
Äëÿ àìåðèêàíöåâ (ïðåæäå âñåãî), à òàêæå âîçìîæíî è äëÿ äðóãèõ àíãëîÿçû÷íûõ ãðàæäàí ñòèõîòâîðåíèå Ýäãàðà Ïî
"Âîðîí" (
The Raven) ÿâëÿåòñÿ îäíèì èç õðåñòîìàòèéíûõ - òåõ, ÷òî âñå ÷èòàþò è ó÷àò â øêîëå. Ïîýòîìó íå óäèâèòåëüíî, ÷òî íà íåãî ñóùåñòâóþò ïàðîäèè. Ïðè÷åì, ñî÷èíÿòü èõ ñòàëè åùå â 19-âåêå, âñêîðå ïîñëå ñìåðòè Ïî.
20-é è 21-é âåêà òðàäèöèþ ïðîäîëæèëè. Òàê, â ïîñëåäíèå äåñÿòèëåòèÿ ïîÿâèëñÿ öåëûé ðÿä ïàðîäèé, ñâÿçàííûõ ñ êîìïüþòåðíûìè òåõíîëîãèÿìè è Èíòåðíåòîì. Âåñüìà ïîïóëÿðíîé ñòàëà îäíà, â êîòîðîé âìåñòî âîðîíà ñ åãî ôèðìåííûì "Nevermore!" ôèãóðèðóþò ñåðâåð è áðàóçåð, ñ òàêèì æå ïîñòîÿíñòâîì âûäàþùèå èíòåðíåò-ñ¸ðôåðó "îøèáêó 404" (ñòðàíèöà íå íàéäåíà). Ïðèêîë çäåñü çàêëþ÷àåòñÿ â òîì, ÷òî ïî-àíãëèéñêè ýòè öèôðû ÷èòàþòñÿ êàê "ôîð-îó-ôî", ÷òî ñîçâó÷íî ñ âîðîíîâûì "nevermore".
Quoth the server
404!
http://www.plinko.net/nevermore.htm
http://www.sepulchritude.com/suffer/poefest/raven_turner.html
Äðóãàÿ îñòðîóìíàÿ ïàðîäèÿ íîñèò íàçâàíèå "Êîíåö âîðîíà" è íàïèñàíà îò ëèöà êîòà Ýäàãðà Ïî. Òåõ, êòî íå âëàäååò àíãëèéñêèì, ïðîøó ìåíÿ èçâèíèòü, íî ÿ ïðèâåäó åå ïîëíîñòüþ, ïîñêîëüêó óæ áîëüíî íðàâèòñÿ ìíå â ýòîé ïàðîäèè îáûãðûâàíèå êîíêðåòíûõ ñòðî÷åê è ëåêñèêè îðèãèíàëà.* Êàê íåòðóäíî äîãàäàòüñÿ èç íàçâàíèÿ, çàíóäó-âîðîíà â ýòîì ñòèøêå îæèäàåò íåçàâèäíàÿ ó÷àñòü))
Âçÿò ýòîò êðåàòèâ èç êíèãè ïîä íàçâàíèåì "Ïîýçèÿ äëÿ êîøåê" (Poetry for Cats: The Definitive Anthology of Distinguished Feline Verse by Henry Beard), êîòîðàÿ ïîëíîñòüþ ñîñòîèò èç ïîäîáíûõ ïàðîäèé íà èçâåñòíûå âñåì àíãëîÿçû÷íûì ñòèõè: ïîìèìî "Âîðîíà" ãëàçàìè êîòà òàì ïðèñóòñòâóþò êîòîïàðîäèè íà ôðàãìåíò èç "Ïåñíè î Ãàéàâàòå" Ëîíãôåëëî, "Êóáëà-Õàíà" Êîëüðèäæà è... ìîíîëîã Ãàìëåòà ñàìè-çíàåòå-êîãî))
http://bertc.com/hamcat.htm
(íà ýòîì ñàéòå èìååòñÿ òàêæå ìàññà ïðî÷èõ øóòî÷íûõ òåêñòîâ, ñâÿçàííûõ ñ îñîáåííîñòÿìè àíãëèéñêîãî ÿçûêà, à òàêæå äðóãèå ïðèêîëû)
The End of the Raven
by Edgar Allen Poe's Cat
On a night quite unenchanting,
when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting
of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven,
in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched
above the chamber door.
"Raven's very tasty," thought I,
as I tiptoed o'er the floor,
"There is nothing I like more".
Soft upon the rug I treaded,
calm and careful as I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded
bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chattered,
I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered,
as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets,
curios and weird decor -
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.
Still the Raven never fluttered,
standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered,
his two cents' worth - "Nevermore."
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up,
oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up,
pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage,
and a little blood and gore-
Only this and not much more.
"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out,
"Pussycat, it's time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout
talking to a bird before.
How I've wallowed in self-pity,
while my gallant, valiant kitty
Put and end to that damned ditty" -
then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered,
eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.
×òî æå êàñàåòñÿ íàøåãî âåëèêîãî è ìîãó÷åãî, òî è íà ðóññêîì ñóùåñòâóåò íåñêîëüêî ïàðîäèé íà "Âîðîíà". Òîëüêî ÿ èõ ïðèâîäèòü íå áóäó, ïîñêîëüêó îíè ìàòåðíûå, îäíîìåðíûå è íåîñòðîóìíûå: ïî êðàéíåé ìåðå â äâóõ èç íèõ "Íèêîãäà!" çàìåíÿåòñÿ íà "Íè.. ôèãà!" è òîìó ïîäîáíîå. Æåëàþùèå ìîãóò îçíàêîìèòüñÿ ñ íèìè, à òàêæå ñî âñåìè ñóùåñòâóþùèìè ðóññêèìè ïåðåâîäàìè îðèãèíàëüíîãî "Âîðîíà" çäåñü:
http://zhurnal.lib.ru/w/woron/
Çàòî ïðèâåäó ïàðîäèþ ïåðåâîä÷èêà è ïîýòà Íèêîëàÿ Ãëàçêîâà:
ÂÎÐÎÍ
×åðíûé âîðîí, ÷åðíûé äüÿâîë,
Ìèñòèöèçìó íàó÷àñü.
Ïðèëåòåë íà áåëûé ìðàìîð
 ÷àñ ïîëíî÷íûé, ÷åðíûé ÷àñ.
ß ñïðîñèë åãî: — Óäàñòñÿ
Ìíå â áëèæàéøèå ãîäà
Ãäå-íèáóäü íàéòè áîãàòñòâî? —
Îí îòâåòèë: — Íèêîãäà!
ß ñêàçàë: — Â áîãàòñòâå ìíèìîì
Ñãèíåò ëåò ìîèõ îðäà,
Âñå æå áóäó ÿ ëþáèìûì? —
Îí îòâåòèë: — Íèêîãäà!
ß ñêàçàë: — Íåâçãîäû ÷àñòû,
Íåóäà÷íèê ÿ âñåãäà.
Íî äðóçüÿ äîáüþòñÿ ñ÷àñòüÿ? —
Îí îòâåòèë: — Íèêîãäà!
È íà âñå ìîè âîïðîñû,
Ãäå âîçìîæíû «íåò» è «äà»,
Îòâå÷àë âåùàòåëü ãðîçíûé
Áåçóòåøíûì ÍÈÊÎÃÄÀ!..
ß ñïðîñèë: — Êàêèå â ×èëè
Ñóùåñòâóþò ãîðîäà? —
Îí îòâåòèë: — Íèêîãäà! —
È åãî ðàçîáëà÷èëè!
http://www.rvb.ru/np/publication/01text/01/07glazkov.htm#verse14
* ×òîáû íå ïðîñëûòü ñíîáîì, ñêàæó, ÷òî ñóùåñòâóåò åùå îäíà êîìïüþòåðíàÿ (èëè ïðåä-êîìïüþòåðíàÿ, ïîñêîëüêó äàòèðîâàíà 73-ì ãîäîì) ïàðîäèÿ, íàïèñàííàÿ ïðîãðàììèñòîì Ãàåì Ëüþèñîì Ñòèëîì, â êîòîðîé ÿ íè ôèãà íå ïîíèìàþ - íå òîëüêî â åå òåêñòå, íî äàæå â ïîÿñíÿþùèõ êîììåíòàðèÿõ ê íåé)
http://www.erben.com/Pages/Fun/hactrn-raven.html