Christians! Congratulations to You and Your loved ones with the bright feast Christmas! Let the house you reign comfort, kindness and the grace of God! We wish You health and happiness!
"Women's Magazine"
Christmas star
Boris Pasternak
It was winter.
The wind from the steppe.
And cold was the Baby in the manger
On the hillside.
His breath was warm ox.
Domestic animals
Were in the cave,
Above the manger warm mist floated.
Doha shaking off dust from bedding dust
And the grains of millet,
Watched from a cliff
Asleep in the midnight distance shepherds.
In the distance there was a field in snow and churchyard
Fences, tombstones,
Shaft in the snow,
And the sky above the cemetery, full of stars.
And next, unknown before,
Shy bowls Lodge
In the window of the cabin
Twinkling stars on the way to Bethlehem.
It blazed like a stack, side
From heaven, and God
As a reflection of arson
As farm on fire and the fire on the floor.
She lifted a burning Skirda
The straw and hay
Amid a universe
Alarmed by this new star.
The growing blaze glowed above it
And meant something,
And three astrologer
Hurry to call unprecedented fires.
They were transported by camel gifts.
And donkey in harness, one undersized
Another steps down from the mountains.
And the strange vision of the future pore
Rose far all came after.
All thoughts of the ages, all the dreams, all the worlds,
All future galleries and museums,
All the antics of fairies, all the Affairs of wizards,
All the trees in the world, all the dreams of kids.
The whole thrill zateplennyh candles, all circuits
All the splendor of colored tinsel...
... All fiercely and ferocious wind blew from the steppes...
... All apples, all the Golden balls.
Part of the pond to hide the top of alder,
But part of it can be seen perfectly from here
Through the rooks nest and tree tops.
As walked along the dam donkeys and camels,
We could well see the shepherds.
- Come with all the wonder of worship -
They said, wrapping round him housings.
By shuffling the snow became hot.
On a bright glade mica sheets
Fought for shack barefoot footprints.
On these tracks, like the flame of candle,
Grumbled shepherd in the light of the stars.
Frosty night was like a fairy tale,
And someone with a snow ridge navyuzhennoy
All the time invisibly entered their ranks.
Dogs wandered, looking warily,
And clung to the shepherd, and waited for the trouble.
In the same way through the same area
Were several angels in the midst of the crowd.
Made them invisible disembodied,
But step left foot print.
The stone was crowded crowd of people.
Dawn was breaking. Meaning cedar trunks.
"Who are you? "asked Maria.
- We breed cattle and sky ambassadors
Come lift You Both praise.
All together impossible. Wait at the entrance.
Amid gray as ash, predawn darkness
Stamped drovers and sheepmen,
Cursed with riders, pedestrians,
In slotted watering deck
Roared camels, donkeys kick.
Dawn was breaking. Dawn, like motes of ash,
The last star swept from the sky.
Only the wise men of countless rabble
Let Maria in the hole of the rock.
He was asleep, all shining in the manger of oak,
As of the month the beam in deepening hollow.
He replaced the sheepskin coat
Ass lips and nostrils of the ox.
Stood in the shadows, as if in the darkness of the barn,
Whispered, barely words.
Suddenly, someone in the dark, a little to the left
From the stall moved his hand magician,
And he looked back from the doorway to the virgin,
As a guest, watching the star of Christmas.
1947
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