fight, then - without loss, Execution - so idle.

The decree reads without any "buts": To give bows to Lead, To make millions live better - This day is forbidden.

4.

And you, murderers, temper your ardor, - Forget to take revenge and be jealous! You can beat, but not kill, Strangle, but not to death.

Specifically, simply, businesslike: In the name of the devil himself No one will bare daggers anywhere. And the evil executioner on the scaffold Will not shed a drop of blood For the triumph of goodness and ideals.

5.

Leave, gallows, aphids, Foolish inventions! You, taken out of the loop, will not become holier.

You are disgusting and ridiculous to us, Slutty, cowards, Samoyeds, - We have misfortunes and troubles This day has been canceled!

6.

Do not dare to rip open your wrists, And swallow poison, and shoot in your mouth, Get up on the windowsills, The bright light from the windows has caught us!

We'll take you off the noose And wallow in the dust for show, Still breathing, warm, in your underwear... To live, though not strongly, is an order! Where will you get away from us: There is no reception now in the Lord's paradise.

7.

And a hundred bonfires will blaze - Do not burn, but warm our backs, And there will be many catastrophes, And death - not one!

And, having fallen off the table, No one will burst from gluttony, And they will fall from pretense From shots from around the corner.

8.

And they will crawl into a damp cell And eternal darkness, and a terrible cancer, Pain and fear will give way to Incredible fun!

Nothing can prevent Us from living, laughing and breathing, — We are waiting for the event in joyful languor. For the dark ones in Pillars Full of Straitjackets: A Special Holiday at the Lunatic Asylum…

9.

And the hour struck, and the day arose, Like an explosion, like blindness! Here and there a cry went up: “Stop, a moment!”

And gentle light poured from the sky, And the choirs of angels sang, And people quickly became insolent: Do what you want - there is no death!

10.

Some drank to death - But he lived, scoundrel, did not die. Another jumped into the spans in various ways, And the third was strangled by a neighbor, And that one - his ... Well, in a word, all Good and evil did with impunity.

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Quiet, good boy, did not know No fights, no strife: Now he raised his voice, Like stakes from fences, -

He hurriedly took out cobblestones from the wet pavements, And before he was a quiet scribe And he despised evil with violence.

12.

No one was dying around, And the one who used to understand Death as a reward or deliverance - He tried to hit on the spot, And at the same time he sang, That, they say, he remembers a wonderful moment.

13.

The scientific world - so all perked up, And the doctor, for the sake of science, Tested poisons on people, And without antidotes.

Over there, they staged a pogrom, It must be a junta or a clique, But everyone, young and old, Live, - everything ended in a way.

14.

Suicides, up to a hundred in number, were driven off the bridge by tanks, those who hanged themselves were revived en masse. Fortune - get out of the wheel! - Yes! Day without death was a success - Skirmishers, rejoicing, feasted.

15.

But suddenly the herald spread the news By the end of the banquet, That the celebration failed, That someone had died somewhere

In the quietest corner of the Earth, Where both passions and the elements sleep, - dashing resuscitators could not get there.

16.

Who could dare, who dared dare, And how did he persuade Death?! They gave her a bribe - Death is not at work! He died on takeoff, on a high note.