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1. Poem to Refugees

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Часть текста: to Refugees Poem to Refugees In these miniature Russian colonies Those who are hiding from lawlessness Their sinful bodies and souls, Interests are so pitiful Feelings vicious and hypocritical: They seek only food and warmth. They all eat - it is only appropriate, And the warmth in our time is important too, Nobody will argue with that. But apart from the warmth and the victuals There are needs mental and spiritual, Besides breakfast and wood and coat. There is theater, symphony and poems, There are paintings, and if in Estonia There is no such delight, My compatriots, Russian terribly, Its your fault that you see things narrowly, And you lose your hearing and sight. If youll find nothing like this within this land And this village except the wheat bread, Maybe at nights we will perform Shows of music and poems, and vocalists We will give majestic performances And perhaps we will dance until dawn. Maybe well declaim aloud Gogols thought (Fess up: you did not read a lot Of his work in your life, dear friends). Maybe take something from Nekrasov And to know travels of Hatteras, if Nietzsche, for one, the powers forbid. But what are such pursuits to you Calling nothing but curses out of you Better revelry, maps and food! Better gossip, intrigue and constant complaints That for long the army should have...

2. Poem of Despair

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Часть текста: Poem of Despair Poem of Despair I know nothing, I trust in nothing, I no longer in life see its brighter side. I approach my friend as if he were a lion I need nothing else. I am bored and tired. Someone knifes someone, smothers another.. Everywhere, cheating, lying and greed. Would eyes not see and would ears not hear! Lermontov! Werent you right - "what in world is good?" Even thought is corrupt, even love is deceiving. Theres no fulfilled dream. All is smoke and mirrors. I see no joy in living, see in life no meaning. Im feeling horror. I master fear.

3. To One Different from Others

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Часть текста: To One Different from Others To One Different from Others Youre in no way like other women at all: You have laughter controlled and expressive, You wear dresses measured and fashionably long And you slip out from my embraces. You do not cut your hair to look upscale, Deepen brows or wear make up, You have Smirnoff, but also a nightingale Who in nature becomes his replacement, You are able to see in the sugar the salt, And in just uttered word, a full sentence. In Akhmatova you value pain without halt And in Gumilev - charm and cadence. For you, connoisseur of all kinds of verse, Sharpness of Sologubov means something, And that you and Blok never did kiss You are grieving sixth summer and counting. And in your eyes, as they are now getting well - Ocean breeze and a rye field in season. Youre in no way like other women at all, And youve become my wife for that reason.

4. Praise to the Fields

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Часть текста: Praise to the Fields Praise to the Fields My fields, my wave-like, foaming fields! With autumn spinach, brown as if of bricks, And lettuce, clover, heather and daisy. How much the eyes can hear and ears can see! I walk along the side of the river. The wildflowers shine like sapphire Leaning beneath the wheats golden frame, I hear, as in the river splashes elm, This splash like music gives its gentle sound. And the blue storm of sea? A burst of sun? And clouds within the sky, all white like sheep? The life with its simplicity is deep. While I am able still to touch your breath, May it become and stay forever blessed! And may the ground become the earth in bliss - The fields, the fields, the life-begetting fields!