Ëåñòíèöà â íåáî. Êóäà ÿ èäó ïî íåé? Íàâñòðå÷ó íåáó èëè óõîæó îò íåãî ñåìèìèëüíûìè øàãàìè? Æèçíü òàê óñòðîåíà, ÷òî ó âñåõ åñòü ïîòåíöèàë è ñòðåìëåíèå ñòàòü ëó÷øå. È âñå ìû ñìîòðèì íà òåõ, êòî èä¸ò ââåðõ ïî Ëåñòíèöå. Äàæå åñëè ðàäè ýòîãî ïðèõîäèòñÿ âûâîðà÷èâàòü ãîëîâó íà 180 ãðàäóñîâ.
Âîò è Ðîìêà ìîé äðóã... Ñíà÷àëà îí ø¸ë âíèç, ïîòîì ïîáåæàë, à òåïåðü... êóâûðêàåòñÿ, ëåòèò âíèç, à ÿ ñëûøó òîëüêî:"Êèðèëë, ïîäîæäè, ÿ ñåé÷àñ!" Ìíå î÷åíü áîëüíî ñìîòðåòü. ß îòâîðà÷èâàþñü è ñíîâà ñìîòþ íàâåðõ. Ëåñòíèöà óïèðàåòñÿ â îáëàêà, íî íàâåðõó íàðîäó ìàëî, òàì î÷åíü ïðîñòîðíî. ýòî òîëüêî âíèçó àíøëàã... íàðîä òîëêàåòñÿ... è çà÷åì?! Òîëüêî äëÿ òîãî, ÷òîáû ïîíÿòü, ÷òî "äà äåðüìî ýòà âàøà ëåñòíèöà!" è ñîéòè ñ íå¸.
À ÿ ñìîòðþ íà òåõ, êòî íàâåðõó è òÿíóñü ê íèì. Îíè ìíå òàê ïîìîãàþò!!! ß ïîäíÿëñÿ òóäà, ãäå ñëûøíà âåëèêîëåïíàÿ ãèòàðà Äæèììè Ïåéäæà è õðèïëûé íàäðûâíûé âîêàë Ðîáåðòà Ïëàíòà. Ýòî òàê âåëèêîëåïíî!!! Îíè ïîþò ïðî Ëåñòíèöó, áóäòî îïëàêèâàÿ ñâîåãî äðóãà Äæîíà Áîíåìà, êîòîðûé ïåðåëåòåë ïî ãëóïîñòè ÷åðåç ïåðèëà è íàâñåãäà ëèø¸í âîçìîæíîñòè ïîäíÿòüñÿ ê äðóçüÿì...
Stairway To Heaven
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How ev'rything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
Ñåãîäíÿ (íó... â÷åðà óæå) âîçâðàùàëñÿ èç Ìîñêâû ì óçíàë, ÷òî îäèí ïàðåíü â äîìå óìåð. Îí õîòü è áûë àëêàøîì ïîñëåäíèì è... äîêàçàòåëüñòâ íåò... íî ÿ çíàþ, ÷òî ýòî îí 2-õ ìîèõ âåëèêîëåïíûõ ðûæèõ êîòîâ óáèë. Íî... ìíå òàê ñòàëî åãî æàëêî! Êîñòÿ, ïîêîéñÿ ñ ìèðîì! Íàäåþñü òåáå óäàñòñÿ âûìîëèòü ïðîùåíüå ó äâóõ ïóøèñòûõ ðûæèõ ñòîðîæåé...
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