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Rubaiyat (Khayyam Omar)
Quatrains about love and friendship, wine and wine drinking, about the search for the meaning of life and much more.
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Where are these wisest people of our land now?
They did not find the secret thread at the heart of the creation.
How they talked a lot about the essence of God, shook their beards all their lives - and left without a trace.
The chosen one, by whom the path of knowledge began,
Who is jumping in the sky on Burak* thoughts,
He bowed his head, having realized his essence,
Like the sky - and cries in confusion.
All those who are old and those who are young who live today,
One by one they will be led into the darkness.
Life is not given forever. How they left before us,
We'll leave; and after us they will come and go.
If the roses are not for us, then there will be enough thorns instead of a gift.
If the light is not for us, the hearth heat is enough for us.
If there is no mentor, no khanaka, no dive, the church, the bell, and the zunnara* are enough for us.
You yourself sculpted me from clay! - What should I do?
to me?
You wove me like fabric on the wall. - What should I do?
All the good and evil that I do in the world, you yourself predetermined,
You yourself wrote my destiny on my forehead! - What should I do?
Who gave a careless smile to beautiful lips,
Who gave heartfelt sadness to the mourners?
Even if he did not give us happiness, peace is enough for us,
For to many he gave tears and eternal torment.
It's a pity that we wasted our lives,
That we were pounded in the mortar of vanity.
O life! We didn't have time to blink an eye
And, having achieved nothing, they left!
Both your faces and hair are beautiful,
You, like cypress trees, are slender and proud.
And yet I just can't understand
Why did you grow up in the creator's flower garden?
If you can distinguish my family, you are a sign of the family,
saki,*
Then a hundred species differences will appear before you, saki.
I will willingly renounce them, and you give me plenty of wine,
And then let me stop being myself, saki!
What fate decided to give you,
It cannot be increased or subtracted.
Don't worry about what you don't own,
And from what is, become free.
If the heart wants freedom and throws off the lasso,
Then where should he go, the handsome one? After all, the world is an ocean!
And the Sufi, like a narrow-necked vessel, is full of ignorance,
If he drinks even a drop, by God he will be drunk.
The whole book of youth has been read,
The early spring of life has faded.
Where is the bird of joy*? Alas, I don't know
Where did she rush off to, where is she now?
If only the tablet of fate suddenly became subject to me
I would erase everything from it and write everything all over again.
I would banish sadness from the world forever,
So that joy reaches its head to the sky,
Beware of the treachery of the fleeing skies.
You have no friends, and do not know your enemies.
Don't hope for tomorrow, live today.
Try to become yourself, at least for a moment.
The month of Day* gives way to the blooming spring,
The book of life comes to an end in silence.
Drink wine, don't worry! The sorrows of the world The poison is deadly, and the antidote is wine.
In a moment, a moment - and life flashes by.
Let this moment sparkle with fun!
Beware, for life is the essence of creation,
As you pass it, so it will pass.
Look at the potters kneading clay, Not a drop of meaning in the heads of fools.
How they crush and kick the clay...
Come to your senses! - After all, these are the ashes of fathers.
“In the month of Shaban, do not touch the wine cups!
Don’t drink even in Rajab*!” the guardian of faith tells us.
Shaban, Rajab - time for Allah and the prophet?
Well, drink in Ramadan*. This month is ours!
Oh heaven, you dote on scoundrels!
Palaces, and mills, and baths are in their hands;
And the honest one asks for a loan of a piece of stale flatbread,
Oh heaven, I would spit on you in my heart.
What is the oppression of fate? After all, this is given to everyone.
Don't cry about what's been swept away by a whirlwind.
Live joyfully with an open heart
Don't waste your life in vain, drink wine!
In our vile age, every friend is unfaithful.
Stay away from crowds of people.
The one on whom you have relied in life, Take a better look, is the enemy in front of you.
Who are you, ignorant of the world? Look for yourself: you are nothing.
The wind is your basis, you, forgotten by God, are nothing.
The edge of your existence is two abysses of non-existence,
There is nothing around you, and inside you are nothing.
How sad it is that the foundation of life is cut short forever!
They fade into obscurity. and hearts bleed.
No one returned and brought news alive:
What's wrong with them? And where do they wander in the afterlife?
If he drank wine among us, the proud man would soften,
I saw how the knot, tight from wine, unraveled,
And if the hater Iblis drank wine*
He would have bowed to Man two thousand times.
Saki! Jamshida* your face is more beautiful than the cup,
Death for you is more joyful than our life.
And the dust at your feet is the light of my eyes Brighter than a hundred thousand suns in the heavenly bowl.
I came into the world, but the sky was not alarmed,
I died, but the radiance of the luminaries was not multiplied.
And no one told me why I was born
And why was my life destroyed in a hurry?
I have never drunk pure wine carelessly,
Until the cup of bitter troubles was served to me.
And he didn’t dip the bread into the salt shaker until he was full
I am with my own heart, burnt black.
The shard of the jug is higher than the kingdom that Jam created.*
The cup of wine is more delightful than the heavenly food of Mariam.
Early in the morning the sighs of drunkards are more sacred to my soul
The cries of all Abu Said and the prayers that Adham sang.*
Yesterday I went to a pottery shop,
The hands of the masters were nimble.
But I do not see the jugs with my spiritual gaze
I saw in their hands the ashes of their fathers.
They say that I am always ready to drink, - I am like that.
That I am a rind* and that I honor idols* as gods - that is what I am.
Let everyone have their own opinion, I won’t argue.
I know them better about myself, this is what I am, this is who I am.
How long will you break your hearts because of life's troubles?
You can hardly carry the burden of your sadness to the end.
Alas! Your affairs and mine are not in our hands,
And here, isn’t it better for a sage to submit to fate?
O Kravchiy! The flowers that were colorful in the valley
They were burned by the sultry rays for a week.
We will drink, pick spring tulips,
Until they crumble and decay.
I am ready to face death without fear.
It won't be better there than here - who knows?
Life was given to me for a limited time. I'll return it gladly
When it's time to return.
Our world is like an old discount*
Sleeping house of dawn and dusk,
The remains of the feast after a hundred Jamshids,
Caves of a hundred Bakhroms* arch of the cursed.
Where is the benefit of coming and leaving the world again?
Where will the warp of our years go?
Flames fell from the sky on the best of people,
They were incinerated - and there was not even smoke.
Neither you nor I understand the mysteries of eternity.
Neither you nor I can read obscure writing.
We argue in front of some kind of veil. But the hour will strike,
The curtain will fall, and we will not survive - neither you nor I.
Don’t your heart seek quenching from life,
Where are Jam and Kay-Kubad?* They are prey to decay.
And the whole universe and all the affairs of the earth are a deceptive dream, a mirage and a brief moment.
Can't we really find a place to rest here?
Or will we forever walk this endless path?
Oh, if only I could hope that in thousands of years
From the womb of the earth we will sprout again like grass!
Saki! May I be honored with the charming feathers,
Let the bitterness of wine be replaced for me with heavenly moisture.
Let Zukhra* be a Changist, the interlocutor is Isa.*
If the heart is not joyful, then feasting is inappropriate.
Chovgan* of fate, like a ball, chases you around.
Run faster - arguing doesn't help!
Where? For what? - Don't ask. Player
He knows everything himself! He knows, he knows1
I used the book of Genesis to guess about fate.
The sage, hiding his spiritual sorrow within himself,
Said: "With you - the moon in the night is like a month, long
Bliss with her! What else should you look for?"
Do not be afraid of the wiles of time as it moves.
Our troubles in the circle of existence are not eternal.
Spend the moment given to us in joy,
Don't cry about the past, don't be afraid of the future.
I'm afraid that we won't get into this world again,
And we won’t find our friends there - beyond the grave.
Let us feast at this moment while we are alive.
Perhaps the moment will pass - we will all be gone forever.
Here is the wine in the cup of immortality - drink it!
Fun is dissolved in it - drink it!
The larynx burns like fire, but grief washes away
It is living water, drink it!
Let there be a flaw in our knowledge, there may be deceptions in the postulates.
Enough to languish, let's clear away the fogs of doubt!
Let's fill the wide cup with wine,
Let's drink and be merry - neither sober nor drunk.
Why burden the peace of the heart with sadness?
Why darken a happy day with worries?
Nobody knows what awaits us next.
Here we need everything we could want.
Greet the sunrise and sunset with a carefree heart,
Drink with the moon-face, comfort both your heart and your eyes.
O friend, this is not the time to be tormented by vain worries,
After all, none of those who left came back.
Of course, we are the goal of all creation,
The source of knowledge and insight is us.
The circle of the universe is like a ring,
The diamond in that ring, without a doubt, is us.
Drink with wise and eloquent old age,
Drink with your smilingly beautiful youth.
Drink, friend, but don't shout about what you're drinking,
Drink occasionally and secretly - in a happy moment.
You are alive, healthy, carefree, drink bye
With a beauty like a rose in a flower garden,
Until the breath of death snatches away
Your short life is like a petal.
The sparkle of New Year's dew is beautiful on roses.
Beloved - God's best creation - beautiful.
Should the sage regret the past, should he scold it?
Let's forget yesterday! After all, ours today is wonderful.
I am sick, spiritual illness torments my body,
Refusing wine truly threatens me with death.
And it’s strange that no matter how much I took medicines and balms, everything was harmful to me! Wine alone does no harm.
My grief would have demolished a hundred towers with a bloody stream,
Ten thousand buildings would be washed away by the flow of my tears.
Not eyelashes on my eyelids - rain gutters,
If I closed my eyelashes, I would have to run away from the flood.
God forbids me what I wished for,
So will it come true - what I wished for?
If everything is righteous, what the just Ized* wanted,
So it means that everything I wished for is false, sinful.
Those who have adorned the horizon of knowledge,
Having risen as luminaries for the world and times,
Didn't melt the darkness of this deep night,
They told us a fairy tale and fell asleep.
He who established the earth and raised the firmament above it,
How much grief he has been carrying to his sad heart ever since.
How many faces are as beautiful as the moon, and lips like rubies,
He hid the dust of the earth in the temple, under stone oppression.
Today you have no control over tomorrow.
Your plans will disappear into sleep tomorrow!
Live today if you are not crazy.
You are not eternal, like everyone else in this earthly world.
A small drop of water merged with a sea wave.
A small handful of earth mixed with the dust of the earth.
What do your coming into this world and what do you leave mean?
Where are all the midges that swarmed and rang in the spring?
Even though I am sinful and unhappy, even though I am disgusted with myself
myself,
But I don’t despair, I don’t run to the gods,
Half dead with a hangover in the morning - I get up, I walk like yesterday,
To the beauties, to the drinking house, and not to the mosque, not to God’s temple!
Friend, don’t worry about what’s no longer there,
The light of today shines upon us.
Tomorrow we all face an unknown path
Following those who have left for seven thousand years.
For those to whom knowledge of secrets has been given,
Both joy and sadness - is it really the same?
But if good and evil pass without a trace,
Cry if you want, or drink wine.
We were a drop and from the heat of passion
Appeared in the world - not by our power,
And if tomorrow a whirlwind scatters us,
Find at least a glimmer of happiness in the wine cup.
We will kill the sadness of hearts with a cup weighing mana,
Let's enrich ourselves with jugs of wine.
Having divorced consciousness, title, faith three times,
We will marry the daughter of the vine later.
How strange the life of the caravan goes.
Blessed is he who travels his path cheerfully and drunk.
Why guess about the future, saki?
Give me some wine! The night fog is passing!
The fire of my passion is high before you - so be it!
In my hands is the fiery juice of the grapes, so be it!
You tell me: “Repent and you will be forgiven.”
And if I’m not forgiven, whatever happens to me! - so be it!
The sun threw the shining morning lasso into the air,
And Khosrov* became obsessed with the ball in the bowl.
Drink wine! These are the cries of love in the immeasurable universe
They respond with the response: “Drink while you’re not drunk.”
Hey mufti*, look. We are smarter and more efficient than
You.
No matter how drunk we are in the morning, we are still sober than you.
We drink the blood of the vine, but you drink the blood of your neighbors;
Judge for yourself which of us is more bloodthirsty and evil than you.
How long should I live in deception, like wandering in the fog?
How long shall I, oh life, drink the muddy sediments?
I'm tired of your cunning, treacherous saki,
And I’m ready to pour out the rest of my life, like from a cup.
Beloved, whose gaze hurts the heart,
The noose of grief itself is lassoed.
Where will I find balm when consciousness
Is our healer foggy?
A cup of wine is dearer to me than the power of Kavus,
The throne of Qubad and the glory of the brave Tus.*
The moans of lovers that I hear at dawn,
Above prayers and the hermit's temptation.
Don’t dream of passing the age of seven decades.
So let the dawn always find you drunk.
Until they made a jug out of your head,
Give a vow of love and fidelity to the jug with the cup.
Before experiencing the vicissitudes to the fullest,
Let's drink some rattle* wine today.
What does the rotation of the sky promise us tomorrow?
Perhaps water will not be given to us.
My spirit is completely fed up with wanderings,
But, as before, I don’t have money in the treasury.
I don't complain about life. Even though it was difficult,
Wine and beauty still smiled at me.
You ruined earthly days for the sake of worldly goods,
But remember the Day of Judgment, look at your life.
After all, acquisitions have ruined many before you.
And what happened to them? Where are they all now?
Who inscribed the word of reason on the heart,
He didn’t waste a moment in vain.
He tried to earn the mercy of the Eternal through labor, or found peace of soul at the cup.
We came clean and became defiled,
We blossomed with joy and were saddened.
Hearts burned with tears, life in vain
They squandered it and disappeared underground.
The sun of the fiery horizon is love,
The bird of happiness among the green thicket is love,
No, love is not sobs, not tears, not the moan of a nightingale,
When you die without a groan, that's love.
When I have no wine, that day, like a sick person,
I'm dragging along
Taking the healing balm, I languish as if from poison.
The vicissitudes of the world are poison to me, and the antidote is wine,
When I drink wine, I am not afraid of poison.
No one has united with his beloved,
Until I wounded my heart with thorns, like a nightingale,
Until the tortoiseshell's comb is split into a hundred teeth,
He, too, is not free to touch your fragrant curls.
I came from heaven or hell - I don’t know about myself,
I live as I am - that’s how fate wanted it.
A full cup, an idol and a barat* in a flowering meadow by a stream;
These three are in cash for me, the promised paradise is in debt to you.
I said to myself: I won’t drink wine,
Now I will not shed the blood of the vines.
“Have you really decided not to drink?” - my mind asked me,
And I: “How can I not drink? Then I won’t live.”
Give me pure wine again, O friends, to drink,
Return the roses of spring to the yellowed cheeks.
On the day of my death, wash my ashes with wine,
Make me a tabout from a grapevine.
Wine and peri gave me happiness.
Let your heart be full of joy.
Always, as long as I was, and am, and will be,
I drank, and I drink, and I will drink wine.
The roses are blooming again in the morning breeze,
And the nightingale’s song filled everything around.
Let's sit under the pink canopy! They will be, like today, above us
Their petals will fall off when we go to the grave.
Khayyam, fate itself would be ashamed
The one whose chest was crushed by futility.
So drink wine from a full cup under chang,
Until the bowl broke on the stone.
When you knock on the secluded cellar again,
You will cheer up your friends' hearts by seeing them.
When Saki treats you with the intoxicating moisture of the magicians,
Remember me with a kind word, poor fellow.
If I reveal a secret among the slums to you, lovingly,
This is better than empty prayers, even in the mihrab*, but without you,
You are the end and the beginning of everything, without you there is nothing,
If you want, gift me yourself, or burn me, destroying me forever.
You broke my jug of wine, oh my God!
You closed the door of joy for me, oh Lord!
You spilled purple wine on the ground.
I'm in trouble! Or were you drunk, oh my God?
That potter who rounded our skulls like bowls,
He really showed art in his pottery craft.
Over the broad sufra* of existence he overturned the cup
And he concluded all the bitterness of the universe under that cup.
You are good, why should I think about sins?
You are generous, should I think about bread on the roads?
If, by resurrecting you, you will whiten me,
Why should I think about black writing?*
Will the sky grow a rose in the world,
What won't burn after half a day of heat?
If the ashes of the dead accumulated in the clouds,
Then bloody rain would fall from the heights.
If you gave wine to the mountain, the mountain would start dancing.
Let the fool frighten you with punishment for wine,
I will never repent of drinking wine,
After all, it nurtures thought and spirit in you.
Raise the bowl and the jug, O light of my eyes,
And spin in the meadow, by the stream at this joyful hour,
For many moon-faced and slender firmament potters
He turned it into a bowl hundreds of times, and into a jug hundreds of times.
Yesterday I crushed a pouring jug on a stone.
Being drunk, I committed such a ridiculous act.
The jug whispered to me: “I was like you before,
The same thing wouldn’t happen to you that happened to me!”
The mortal mind does not know what the essence of your existence is.
What is my disobedience and my submission to you?
Drunk with my sins, I am sober in hope,
This means: I believe that your mercy is immeasurable.
Dwellers of silent tombs, forgotten through the centuries,
They have long since crumbled and turned to dust.
What did they get drunk on so that they could get to Kiemat*
Oversleep without memory, forgetting about two worlds?
At the feast of reason, my mind always tells me one thing,
Although in Arabia and Rum there have been differences of opinion for a long time:
"Drinking wine is sinful, but the name of grace is Maysara.*
Maysara,” said the creator, “this means: drink wine.”
Now, while you are free, get up, go,
Lead your love to the bright feast.
After all, this kingdom of beauty does not last forever,
Who knows: what will happen ahead?
Arise, my dear lad, the dawn has flashed with a ray.
Fill the crystal bowl with ruby wine.
We are given little time in the mortal valley.
We will never get back what is gone forever.
The wine is a transparent ruby, and the jug is a mine.
The vial is flesh, and the wine in it is the spring of the soul,
In a crystal bowl, fiery wine sparkles, It is a shower of tears that arose from the blood of grapes.
Those who glorify hypocrisy instead of piety,
A mediastinum is placed between the living soul and the body.
Having listened to them, I put a hum* with wine on the crown of my head,
At least, like a rooster, they will bloody my crown with a comb.
Beloved, may your life be longer than mine
sadness!
Today mercy has shown me as before, once upon a time in the beginning.
She glanced at me and left, as if she wanted to say:
“Do good and throw it into the stream, so that the waves will rush away for people.”
I drink wine, but I am not a slave to vanity.
Behind the cup my thoughts are pure.
What is the meaning and power of worshiping the cup?
I don't worship myself like you.
You, handsome one, illuminated my destiny,
You are the light of a lover, not a slave.
And the one who did not die in a stream of grief,
Lives in Noah's ark, as if in a coffin.
I went to the market in the pot row,
There was a pottery product on display there.
And suddenly - one jug with a secret verb
He asked: “Where is the buyer? Where is the potter?”
What are the thrones of sultans to me? What are their palaces and treasury to me?
I don’t need a kasaba turban*, I need a flute!
The sound of prayer beads - messengers of the army of deception
I give in full for the evening cup of wine;
Yesterday, drunk, I walked to a tavern through the city ruins;
And a drunken old man in the maykhana* met me with a jug.
I said: “Shame on God. Think about your soul!”
And he: “God is merciful! Sit down! And help us drink.”
Do not defame the vine, the virgin bride of the grape,
Taunt the hypocrite mercilessly with evil mockery.
You shed the blood of two thousand hypocrites - there is no sin in that, But, sifting the wine from the hum, do not spill the stream of joy,
There is no way for people behind the veil of secrets,
We don't know the time frame long journey go,
The same end awaits us all. Drink wine!
The world will tell a fairy tale endlessly!
I'm crazy - in love with wine - well:
Don't be afraid of shame while you're drinking.
I drank so much that a passerby will ask:
"Hey, wine jug, where are you coming from?"
Today a good name is a shame,
To be tormented by the violence of fate is nonsense!
No, it's better to be drunk than to become an ascetic
Fix your gaze into the unknown.
You tell me: “At least drink less!
What is the cause of your destructive passion?"
The face of a dear friend, the morning cup This is the whole reason, there is no more important reason.
You can be happy, you can drink,
But you must be diligent in everything
Be wise, the rest is not worth it
To ruin your life for it.
I know the entire visible essence of being and non-being.
My soul has comprehended all the secrets of the peaks and valleys.
But I will renounce everything and be ashamed of my knowledge,
If only I could remember a moment of sobering up once in my century.
Miracle cup. My immortal spirit praises her
And he kisses her tenderly on the forehead a hundred times.
Why did the artist-potter this wondrous bowl,
Without having time to create a sculpture, he then breaks it himself?
While spring, health and love are with you
Let them give us wine - the blood of a scarlet grape.
After all, you are not gold! You, careless fool,
Once buried, they will not be dug up again.
Saki! My chest is full of sadness,
I drank too much wine today.
Your down is so young and tender,
That a new spring has come to me.
The sky is a sash that clothed my weary body,
Waves of Jeyhun* - the ocean gave birth to our tears,
Hell is the spark of our flaming sighs.
Paradise is the rest that is given to us for a moment,
For you - an idol and a temple, for us - idols and a cup of wine.
You live in paradise, we live in burning Gehenna.
What is our fault? It is he himself - the eternal artist
He inscribed it on the tablets of fate with his prophetic chisel.
Caravans go on a long journey, ringing bells.
Who told us about the troubles that lie ahead on our way?
Beware! In this old discount of hunger and need
Don't throw anything away, because you won't come back.
The creator gave us the foundation from skin, muscles, bones and veins.
Don't cross the threshold of fate. It is unknown what awaits us there,
Don’t retreat, let Rustam* himself be your opponent.
Don't be in debt to anyone, at least give it to Khatam*.
If in the spring time, shining with beauty,
Peri will sit with me, filling my cup,
At the border of a rustling golden field,
Let me be unfaithful if I remember heaven
Know that the great sin is not believing in the mercy of the creator.
If you, bogged down in sins, have turned into a bad guy,
If you are now sleeping in a drinking house, dead drunk,
He will forgive your corruptible frame after the mortal end.
It is better to avoid everything in life except the cup of wine,
If you gave me the cup, you are cheerful and intoxicated.
Intoxication, dissipation, believe me, from the Moon to Pisces,
It's best here if the wine cup is full.
A stalk of fresh grass that's under the morning sun
glitters
A hair was the one who was killed by fate so early.
Don't trample this tender grass with your rough feet.
After all, she sprouted from tulip-colored cheeks
When I'm sober, there's no joy in anything.
When I'm drunk, the light of my mind weakens.
There is a time of bliss between sobriety and intoxication.
And this is life. Am I right or wrong? Give me the answer.
I greedily pressed my lips to the lips of the jug,
It was as if I had returned the beginning of my desired life.
“I was just like you. So stay with me for a moment.” So the jug whispered to me with its wet clay lip.
With a phial in one hand, with a curl of peri in the other,
He sits in the pleasant shade, above the bright river.
He drinks, despising the threats of the running vault,
Until he gets drunk, tasting blissful peace
The sky piles mountains of suffering,
As soon as one is born, the other is killed.
But the unborn would not be born,
If only he knew what was in store for him here.
Blessed is he who has tasted freedom these days,
Bypassing grief, tears and adversity;
I was pleased with everything that Yazdan sent,
He lived with a pure heart, drank wine - not water.
Alas! My ignorance is this
That I - helpless - am afraid of everything.
I’ll go put on my zunnar, I’m so ashamed
Sins and my Islam!
How can I turn to another love?
And who, oh God, name her.
How can I forget my former love?
When your eyes are in tears, your soul is in blood!
This judgmentless firmament is the destroyer of everything that exists,
He will destroy me and you, and nothing will remain.
Sit on the fresh grass, drink wine with a carefree heart,
For tomorrow, O friend, grass will grow from your dust.
What made lily and cypress famous over the centuries?
And where did all these parables about them come from?
The cypress is multilingual, and the flower is multilingual.
Why are they silent? Or did they voluntarily renounce love?
Since life has passed, does it matter whether it’s sweet?
is she bitter?
What are Balkh and Nishanur then before the cup of wine?
Drink, friend! After all, after us they will change many times
A damaged sickle, and a new sickle, and a full moon.
Do I have a friend to listen to my story?
What was man in the beginning, as soon as he was created?
Born in torment, mixed with blood and clay,
He lived in agony and froze until the end of time.
O friend, the dawn has risen.
So let the bowl sparkle with wine!
Winter killed thousands of Jamshids,
May spring bloom today.
To those who bring news about the unknown,
Whoever has gone around the whole world is honored and honored.
But did they know more than we did?
About the world - about the way it is?
How long will the smoke of the idol be glorified,
Talk about heaven and hell?
Look at the boards of fate; there since ancient times
Everything that should become is written.
Let this bowl boil and sparkle!
Living wine that transforms life,
Give me the cup! Everyone knows what awaits us.
Hurry! After all, life is constantly running away.
Whose hand will open this age-old circle?
Who will find the end and beginning of the circle?
And no one has yet revealed to the human race How, where, and why our coming and leaving.
Only a spring shower will wash the cheeks of a tulip,
Getting up in the morning, you cling to the bowl with this drunken moisture.
After all, the same grass that pleases your eyes today,
In a century it will grow out of you in this world of deception.
Why torment and bother yourself,
Why want too much for yourself?
What is destined will happen to us.
We can take no less and no more.
You have discovered all the secrets of the world. But still
You feel sad and secretly shed tears.
Everything here is not done according to your will.
Be wise, be happy with what you live.
And again the firmament will light up with an unsolved mystery.
Neither Mahmud nor Ayaz* will be saved from his deceit,
Drink wine, for eternal life is not given to anyone.
Whoever has passed away from life will, alas, never return.
The covenant says: “Paradise is beautiful with the love of an unearthly maiden.”
And I answered: “It’s more pleasing for me to drink intoxicating grape juice here.”
Take cash, refuse non-cash payments.
The only thing pleasant from a distance is the alarming drumbeat.
Be cheerful! The sea of disasters is endless.
The cycle of the stars will continue forever.
But tomorrow you'll go to the bricks
The mason has a careless hand at hand.
If our life is one moment,
Living without wine is truly sinful.
Why argue about whether the world is eternal or not? When we leave, we won’t care.
0 fate! You yourself assert violence in everything.
Your oppression is limitless, like the darkness that gave birth to you.
You give good to the vile, and sorrow to noble hearts.
Or are you incapable of good, or have you gone crazy?
I myself know my vices. - What should I do?
I am mired in a sinful existence. - What should I do?
Let me be forgiven, but where can I hide?
Out of shame for my actions? - What should I do?
We first buy young wine,
For two grains we give up everything on earth.
You asked! "Where will you be - in hell or in heaven?"
Give me some wine and leave me alone, brother.
If the truth in the world is conditional, why ruin the heart,
You indulge in sorrow, loving your suffering.
Make peace with what is, O sage. That which is eternal kalam
Everyone is destined to not change for you.
I will not forget the torment of our separation.
I am looking for you, involuntarily believing a miracle.
Return to the suffering and the abandoned!
And in the host of your souls I will be a victim.
Don't share your secret with people.
After all, you don’t know which of them is mean.
What do you do with God's creation?
Expect the same from yourself and from people.
I accept autocracy in beauty.
I am ready to fall at her threshold myself.
Don't be offended by her quirks.
After all, everything that comes from her is happiness.
Lovers, drunk - again we are without fear
We worship wine, having risen from the dust,
And throwing off the captivity of existence like rags,
Today we enter the palace of Allah.
What a pity that life has passed in vain,
She died, as if burned to the ground.
How bitter it is that the soul languished idly
And I departed from your orders.
Although I did not take an oath of submission,
Even though I didn’t wash the dust of sins from my face,
But I believed in your generosity.
And I didn’t call one two.
You teach: "The faithful are in holy paradise
They will get drunk with the caress of the Gurias and wine."
What a sin now in love and drunkenness,
Will we eventually come to this?
If I can get two minas of wine,
Flatbread and roast lamb
And with my sweetheart among the ruins I will retire, That will be a world worthy only of a Sultan.
When our souls leave, separated from our bodies forever,
From the ashes of the dead they will long ago build a tombstone for us.
AND for many years will pass, and our great-grandchildren will die,
Let's go to the tombstone for them and we will turn into bricks.
“Those who live piously, the imams say, will enter the Lord’s Garden of Eden the same as they were.”
That is why we do not part with our beloved, with wine. After all, maybe, just as we lived here, we will be resurrected.
Firmament! Our troubles come only from your malice.
Justice from you wise people don't wait.
O earth! If I dig deep into your cold chest,
How many precious diamonds and lals will be found there?
"Gehenna awaits all drunkards and lovers."
Do not believe, brothers, this despicable lie! If drunkards and lovers are driven to hell,
Paradise will be empty tomorrow, no doubt.
Along the edges of this beautiful cup there were writings,
But it is broken and thrown into the dust on the road.
Walk around the shards carefully. There was, perhaps,
This cup is created from the cup of the beautiful chapter.
Why do you expect benefit from your wisdom?
You will get milk from the goat sooner.
Pretend to be a fool and you will be more useful.
And wisdom these days is cheaper than leeks.
Why, remembering your sins, Khayyam, are you killing yourself?
O sinner, do you doubt the mercy of God in your soul?
If there were no sins, then there would be no forgiveness.
Forgiveness lives for sin. So what are you lamenting about?
Hey, sissy, open your eyes to the morning,
And drink wine and sing, tuning the strings.
After all, whoever is alive today will be taken tomorrow,
And whoever has gone forever will not come back.
When death grabs me, I'm full of enthusiasm,
How she plucks me like a bird,
You will make a jug from my dust.
Maybe the smell of wine will revive me.
To wash my body, bring wine,
Irrigate the head of the grave with wine.
If you want to find me on Sunday, look for my corpse in the ashes of the drinking house.
They tell me: “Don’t drink so as not to get into trouble,
Otherwise, on Judgment Day you will end up in hell."
- So be it, but I will give both worlds for the cup
And I’ll get drunk, and I’ll go to my grave drunk.
Who we are - Puppets on strings, and our puppeteer is the firmament
He is leading his show in a big booth.
Now he will make us jump on the carpet of existence,
And then he will put them in his chest one by one.
I saw a bird among the ruins of a stronghold
Over the king's skull, lying in the desert.
And the bird said: “Are you Kay-Kavus?
Where is the thunder of your timpani? Where are your throne and sword now?"
Having obtained two mana of wine, do not hesitate to drink it yourself and treat your friends to your heart’s content.
After all, the creator of the world does not need
In your mustache and in my beard.
O firmament! Why are you saddening my heart?
Happiness, you tear my shirt to shreds,
You make the north wind a breath of fire,
You turn the water in my bowl into sand.
Why accumulate goods in the desert of existence?
Who lived among us forever? I have never seen anything like this.
After all, life has been given to us as a loan, and only for a short period of time,
And what is given as a loan is not your property.
One hand is on the Koran, the other is on the cup of feasts.
Either we are pious, or we have no words for prayer.
Under this marble vault, in enamel turquoise
Who are we - Muslims, kafirs? - It’s not clear, after all.
After all, long before us, the night gave way to a brilliant
during the day,
And the constellations rose over the world in their own way.
Walk on the ground carefully! Every lump of clay
Each dust ball was the beauty of a young pupil.
Friend, from a jug full of that
Draw some wine, we'll drink it,
Until the potter makes a jug.
From the ashes of mine and yours.
Hearts, rise up? We'll run our hands along the strings,
We'll lose our good name over wine in the morning.
We will lay a prayer rug in the drinking house,
Let's break the bottle of shame and honor, laughing.
Do not be upset because of the unfaithful, angry fate.
Because of ancient world don't be saddened.
Have fun! What happened has passed, and what will happen is not visible.
For the sake of the vanities of the two-day destiny, do not be upset.
Be cheerful, the holiday will be glorified again,
The feasts will begin, the post will be abandoned.
A bad month. A day or two will pass and he will be freed from all hardships.
In loving you I am not afraid of reproach,
I don't argue with the ignorant.
Love cup - healing for the husband,
And not for husbands - fall and shame.
All the affairs of this motley world, as I see, are despicable, worthless, filled with evil, as I see.
Well, glory to the creator! This house that I've been building all my life
The ignorant will burn and destroy to the ground, as I see.
Friends, let us vow to be together at this hour,
Jointly taking up arms against sadness in joy,
And let's sit down to drink wine until dawn today!
Another dawn will come when we are not there.
If you distinguish yourself in the city, you will become the wrath of mankind
target.
If you retire to your cell, this is a reason for vile suspicion.
Even if you are the prophet Ilyas, even if you are the immortal Khizr.*
It’s better to become unknown to anyone, it’s better to become an invisible shadow.
You created the forms of the ebb of people long ago.
Is our nature full of various flaws?
If the clay form is beautiful, why break it?
And if this form is bad, whose fault is it?
We can neither increase nor decrease our
allotment
Do not be upset, sage, because of empty or important matters.
Alas, I have come to the conclusion: is it your fate, or is it my fate?
Not wax in your hands. No one has yet been able to give it shape.
Everything - both evil and good - that human nature hides,
It is subject to the higher will, and freedom is not given to us here.
Don’t blame your misfortunes on the firmament.
A hundred times worse than yours, the forced destiny of the firmament,
Look at the hundred-star overturned firmament,
Under which the wisest endure violence and oppression.
Look at the kiss of love, the bowls and bottles, how they clung to each other, and the blood flows between them.
Hey, heart, gather what you need in this world,
Let only the lawn of joy be wider.
Sit down with dew on the green meadow in the evening,
And get up in the morning, having spent the whole night at the feast,
You, who count all earthly affairs, Be wise among the ignorant, be dumb,
To save your eyes, tongue and ears,
Pretend to be dumb, blind, deaf here.
It’s better to drink wine and hug each other,
How to beat off hypocritical bows.
You threaten us, Mufti, that drunkards will be driven to hell,
Who, then, will feast at the cup in heaven?
You are full of vigorous strength, drink wine,
With your beautiful-faced darling, drink wine.
This mortal world is a dark ruin.
Forget what is and was - drink wine.
How long will you be captivated by blush and incense,
In pursuit of perishable beauty and abomination?
Be the spring of Zamzam, the spring of Living Water, In due time you will hide in the deep womb of the earth.
One cup is more valuable than a hundred hearts and a hundred faiths.
The entire Chinese kingdom is not worth a sip of wine.
What else is there in the world besides lala-colored wine? Only sorrow that all the joy of the earth is not free to delight
At the hour when the tulips of the evening fields are moistened
The violets will bend over, becoming heavier from the dew. Only those flowers I like are those from the dampness of the night.
The jealous ones select the hem of their clothes.
The last yellow leaf falls from the tree of old age,
The pomegranates of withered and wrinkled cheeks turned blue.
Roof, door and four supports of the wall of existence
They threaten to fall. The time for destruction has come.
Do not grieve in vain about the past day,
Don't think about the day that hasn't come.
Don't waste your time, live today
Here in this sky-lit day.
I haven't been sober a day, I'm not melting.
I am always intoxicated; in the night Frame* I drink,
Mouth - to the lips of the vial; until dawn
I put my hand around Huma’s neck.
Are you ever drunk? But don't blame drunks!
Don’t live by deception, don’t commit vile things!
Are you proud of me because you didn’t get drunk on wine?
You are sober, but you are full of filth, and the filth is overflowing!
Drink wine, it will only bring you oblivion,
Only it will shake the soul of the enemy with confusion.
What's the use of sobriety? Sobriety is the source of fruitless thoughts.
Everyone in this world is mortal, and everything will pass without a trace.
O chosen one, bow to my words,
Do not be afraid of the impermanence of the sky!
Humbly sit in the corner of contentment with little,
Pay attention to the game of fate.
We plugged the jug with a dervish chopping
They performed ablutions with slum soil.
Maybe we’ll find a cellar in the dust
The life we lost in the cellars?
The secrets of the world that I have outlined in a secret notebook,
I hid it from people, for my own safety,
I can't tell anyone what I hide in my soul,
There are too many ignoramuses in this evil human herd
I just won’t hide in front of you, I’ll share my great secret:
Loving you, I will go down to the dust of the grave,
And for you I will rise from the dust.
Tame your greed, live for yourself,
Show contempt for the affairs of fate!
Your five-day life will fly by quickly
Indulge yourself in wine, songs and love!
Although this world is only for you, you think, created,
Do not rely on him, be wise in heart.
After all, many people came before you and are gone forever
Take yours before you are taken away to execution.
When everything doesn't happen according to our wishes,
What is the benefit of indulging in needless suffering all your life?
We always sit in sadness, thinking about
That the late arrival will be crowned with a quick farewell.
Not cold, not hot, wonderful day.
The flowers of the meadows were sprinkled with heavenly rain.
And the nightingale sings - we will drink! Leaning towards the dark and lovely rose.
Say: whoever has not covered himself with sins,
You, glorified by good deeds?
I do evil, you repay me with evil, Tell me: what is the difference between us?
I'm fed up with my life - full of vanity,
Fed up with troubles and poverty! Oh god, if you
If you brought existence out of non-existence, then bring me out of woeful poverty in the name of your existence!
You are the creator, and as I am, I was created by you.
I am in love with golden wine, and strings, and songs.
In the days of creation, this is how you created me.
So why am I now doomed to burn in Gehenna?
Get up, don't bother! Why languish with sadness about the mortal?
Come to us to have some fun over a cup of tea.
If fate were constant in nature,
Then you would never have had to be born.
It’s vain to grieve - you won’t find more useless worries,
The firmament has sown and reaped generations before us.
Pour me a cup quickly! Give it to me!
Everything that happened was decided in advance long ago.
0 god! Are you great in mercy?
Why was the rebel expelled from heaven?
There is no mercy to forgive obedient slaves, Forgive me, whose rebellion is full of screams!
Count at least seven heavens, at least eight above the earth, After all, your mind will not change their movements.
If you have to die, what does it matter: in the tomb
An ant will eat you, or a wolf in the wilderness of the steppe.
Cupbearer! What should I do with my heart?
The dead are better off in the grave, they are calmer.
No matter how many times I repented, no matter how many times I cried, I still sin! Obviously, I am incorrigible.
If you want the foundation of existence to be strong
And spend at least two days without evil despondency,
Never shy away from fun and always drink,
To have time to drink all the delights from the earthly vial.
Worldly worries are a deadly hell, the cup is its antidote.
Blessed is he who drinks the antidote; he is not afraid of the deadly poison.
Drink wine with your young peri on a fresh carpet of green grass
All your days, until the grass grew from your dust.
Be decisive! Refuse empty rituals
it's high time
Don’t be stingy, share with others what fate has given you.
In this world, do not encroach on the life and prosperity of poor people.
I answer with my head - you will be in heaven. So bring the wine quickly!
My mind is crushed by the actions of this world,
My cloak on my chest is torn, watered with streams of tears.
The vial of the head of drooping knowledge cannot be filled with wine, After all, it is impossible to fill a vessel when it is overturned.
I listen to your reproaches as if they were words of evil slander. You call me an atheist, a reveler, a slander of the world.
I admit: you're right, I'm a sinner, but look at yourself first,
Tell me the truth: are you really worthy of telling me all this?
From the world of the righteous spirit, not defiled by the world
ashes,
He came to you. Stand before him with a smile, not with fear,
And fill the guest’s cup with morning wine to the top,
So that he says: “May Allah give you a happy day.”
Once again, tears silently flow from the clouds over the meadow.
Wise men cannot live in this world without wine.
We see the stems of thin blades of grass now,
Who will see the blades of grass that will sprout from us?
That you are busy with the future with fate,
Are you tormented by a meaningless struggle?
Live carefree, cheerfully. In the beginning
They didn't consult you.
If I were the creator - the ruler of the universe,
I would overthrow the ancient sky from its foundations
And he created something new - one under which
All good wishes would be instantly fulfilled.
O wise one, get up earlier in the morning when it’s cool all around,
And look how the boy kicks up dust behind the fence
You kindly give him advice: “Quiet! Don’t make dust!
After all, this dust is Parviza* the dust and heart of Kay-Kubad"
My soul is forever full of thirst for fiery wine,
The ear needs the melodies of flutes and rubaba strings.
Let me become a jug on a potter's wheel after death,
If only this jug was full of pure ruby wine.
If in our time reason is both useless and harmful
And fate gives all the gifts to the ignorant and unreasonable,
Give me the cup that steals my mind; Let me become stupid And fate, perhaps, will turn a favorable gaze on me.
The rose said: "I am Yusuf of Egypt* among the meadows,
Like a precious lal in a crown of gold and pearls."
I said: “If you are Yusuf, where is the sign?” And a rose for me:
“Look at the blood of my clothes and you yourself will understand everything without words?”
With wine and my beloved I forgot both need and labor,
I do not expect mercy, I have no need for judgment.
I gave my soul, and my heart, and my clothes as a pledge for wine, I am free from air, from earth, and fire, and water.
Everything that exists is just a fantasy, it flies away like a dream,
And the one who does not know about it is not the chosen one.
Sit down, drink this cup and have fun!
Don’t let regret torment you later.
Life, like a wall painting, was created by you,
But the picture of strange absurdities is full.
I can't be better! You're in your own crucible
Created my alloy; you gave me the form.
It’s better to drink a sip of wine than to conquer a kingdom!
Wise one, try to avoid here everything that is not wine,
One cup is a hundred times higher than Faridun's throne,
I don’t want to exchange a wine jug for Khosrov’s crown.
You tend to give explanations for various signs
Why does the rooster crow so anxiously before dawn?
He saw in the morning mirror: another night
Gone forever. And you didn't know about this?
Those three, in their incredible stupidity, probably honor themselves as luminaries of knowledge.
Be an ass to them. For these three donkeys
Whoever is not an ass at all is, therefore, an infidel.
My jug was once in love, all my torment
he knew
Captivated by curls of curls, like me, I was pining for love
And the handle on the neck of the jug probably once was
The hand with which he hugged his beloved's neck.
I reach for cheeks like a rose in spring.
I reach for the jug of wine and the cup with my hand.
Before my living vessel crumbles to dust,
I reach out for every earthly joy to take my share.
Khayyam, if you are drunk with wine, thank fate,
If you are alone with your beloved, thank fate
The end, the destruction - the end of all phenomena,
Until you are destroyed by death, thank fate,
If you can, don’t worry about time passing,
Do not burden your soul with either the past or the future.
Spend your treasures while you are alive;
After all, you will still appear in the next world as poor.
Take your share from the cycle of times
Sit on the throne of joy, drunk with wine.
Allah doesn't care whether we are obedient or disobedient,
Take your happiness here; This is the eternal law of mortals.
In a dream the pir* said to me: “Leave your bed,
After all, a rose of joy cannot be plucked in a dream.
You,
Have you played trivia before? Or took part in a pub quiz? Or perhaps you like to unravel complex quest puzzles? If so, then this article is for you.
No matter how strange it may seem, but in our time, when there is a huge choice computer games, which are simply breathtaking, board games Not only have they not disappeared, but on the contrary, they are becoming more and more popular. View a wide range board games can be found in online stores: https://vsova.ru/catalog/nastolnye_igry/ - these are games for all age categories. Even adults can play them. Moreover, the variety of themes and plots allows everyone to choose a game in accordance with their interests.
But look at what games for intellectual entertainment are offered in the USA in Russian
Brain Slaughterhouse
The Brain Slaughter game is quite popular and already covers many states (New York, New Jersey, Illinois, Minneapolis, California). This is a kind of analogue of the “brain ring”. A group of friends gathers at a bar, chats and, in the meantime, answers questions from the game. Only 7 rounds. Of course, there are questions from school about general erudition, as well as knowledge of music, painting and cinema.
From my experience I will say that every game is always interesting and is not a problem at all. And even if you came on your own, the organizers will always find a team for you. Sometimes during the quiz there is a drawing for tickets to concerts of our stars. The game is played once every two weeks.
Quiza, Pliz
An analogue of “Brain Slaughterhouse” is “Quiza, Please” (New York). This is another mind game. It is a Russian game franchise organized by former KVN players. This pub quiz also has 7 rounds, however, some of them have multiple choice questions. Also, the organization of the game is a little different, but this makes it no less interesting.
Filming
If you are well versed in cinema, then the game "Kinoring" is for you. It is also organized in a pub quiz format and covers questions about film facts, actors, soundtracks, film bloopers, etc. The main prize is champagne and... an Oscar statuette. Filming takes place once every two weeks in New York.
Quest-time
And now some entertainment for those who, in addition to team play, like to play “for themselves” (as well as the game “Mafia”). We are talking about the company “Quest-time”. The essence of the game is that one detective plot unfolds and you have a certain role in it, your goals and secrets. In order to achieve your goals, you need to interact with other players, learn something, intrigue, perhaps provoke. This is a rather unusual entertainment that gives people the opportunity to open up, show their imagination, feel like a different person and look at themselves from a different perspective. The plots are quite diverse and cover almost all age categories, starting with quests for children from 5 years old. On at the moment Games are held in Boston and New York in Russian and English.
The total duration of all games is about three hours. And it will be an unforgettable time that you will have fun with friends, get to know interesting people, learn a lot of new things and properly train your brain.
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The age of computerization and high technology. The Internet consumes a considerable part of our time: social networks, online games, Skype have almost completely replaced face-to-face communication. Even when getting together with friends in a cafe to drink a mug of delicious coffee and discuss latest news and just chat, people get distracted by mobile phones and social networks. And yet, young people quite often hold parties, meetings, gatherings under the slogan “no gadgets.” Perhaps this good idea! Live communication is much more interesting, useful and fun than conversations on the World Wide Web.
Apart from talking, various games can also be played at parties. This will provide a fun, friendly atmosphere and will help unite the team. It will help you organize interesting and useful leisure time by visiting the website page “..
Intellectual games as a way to teach communication
Intellectual games provide an opportunity not only to have a good time in an interesting company, but also to stimulate brain activity, improve memory, and direct thinking in a creative direction! This kind of game will be of interest to everyone who likes to solve complex tasks and think. They are fascinating and useful, develop logic well..Large corporations often use intellectual games to get to know employees.
You can easily find any game or page on our resource. To do this, you need to use it - it is very convenient and understandable.
Sometimes you really want something unusual, you’re tired of water parks and concerts, why not try something new. We have prepared a selection of 15 of the most unusual entertainment in Moscow. You will definitely like it!
Riding a T-14 tank and shooting from an AK-47 assault rifle
Calm and measured everyday life periodically you need to dilute the adrenaline of emotions and novelty of impressions. You can come face to face with your unknown abilities and fears by taking part in an extraordinary adventure offered by the Phoenix Extreme Recreation and Tourism Club. The Armata Tour program is an immersion in the army atmosphere for those who are interested in the history of the Russian army and military equipment.
During the program, participants will visit the Museum military equipment with an inspection of more than 700 units of armored vehicles and historical equipment of Soviet and foreign production, such as: tanks OT-34-76, “Ha Go”, “Nona-S”, ISU-152, self-propelled howitzers “Gvozdika”, “Akatsiya”, armored personnel carriers -40. After dividing into crews and assigning commanders, the participants will roar and roar on the new Russian T-14 “Armata” supertank along off-road and extreme forest tracks with gullies. While performing tasks on the track, the equipment will demonstrate its impeccable driving performance. The military equipment will be operated by professionals - club masters, but participants in the rides will experience an unforgettable drive and a shake-up of feelings.
Everyone will listen to a fascinating story about the Kalashnikov AK-47 assault rifle, after which they can take part in a master class and learn self-assembly and disassembling an AK-47 and even shooting from a machine gun!
Film city Pilgrim Porto
Photo session in ancient Europe without leaving your city? Easily!
The film city of Piligrim Porto is a complex of buildings that will transport guests to the unforgettable atmosphere of the adventures of the past, specially created for such occasions. In this amazing place, intriguing stories and incredible views await passers-by at every turn. The popularity of photo shoots at weddings is beyond doubt, which is why Film City employees are pleased to offer entrance tickets with the possibility of photo or video shooting.
Hot Air Balloon Flight
One of the first flying machines invented by man was an aerostat, or hot air balloon. The operating principle of the device is simple and reliable. The shell of the balloon is filled with hot air, which is less dense than cold air. Due to this, the balloon rises upward. And when the air temperature in the shell is regulated, the flight altitude also changes.
It was balloons that allowed man to get off the ground for the first time and then reach the stratosphere. Since the appearance of the first balloons nothing has changed fundamentally, except that flights have become safer. Standard height, which any balloon can rise to, is 1000–1500 m. The highest world record belongs to the Americans, who climbed to hot air balloon at 34,668 m.
All balloons can be divided into charliers and hot air balloons, which differ from each other in that the former use butane and propane gases as fuel, and the latter use hydrogen gas. Initially, charliers were more popular, since many did not want to take numerous fuel cylinders with them. But today, when fire-resistant materials and safe gas burners, hot air balloons have also gained popularity. Modern festivals and balloon fiestas are held with their participation.
Give yourself and your loved ones an unforgettable trip that will leave many positive emotions and impressions!
Immersive exhibition Samskara
Immersion is a state in which the viewer becomes not only an observer, but also an actor, which allows one to understand how the author created the paintings. The effect of deep immersion in the artist’s plan is created. VR technologies allow you to experience all this in real time.
Samskara is one of the largest exhibitions of the American artist Android Jones. “Digital Alchemist” is famous for creating paintings not only with brushes, but also with the help of special programs. In addition, his works touch on esoteric themes.
30,000 people have already visited Samskara, which has received 4 awards. You will be able not only to see 70 works of art, but also to feel yourself inside everything that is happening. You will take an exciting journey between the worlds of Android Jones. The special projections on the 20-meter screen are simply breathtaking! Expect impressive installations, virtual games and attractions, and an amazing full-dome show!
Don't miss the immersive exhibition Samskara at the Artplay design center!
Multimedia exhibition Banksy
A unique multimedia show from the creators of the world's largest Planetarium 1, which will introduce visitors to the work of the legendary graffiti artist! The most famous graffiti will come to life before your eyes. You will be able to learn all the secrets and completely immerse yourself in the universe of the most mysterious artist of the 21st century.
An enigmatic artist, a catch-me-if-you-can man, a provocateur and a joker, he changed the public perception of street art. His ironic and witty works, directed against politics, war, capitalism and moralizing, are the subject of hunting by journalists, photographers, vandals, art critics and collectors. The so-called “Banksy effect”, a huge interest in street art and street artists, which began in 2006, exploded the global art market - graffiti works done on the verge of kitsch began to be sold at prestigious auctions for record sums. Banksy's art is a modern mythology, shrouded in many secrets, intrigues, provocations and scandals.
Attraction House upside down
The “House Upside Down” attraction is a real challenge to the vestibular system, where everyone can walk on the ceiling. Absolutely everyone will be interested here, both adults and children. Don't forget to take a camera to have a photo shoot: bright and unusual pictures will surely get a lot of likes. social networks. If there is no one to photograph you, a professional photographer works on site, who, for a fee, will take high-quality photographs and suggest the best angle and pose.
Labyrinth of Fear
If you're missing bright emotions in everyday life, are bored with the standard pastime and want exciting adventures, then the “Labyrinth of Fear” was created especially for you.
Here, every visitor is given a unique opportunity to feel like a horror movie hero in the style of Hollywood directors. Crossing the threshold of the labyrinth, brave travelers find themselves in a gloomy and cramped room, which is filled with chilling sounds: the clanging of chains, the creaking of doors and screams. Gloomy music, probably borrowed from a popular horror film, bright lighting effects and bloody marks on the walls also give the appropriate atmosphere. Somewhere in the pitch darkness the main inhabitant of the labyrinth is wandering - a monster who is not averse to scaring travelers.
Mirror of Carlos Santos
A new space “Mirror of Carlos Santos” is opening in the center of Moscow at Bolshaya Dmitrovka, building 32. This is not a restaurant in the usual sense, but a theatrical performance combined with a gastronomic experience. A team of eighty people, led by director Talgat Batalov, playwright Maxim Kurochkin, artist Olga Nikitina and the author of the idea, Evgeny Kadomsky, was responsible for preparing the recipe for the guests, while St. Petersburg chef Ruslan Zakirov was responsible for the recipe for the cuisine. The Mirror of Carlos Santos restaurant is a place where awareness is served first, new experience second, and catharsis for dessert. The action takes place around the participant, or rather, within his own path to the fulfillment of desires or dreams.
The creators of the project define “Mirror of Carlos Santos” as a restaurant in three acts. Each act is a theatrical performance at the intersection of music, promenade theater and audio performance. In the beginning - purification, a certain preparatory stage, which removes the burden of everyday fatigue and noise from guests, fills them with new impressions, and covers them with the sauce of an unprecedented experience. The second action is an individual experience alone with one’s desires and in anticipation of the main thing. The third part is the restaurant, where guests, stuffed with new meanings, are ready to meet the food.
The winners and nominees of the Golden Mask took part in the creation of the project: in addition to director Talgat Batalov and playwright Maxim Kurochkin, production designer Olga Nikitina, choreographer Alexander Andriyashkin, lighting designer Narek Tumanyan, theatrical sound producer Vitaly Aminov. The co-author of the final composition was the singer Manizha, and one of the conductors of the action was Yang Ge, an actress at the Gogol Center and a finalist in the sixth season of the Voice project. The author of the project idea and general producer is Evgeniy Kadomsky.
Mobius strip maze
The Mobius ribbon maze is amazing. In it, the walls and floor are painted red, so that there is practically no border between them. Because of this, the visitor feels weightless. A dense wall of bright ribbons is reminiscent of a kaleidoscope pattern, which was probably one of the most favorite childhood toys.
Getting out of the tapes is not as easy as it might seem. However, while wandering between them, a person will only experience positive emotions. This is due to the fact that everything color design was created with the help of professional psychologists who selected warm and eye-pleasing shades. It is worth remembering that the laws of logic do not apply in the Mobius strip maze, so you only need to trust your feelings.
Giant's House
“The Giant’s House” amazes the imagination with its scale! There are several times more people in it, so that, having taken the first step, everyone will feel like a very tiny creature.
A casserole that can accommodate a dozen visitors, gigantic size vacuum cleaner, toothbrush and a tube of paste the size of a person... But first things first. The attraction is a spacious room, which is divided into themed rooms: living room, kitchen, children's room and bathroom. In each room there are huge household items of the giant and his family, which, judging by the scattered things, consists of a wife and child.
Labyrinth "In the Dark"
Modern man is so accustomed to constant lighting that he is practically unable to feel confident in a dark room. What can we say about the network of intricate corridors. Finding yourself in the “In the Dark” maze, each player will have to remember that he has such senses as smell and touch, which will help him find a way out.
The labyrinth may scare many, but those who want to get new sensations will definitely like it. The walls of the corridors are covered with a variety of materials - it can be either the usual plastic or rubber, or something that can puzzle and shock. In the darkness, unexpected turns and dead ends await players, and only the bravest will be able to reach the end.
Attraction Hit the dishes
The “Break the Dishes” attraction, unlike others, is not of an entertaining nature; visiting it is aimed at mental health and combating stress. The visitor is provided with an impressive amount of porcelain, earthenware and glassware that can and should be thrown at the wall.
There are targets on the wall that, if desired, can be decorated with photographs of an evil boss, a delinquent young man or an evil competitor. On the provided dishes you can write whatever you want to express - this will make the effect of therapy even more effective and efficient. Professional psychologists note that the “Break the Dishes” attraction will really allow you to overcome pressing problems and find peace of mind.
Shark and moray eel feeding show
If you are not a timid person and are not afraid to find yourself in the very center of a school of sharks, then this show is what you need. A panoramic aquarium with a capacity of twenty thousand liters is filled with real marine life as peaceful starfish or small reef fish, or dangerous predators - blacktip sharks. You just have to take a step inside the aquarium and you are already surrounded by sharks that are cutting circles around you, hoping to profit from prey.
What will happen after? A brave hand will penetrate the aquarium and throw pieces of meat to the sea monsters. Right before your eyes, jaws with thousands of teeth will begin to tear apart pieces of meat.
Museum of Illusions at VDNH
Who hasn’t at least once dreamed of being on the same stage next to the cult musicians The Beatles, getting a haircut from Edward Scissorhands, jumping from a parachute or seeing real zombies? All this is now possible at the Museum of Illusions.
Museum exhibits optical illusions- these are large three-dimensional canvases and models, on which a whole team of professionals worked, including artists, illustrators, and designers. Perhaps many of them will seem chaotic or absurd at first glance, but through the prism of a camera lens this impression will immediately disappear.
Immersive show "The Returned"
Immersion is a new concept for the Russian public; it involves the viewer’s complete immersion in the action of the performance, the freedom of choice to independently determine their path, build their own story and react to what is happening. The format originated in New York.
“The Returned” is the first in Russia and only the fourth successful project in the world of this genre, comparable in scale to the famous shows in New York and Shanghai.
All performances are sold out, with 220 tickets sold for each show. A performance is a living mechanism that is constantly growing and developing. A new storyline was introduced, four new scenes, for the implementation of which a new casting of actors and dancers was announced.
In the new season, the creators of the project, in their characteristic manner, have prepared new surprises for the sophisticated Moscow public.
The acting team will be enriched with stars who will first undergo special training under the strict guidance of the creators and authors of the project. New faces in the acting team are called upon to reveal the plot twists and meaning of the play by the Norwegian classic in a new way.
Irina Fateeva
Scenario of the intellectual and entertainment program “Fun Exams”
Fun exams
(intellectual and entertainment program)
Target:
Usage intellectual games with the aim of developing the child’s personality, capable of achieving success in intellectual work.
Tasks:
Develop the ability to navigate questions, the ability to analyze, choose the exact answer, and think creatively.
Develop attention, memory, logical thinking.
Create conditions for self-knowledge and self-realization.
Stimulate development intellectual and cognitive abilities of children.
Develop a respectful attitude towards each other while working as a team.
Develop children's creative activity
Progress of the event
Dear guys, dear guests! I'm glad to see you all in this class. I see smiles on your faces, which means you are in a good mood. And this is understandable. The difficult school year is behind us, and the long-awaited summer holidays are ahead.
Today we will hold an unusual competition - « Fun exams» .
Andrey: We don’t go to school in vain,
It’s impossible without science!
You will enter life illiterate,
You'll be gone in a minute.
To avoid mistakes
You need to develop your mind.
You can check it in the game
Will it be easy or difficult?
I have a flower, and it is not simple. He can do whatever you want.
He will help us during the game.
Song "Fly, fly, petal". (Nastya Chelyapina, Yaroslav Demyanchuk)
And so we begin our game, which will consist of seven stages. Each petal will bring us a new task.
To do this, you need to pick a petal and say words:
Tearing off the first petal:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east,
Through the north, through the south,
Come back after making a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground,
Give us a task,
Give us a task
And help me decide.
First petal: - Intellectual warm-up.
"Let's make up a fairy tale" (chant)
An old castle in the thick of the forest, in this castle sleeps...
The dense forest hides the castle, the brave prince approaches the castle...
Evil Kashchei is not at all stupid: he is guarding the old...
Hanging on a chain of one hundred gold rings...
Guarding that casket is no joke, the hare is in it, and in the hare...
There is an evil duck on Kashchei, there is an egg in it, and in it there is...
Whoever secretly gets a needle is stronger than Kashchei...
"Amazing Questions"
The warm-up consists of 12 questions for each team. Warm-up questions are in these envelopes. I ask the captains to come up and choose an envelope for their team.
You can answer the question in unison.
Questions for the 1st team:
1. Packaging for letters. (Envelope)
2. Sugar in pieces (refined sugar)
3. A cow as a child? (calf)
4. Land near water. (Shore)
5. Winter home of a bear. (Den)
6. Center of the donut? (hole)
7. Gingerbread man overgrown with needles? (hedgehog)
8. A device for measuring time? (watch)
9. Fairytale boy with a wooden nose? (Pinocchio)
10. What does it mean "bite your tongue"? (shut up)
11. A car accident. (Accident)
12. How summer ends and autumn begins
13. What tree does a crow sit on when it rains? (for wet)
14. Gorky, but vice versa. (sweet)
15. The space above the earth, in which there are many stars. (Sky)
16. What is it called vehicle, designed for human flight into space? (spacecraft)
Questions for team 2.
1. The main song of the state. (Hymn)
2. What is the name of the special book in which students’ progress is noted? (magazine)
3. Vacations with mom and dad (vacation)
4. Chicken as a child? (chick)
5. A pile of snow. (Snowdrift)
6. Most stubborn animal? (donkey)
7. House of the mouse? (Nora)
8. A device for washing clothes? (Washing machine)
9. Fairytale girl with blue hair? (Malvina)
10. What does it mean "beat the buck"? (sit back)
11. How does night and day end? (soft sign)
12. At what time of year do birds build nests? (spring)
13. If the table is higher than the chair, then the chair. (below the table).
14. What stone can you not find on the seabed? (dry)
15. Device for jumping from an airplane. (Parachute)
16. The rest of the wood replacing the stool. (Stump)
Competition - Literary.
“Which of the fairy-tale characters could give such announcements?”
I sell leeches. Price is negotiable. (Duremar)
We organize survival courses for those traveling into the jungle. (Mowgli)
Travel agency offers travel "Riding the Wolf". (Ivan Tsarevich)
Veterinary services with travel to any part of the world. (Aibolit)
Golden eggs. Expensive. (Rock-hen)
I'll take the pies to your grandmother. (Little Red Riding Hood)
"Learn fairy tales"
Fairy tales have been prepared - crossovers. Each team tries to understand what fairy tales are involved and write down their names.
Once upon a time there lived with a woman and her grandfather Kolobok. One day he was lying on the window. And then the Mouse ran and waved its tail. The bun fell and broke. Seven kids came running and ate everything, leaving the crumbs behind. Geese-swans flew in, began to peck at the crumbs and drink from the puddle. Here the cat is a scientist and speaks: “Don’t drink, otherwise you’ll become little goats!”
(6 tales: “Kolobok”, “Ryaba Hen”, “Wolf and Seven Little Goats”, “Swan Geese”, “Sister Alyonushka and Brother Ivanushka”, “Ruslan and Lyudmila”)
Once upon a time there were three bears. And they had a bast hut, and there was also an ice hut. So Mouse-norushka and Frog-croak were running past, they saw a hut and They say: “Hut, hut, turn your back to the forest, and turn your front to us!” The hut stands there, not moving. They decided to enter, went to the door, and pulled the handle. They pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out. Apparently, Sleeping Beauty is lying there and waiting for Emelya to kiss her.
(7 tales: “Three Bears”, “Zayushkina’s Hut”, “Teremok”, “Baba Yaga”, “Turnip”, “Sleeping Beauty”, “At the Order of the Pike”)
I tear off the third petal.
Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east,
Through the north, through the south,
Come back after making a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground,
Give us a task,
Give us a task
And help me decide.
Competition - Grammar
"Funny adventures in the land of words".
1. Bird cherry – fly + p = skull
2. Iron – lezo + moon – on + doctor – torus = stomach
3. Po + ringing + eye – knuckle + chnik = spine
4. Osa + n + map – mouth = posture
5. Sea – re + hall – al + g = brain
6. Mute – my + tear – at + s = nerves
7. Mi + crab – ab + ob + s = microbes
Eliminate one sound from each word to make a new word. Here So: handful – guest.
Barn, duck, post, crevice, prick, bison, scythe, darkness, regiment, fishing rod, wolf, laughter, deer, tick, shell, hail, cattle, paint, table, heat, trouble, screen.
Make as many letters as possible from the letters of one word words: grocery store.
I tear off the fourth petal.
Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east,
Through the north, through the south,
Come back after making a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground,
Give us a task,
Give us a task
And help me decide.
Math is hard
But I will say with respect:
Math is needed
Everyone without exception.
So, the next competition is Mathematical.
I. Super schoolboy.
The competition is held at the blackboard. Two participants simultaneously draw 2 figures. Holding chalk in both hands, right hand they depict a square, and with their left hand a circle. This is done to the loud accompaniment of all those present, who chant: One, two, three, four, five!
Stop drawing! The winner is the one who draws the square and circle correctly and does not get confused.
II. How many squares are there in the picture? (13)
1. One day 40 girls caught three piglets, one piglet was grabbed by 3 girls, the second was grabbed by 2 times as many girls, the rest caught the third. How many girls grabbed onto the third little pig?
2. Fleeing from the dachshund Duska, forty boys climbed a branchy tree. The tree has 18 branches, 2 boys sit on each branch. How many boys are at the very top?
I tear off the fifth petal.
Fly, fly, petal,
Through west to east,
Through the north, through the south,
Come back after making a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground,
Give us a task,
Give us a task
And help me decide.
Contest: Nature Connoisseurs
We will hold this competition in the form of a game +, 0. The winner is the one who matches + or 0 diagonally, vertically or horizontally.
So, are you ready?
1. Which of these animals goes into winter hibernation: hare, elk, squirrel, bear.
2. Which of these animals does not live in taiga: wolf, giraffe, fox.
3. Which of the following plants is medicinal: nettle, bluebell, cornflower.
4. This plant is used for medicinal purposes, it is a symbol of Russia, and girls use it to tell fortunes. Seven-flowered flower, chamomile, dandelion, rose.
5. What is the name of an insect that collects nectar and pollen from flowers, stores them in hives, and has sharp stings for protection? Bee, wasp, bumblebee, fly.
6. This mushroom is called the king of mushrooms. Toadstool, fly agaric, redhead, porcini mushroom.
7. Name the migratory birds: cuckoo, swallow, swift.
8. This animal lives directly in the reservoir, builds huts from trees, cutting them with its own teeth. They have a very powerful tail. Duck, beaver, muskrat, hamster.
9. Which of these animals lives in desert: camel, tiger, wolf.
10. Which of these mushrooms actually exists? Chanterelles, Bunnies, Bears, Raccoons.
11. This animal is a predator, eats earthworms, eggs, mushrooms, and can even eat a baby snake; hibernates during the winter. Hedgehog, mole, wolf, fox.
Competition – Musical
"Guess the melody"
I suggest you listen to the melodies of familiar children's songs. And if you guess what song it is, start singing along with the whole team. This competition will evaluate not only song knowledge, but also performance.
"A grasshopper sat in the grass"
"From a smile"
"Let them run clumsily"
"Chunga - changa"
"We lived with grandma"
"Antoshka"
Contest: "Crazy Hands"
You need to lay out geometric shapes, glue them and finish drawing animals: cat, mouse, dog or other animals.
Well, here you go, guys! Our flower has run out of petals. You have completed all the tasks. I think that you not only had fun, but also learned a lot of useful and necessary things, spent your time usefully, and most importantly, realized that you need to read a lot in order to know a lot.
