The birthday of the remarkable Russian female poet.

seagull2010 — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 03:38:25 GMT

The birthday of the remarkable Russian female poet.

Anna Akhmatova(23.06.1889.-5.03.1966).

The portrait by O.Kardovskaya(1914)

My hands clasped under a veil...(1911)

My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy…
"Why are you so pale and upset?"
That’s because I today made him crazy
With the sour wine of regret.

Can't forget! He got out, astound,
With his mouth distorted by pain...
I, not touching the railing, ran down,
I was running to him till the lane.

Fully choked, I cried, “That's a joke --
All that was. You get out, I'll die."
And he smiled very calmly, like stroke:
"It is windy right here -- pass by."

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, August, 2000
Edited by Orit Bonver, August 2000 The Grey-Eyed King(1910) Hail! Hail to thee, o, immovable pain!
The young grey-eyed king had been yesterday slain.

This autumnal evening was stuffy and red.
My husband, returning, had quietly said,

"He'd left for his hunting; they carried him home;
They'd found him under the old oak's dome.

I pity the queen. He, so young, past away!...
During one night her black hair turned to grey."

He found his pipe on a warm fire-place,
And quietly left for his usual race.

Now my daughter will wake up and rise --
Mother will look in her dear grey eyes...

And poplars by windows rustle as sing,
"Never again will you see your young king..."

1910

© Copyright, 1996
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, August 1996 "Forgotten?"(1957) Forgotten? I’m not even wondered!
Forgotten was I hundred times,
And times, I’m in grave, were too hundred,
May be, my corps now there lies.
And Muse was too deafened and blinded,
Was rotting – a seed – in soils’ mesh,
To rise then to blue of the Highland
Like Phoenix from blackness of ash

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, August, 2002

The most Russian of Russian painters

seagull2010 — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 10:28:14 GMT

The most Russian of Russian painters

I love the great Russian painter,Boris Kustodiev. So I've posted here the reproductions of his paintings.They are "dramatized spectacles". We can see bright pleochromatism, credibility,funny scenes during Russian holidays. The life of the painter was not unclouded. Since 1916 he had been paralyzed, but continued to work. His ability to remain joyful and lively despite his suffering is amazing.

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The birthday of the remarkable Russian female poet.