Blue trolley

When I can’t overcome the trouble
When despair comes

At last, random.
I sit in the blue trolleybus on the go,
At last, random.

The last trolleybus, on the street mchi,
Tops on the boulevards whirling,
To pick up all the victims of the night crash, wreck.

Open the door as they walk along the street
I know how chilly midnight
Your passengers, your sailors
Come to the rescue.

I have repeatedly gone from trouble with them,
I touched them with my shoulders.
How much imagine kindness
In silence, in silence.

The last trolleybus is sailing around Moscow,
Moscow, as the river subsides.
And the pain that pounded in the temple with a pestle,
It subsides, subsides.

Lyrics of Bulat Okudzhava - Blue Trolley Bus

When I could not stand to overpower trouble,
When despair looms,
In the latter, accidental.
I "m in a blue trolley sit on the go
In the latter, accidental.

The last trolley bus, on the street MCI,
Vertices on the boulevards swirling,
So all to pick up, victims of the night of the wreck, the wreck.

Walking down the street door open,
I know how to chilly midnight
Your passengers, your crew,
Come to the rescue.

I would run away from trouble,
I touched his shoulders.
Like many, imagine, kindness
In silence, in silence.

The last trolley sails through Moscow,
Moscow, like river, dies down.
And the pain that squarecom pounded in his temple,
Subsides, subsides.

A man leaves a woman silently, without announcements or explanations. He knows that he left, and that’s enough for him. To learn about this and us, it is necessary to pester him for a long time. He is right, of course: he who does not announce his intentions does not burn his bridges and reserves the widest possible possibilities for action or inaction.
  We women are not like that. Give us clarity at all costs, even the clarity that we are sick of someone. And the last word should be ours, we will not stand behind the price: we will make conditions, reproach, remind of persuasion, scold, curse, declare intentions, proudly refuse, send away, the main thing is not to be silent. A dialogue lasts, even a monologue - relationships last in our imagination. Somehow, it is overlooked that the last word is given before the execution, and suicide bombers write farewell notes.

Everything that I want to bring to the attention of the man, everything that supposedly can change the situation, resume negotiations or end the relationship exactly as our sense of beauty requires, everything that so aggressively breaks out, everything that I want to drop like a boot followed the departed: “he went away; love; you have mortally offended me; I have another; it's your fault; I'm waiting; come back immediately; or me or her; if so, then I will leave; tired of; we have to talk; then piss off; She herself has long dreamed of leaving you; but you promised! either marry, or ... ”all this is well known to him, and, in fact, is either useless release of steam, or an invitation to bid. As the author of a number of such farewell letters, I assure you: all this is absolutely superfluous, limits our own alternatives and makes the enemy. And almost always we ourselves will change our mind a hundred times.
  Trying regularly, I found that it was almost impossible to infuriate someone so much that he loved me with all his heart. Only complete silence allows us to maintain dignity, it formulates our position significantly more weighty, intelligible and with incomparably smaller obligations. Silence is always, always more effective than persuasion, and even in a conflict with a man - as in a conversation with the prosecution: everything that I say can be turned against me, but no assurances will testify in my favor. The absence effect is one of the most powerful female charms in the arsenal, and only in silence does the girlish image gain temptation. Sometimes leaving in English is capable of distorting the space of relationships so much that the man’s physical body will return to the woman, but endurance is not a means, but a goal, and you should not reduce a win-win strategy to life for a temporary tactical technique.
  Confidence that one just has to affectionately call him, and everything will be fine, breaks the most proud of us, but if you need to call, you do not need to call.

However, the elegance of parting is ultimately only a matter of pride or aesthetics, and it’s time to admit that my own style is hopelessly spoiled by my willingness to chop left and right. It is incomparably more important to say less while the relationship is still going on, because after hearing everything that was told to us, the listener will lose interest. For a thousand and one nights only unsaid tales last.
  Jabber kills a woman’s secret.

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A man leaves a woman silently, without announcements or explanations. He knows that he left, and that’s enough for him. To learn about this and us, it is necessary to pester him for a long time. He is right, of course: he who does not announce his intentions does not burn his bridges and ...

When I can’t overcome the trouble
  when despair comes
  I sit in the blue trolley on the go,
  in the last
  in random.

Midnight Trolley Bus
  vertices along the boulevards
  to pick up all the victims in the night
  wreck
  wreck.

Midnight trolley, open the door for me!
  I know how chilly midnight
  your passengers - your sailors -
  come
  for help.

I have repeatedly gone from trouble with them,
  I touched them with my shoulders ...
  How much imagine kindness
  in silence
  in silence.

A midnight trolleybus is sailing around Moscow,
  Moscow is fading like a river
  and the pain that pounded in the temple with a pestle,
  subsides
  subsides.

Analysis of the poem Midnight Trolley by Okudzhava

The work “Midnight Trolley” by Bulat Shalvovich Okudzhava was first performed in the movie “Chain Reaction”.

The poem dates from 1957. The young poet, front-line soldier, teacher, and editorial staff member of Komsomolskaya Pravda released his debut book, about to move to the capital. Rehabilitation of repressed parents will make this wish come true. There, a fame will come to him after a couple of years as a performer of his own songs. In genre terms, it is an author’s song, in size - amphibrach with cross-rhyming, 5 stanzas. The lyric hero may well be the poet himself. Signs of a city landscape: trolley bus, boulevards. The plot develops on the streets of Moscow. The poem begins with anaphora and honest confession: inability to overcome misfortune, despair. The color of the trolleybus is not a metaphor. In those years, he looked exactly like that: yellow top, blue bottom. “I sit on the go”: that is, almost running, in frustrated feelings. “Last”: that goes almost at night. "Random": you can get a miracle. “Whirling through the streets” is like sailing along the waves of a stormy sea of \u200b\u200blife, where the wrecked victims are saved on the wreckage of the ship. People are drowning in life's hardships, they want to get ashore, give themselves a little respite, and collect their thoughts. Some important decision is not always taken at the same time, but at least “the pain subsides”. The lyrical hero turns to the trolleybus in the imperative mood, as to the last hope: urge, open it. “Your sailors”: silent mutual assistance of people who flee from home at night. Of different ages, social status, with serious and not very serious troubles, they warm themselves by the fire of kindness in a half-empty trolley in the middle of one of the most difficult nights of their lives. “He touched with his shoulders”: in order to push off from the bottom and emerge to the surface, do not be alone. The poem became one of the author’s most popular songs, constantly sounded at his concerts.

Lexical repetitions, comparison (like a river), pain with a pestle (a diminutive suffix emphasizes the aching, relentless nature of pain), parenteza: imagine (appeal to readers), metaphoricality (a detailed image of the elements, its victims, the ship as a symbol of salvation), epithet (chilly ), inversion (despair sets in).

B. Okudzhava's “Midnight Trolleybus” is a story about heartache, which decreases if it is shared with unfortunate comrades.