Christopher Marlo on habrozavisimosti
Exactly a year ago, on April 1, 2012, during the excavations of Stonehenge, an earlier unknown manuscript of the English playwright Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593) was found. This event took place on Habré unnoticed, although the work is full of amazing insights, and the name is indicative: The terrible Habrahabr .
The play has not yet been published, so I would venture to offer my modest translation to the Khabrovsk citizens from Old English - perhaps he will be of interest to someone.
This is a terrible word Habrahabr
Gabriele , Prince, 18 years old.
Francesca , his bride, 16 years old.
Witch , 20 years old.
Gabriele and Francesca.
Tell me, Gabriele, why
are you Nahmuren - noticed over tea?
I don’t understand this attitude,
because our wedding is coming soon!
Not by chance.
My thoughtful look.
So worried, as if soon in a loop?
Betrayal? Did the enemy sharpen knives?
They led them all to be executed then.
Are you kidding?
Yes - at least I feel sick now.
Fi, this is arrogance! Just before the wedding!
Please, Francesca, believe me,
There is a certain hunch. Find out ...
What, what to learn?
What a witch will tell me.
What other witch?
There is a custom.
From ancient times in my family ...
He is not against accepted decency, is he?
That witch - grooms come to her
For a prophecy about the marriage of an ambulance.
There is no ancient custom.
Why be sad? Go without talking!
You are worried in vain.
Not at all.
There was no worse bitch in the world
than this witch. Something will blur,
And then I ... I would save my nerves,
Yes , I can’t - custom, what to say.
I'm afraid she will promise us adversity,
When you have to ask her a question
. How to spend years together.
And you ask about something else.
I should ask her a question about the family.
Oh, played out, I feel with fire,
Although usually cautious!
Ask, but suppose not about us.
About our remote
Descendants, and let at least the broken hour
Tells about his mirages.
What is the matter to us?
And it will cost, even though I am scared to go.
Ah, Gabriele, head to chest,
Bow to me and become, my friend, brave.
My sweetheart ... Gabriele ... Well, be brave
Go for our upcoming happiness.
I don't like this, she-she-she.
And hurry up, you hear, come back!
Witch and Gabriele.
Has appeared, yes? .. Long time not been
in my dwelling prince high-born.
I'm not doing that. Tied up with it -
And then, what is desired
from his girlfriend?
You drop it.
You are not the girl to me, but the witch is simple.
Let it be once succeeded to seduce,
What is attached to the body like a scab?
Everything is in the past relationship ... Listen, I
didn’t come to quarrel - this is not what.
In connection with the engagement, the family requires.
Where do we mark!
To an abandoned beloved came
Not for forgiveness - only for advice.
You, Gabriele, are climbing into trouble.
But I'm a witch.
Shame is unknown to you.
Do not be afraid, I will not lie in predictions.
Now we’ll check
whether the young beauty Will have to go to the father’s yard
Or in the mouth of the narrowed scabies Will
begin in a month ...
Wait a minute!
I intend to ask you another question.
What awaits my descendants ahead,
After three hundred or eight hundred years?
Yes, I'm sure!
Time, open up!
Let the gloomy abyss open,
And through it the unknown life
Will hatch like grains everywhere.
I see, see, see ahead:
A descendant of yours distant -
praprapra-prapra-prapra-great-great-grandson will fall
into dependence on Habr-Habr-Habr.
What kind of words are flying from your mouth?
They are incomprehensible to me.
I have to, yes ... There is a crunch in my ears.
No, stop it immediately! Go on!
Your descendant, your great-grandson is praprapra ...
On Habrahabr will become an old-timer.
However, he won’t make good, He will
only tear from the tension of the vein,
Instead of gold,
He will collect the pluses in the piggy bank.
Descendant idiot? You hit the poddy!
In captivity of illusions, schizia and allusions,
A descendant in Habrahabr will stare,
In his patterns are bright ...
It is hard for me.
Madman for a family is such a shame!
What is Habrahabr?
So, glass. Quite a lot of simple-minded people are
destined to get carried away with Habrahabr
Appear there once, but
not everyone will be able to return.
On Habrahabr all night?
Into the glass with a cloudy look?
Your prophecy will kill me,
No, I do not believe - it is difficult to believe in it.
You witch are lying!
Vestiges are not allowed to
Lie before people, even before you.
We have forgotten how to do this for a long time.
I am broken, destroyed. What's next ?!
Oh Lord! I am definitely disabled
Since I heard about Habrahabr.
The senile is broken by radiculitis,
And in the head a gypsy camp is buzzing.
Just think about it! The royal family
On the uniform the idiot will interrupt,
Whom, look for at least a year,
You will not find in the surrounding nature.
Yes, smallpox, hunger and jail are better
than Habrahabra slippery embrace,
In which mine will be
great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson ... That’s a curse!
How to live with it and overcome it?
What to do, who will help the unfortunate,
When the flesh has not yet been born,
And the brain is already foreboding with foreboding?
Isn’t this the elimination of trouble?
While prapra-prapra ... the descendant is fragile,
you can, prince! You grit your teeth! You will do your
main thing in life:
you will tear the root. Let the steel pierce
into my heart! That I linger, in fact,
When it is so simple ...
Sweetheart, stop it!
No need to fool around, Gabriele!
Ah, is that you?
From the witch did you come?
And what did she predict for the wedding?
Will all be well with descendants?
Satisfied with the prediction?
You are somehow pale.
Woman, be quiet!
You talk too sharply,
When we have until night
To the wedding ...
Shut up you, Francesca ?!
Oh women! All nonsense comes
from your source.
I said - at this place, here - You
don’t have to go. What did you answer?
What did the witch predict?
Good. A monster from the belly
Will appear - let not yours,
But our descendant.
Here is an old woman!
Upset? No, it’s a happy face.
And for me there is no worse picture, The
descendant to Habrahabr is like a prince:
And he stares, and breathes awkwardly.
What descendant descended to?
I'm royal blood.
Today is Gabriele too brave?
He decided to swear with me? This is new.
Maybe you're a fool yourself?
I'm a prince, remember.
Make your voice quieter
And stop being rude.
Well, if so, she
spoke to me, get it!
Ah, dying! Doctors to me!
And a hole in the dress! Medic required!
He’ll be late - even on a horse.
On a lather, he won’t reach Francesca.
Its end. Now it’s my turn to
take the medicine of Damascus steel.
It comes to the open heart,
But I can hardly stand the treatment.
How nice ... There’s a hot nail in my chest ...
What kind of flash is there? To see ...
One thing is sure: the
Prophecy of our witch's family did not come true .
Action 4 last
Prophecies cannot be deceived,
Since it is not given to them differently:
They always show the way,
You need to go to the end.
Both my mother and grandmother
only broadcast the truth during their Careers.
I recognize them in my breed
And I'm not joking with such things.
It will happen as agreed:
Yours, Gabriele, far-distant great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-greatness ... -
Century is not important and the name is all the same - It will
appear in the arms of Habrahabr.
But, Gabriele, that guy is
not at all an idiot and hardly even a nut.
You dreamed in reality because of the problems
that drove you into the coffin.
And your descendant will come out at least where:
Tall, without acne and anemia,
And without bad habits - yes, yes, yes,
Excellent, I will give him health.
Because, Gabriele, your son is here,
Waiting for his hour in my womb,
Then the whole free one will go out into the air.
His time did not come, but yours already struck ...
Oh my son! Our descendants are all -
Especially the one who steps bravely
Someday under the sweet canopy,
As predicted, Habra-Habra-Habra!