Written by Mat Cuts Here I is more not rider.
To run, I will not be examined, I will go to search for on the light,
Where insulted there is to a feeling corner.
This of line from the finale of the play of my compatriot Of griboedova “to mountain from the mind”.
But I, after being the victim of insidiousness and treason,
I will leave forever those ruinous walls,
TU abyss infernal, where lewdness reigns,
Where the neighbor neighbor- enemy is fierce, but not brother.
I will go to search for angle in the edge, thence distant,
Where it is possible to somehow be honest person .
But this of line from the finale of the play of this Poklena itself “misanthrope” in the transfer of Russian author Fedor Kokoshkin (1816).
There is a similarity between these finales. Ah, my god, I am not expert.
Let this the scientists examine. They will describe to you about that, how griboedovskiy a Chatskiy is similar to the Altsesta- misanthrope, and about why Porta Goldoni they consider the student of this Poklena itself, and about how adolescent Pushkin imitated to this Poklenu, and there are many other clever and interesting things.
I all this badly examine.
This does not completely interest me.
Another occupies me: the plays of my hero will play during three centuries on all scenes of peace, and it is unknown, when they will cease to play.
This is what it is interesting for me.
Here what person will develop from this baby.
Yes, I wanted to speak about plays. Dudevant's aurora, however is more known by the name Georges Sand, it will be one of those, who will write plays about my hero.
In the finale of this play Moliere, rising, he will say:
- Yes, I want to die house… I want to bless my daughter.
And prince Conde, after approaching it, will give the remark:
- You oboprites against me, Moliere.
However, actor Du Parc, whom to the time of Moliere's death, incidentally, will not be in the light, sobbing, will exclaim:
- O, to lose the only person, whom I sometimes loved.
Ladies write touchingly, nothing you will already do with this. But you, my poor and blood-stained master. You nowhere wanted to die, either house and or out of the house.
Yes even hardly, when in you from to mouth gushed out in river the blood, you expressed the desire to bless its little coma interesting daughter To madlenu. |
Who writes more touchingly than lady. |
Perhaps that other men: Russian author Vladimir Rafailovich Zotov will give not less sensitive finale. |
- King goes. |
He wants to see Moliere.
Moliere. What with you.
- It died.
And prince, after breaking into a run towards Ludovik, will exclaim:
- Sovereign. Moliere died.
And Ludovik XIV, after removing hat, he will say:
- Moliere is immortal.
What it is possible to object against the last words. Yes really man, which lives alrea.
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