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Часть текста: I Smells like burning. For four weeks now The dry ground on the swamplands bakes. Today even birds did not sing songs And the aspen-tree does not shake. Sun has stopped in divine displeasure Easter rain did not pelt fields hard. A one-legged passerby came here And alone said in the yard: "Awful times near. For freshly dug graves There will be not be enough place soon. Expect pest, expect plague, expect coward, And eclipses of Sun and Moon. But the enemy won't get to divide Our lands for his fun: Holy Mary will spread on her own Over great sorrows a white gown" II From the burning forests is flying Sweet smell of the evergreens. Over children soldiers' wives are moaning Cry of widows through village rings. Not in vain were the prayers rendered, The earth was thirsty for rain: The stomped-over fields with red dampness Were covered and covered remain. Low, low is the empty heaven, And quiet is the praying one's voice: "They will wound your most holy body And cast dice about your acts of choice."
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Часть текста: "My dear, if we could only Reach all the way to the seas" "Be quiet" and descended the stairs Losing breath and looking for keys. Past the buildings, where sometime We danced and had fun and drank wine Past the white columns of Senate Where it's dark, dark again. "What are you doing, you madman!" "No, I am only in love with thee! This evening is wide and noisy, Ship will have lots of fun at the sea!" Horror tightly clutches the throat, Shuttle took us at dusk on our turn.. The tough smell of ocean tightrope Inside trembling nostrils did burn. "Say, you most probably know: I don't sleep? Thus in sleep it can be" Only oars splashed in measured manner Over Nieva's waves heavy. And the black sky began to get lighter, Someone called from the bridge to us, As with both hands I was clutching On my chest the rim of the cross. On your arms, as I lost all my power, Like a little girl you carried me, That on deck of a yacht alabaster Incorruptible day's light we'd meet.
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Часть текста: City vanished, the last house's window Stared like one living and stark... This place is totally unfamiliar, Smells of burning, and field is dark. But when the curtain of thunder Moon had cut, indecisive and wan, We could see: On the hill, to the forest, Hobbled a handicapped man. It was frightening, that he's overcoming The three horses, sated and glad, He stood up and then again waddled Under his heavy load. We had almost failed to notice him Before the nomad-tent taking his place. Just like stars the blue eyes were shining, Lighting the tormented face. And I proffered to him the child, Raising arms with the trace of a chain He pronounced with joy and with ringing: "May your son live and healthy remain."
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Часть текста: - тридцатые годы. Китежанка Поэзия Ахматовой: тридцатые годы А. Г. Найману и И. М. Ефимову, с благодарностью Автор глубоко признателен А. Найману, О. Лекманову, С. Сапожникову, С. Волкову и А. Генису за помощь в работе над книгой. Мне всегда хотелось понять, откуда к Ахматовой "пришла" "Поэма без героя". Помните: ""Первый раз она пришла ко мне в Фонтанный Дом в ночь на 27 декабря 1940 года...."1. Ответа на этот вопрос ахматоведение обычно ищет вовне, на "чужих" страницах. Меняя тактику, мы попробуем поискать его "внутри" ахматовской поэзии тридцатых годов. Стихотворения тридцатых годов, выстроенные в хронологическом порядке, позволят нам пойти к поэме путем Ахматовой, от текста к тексту. Хронологический ход, оставляющий в поле зрения только стихи и время, поможет увидеть лирику в свете поэмы, поэму - в свете лирики и Ахматову - в центре всех пересечений. Ахматовская поэзия тридцатых годов изучена более чем подробно. Без тени претензий я сознаю, что предлагаемый опус нов, может быть, только расположением материала. Всех известных мне предшественников я старалась назвать2. Заранее прошу прощения у тех, кто пропущен, и с благодарностью принимаю любые поправки. Книга написана в неакадемическом ключе. * * * В судьбе Ахматовой...