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А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И Й К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я
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1. * * * (Black road wove ahead of me)
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2. * * * (They're on the way, the words of love and freedom)
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3. Аникин А. Е.: Чудо смерти и чудо музыки
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4. * * * (It seems as though the voice of man)
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5. Answer
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6. * * * (In Kievan temple of the divine wisdom)
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7. * * * (From memory of you I will remove that day)
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8. * * * (Bow of moon I see, I see)
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1. * * * (Black road wove ahead of me)
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Часть текста: Black road wove ahead of me, Drizzling rain fell, To accompany me Someone asked for a spell. I agreed, but I forgot To see him in light of day, And then it was strange To remember the way. Like incense of thousand censers Flowed the fog And the companion bothered The heart with a song. Ancient gates I remember And the end of the way - There the man who went with me "Forgive," did say. He gave me a copper cross Like my brother very own And everywhere I hear the sound Of the steppe song. Here I am at home like home - I cry and I am in rue Answer to me, my stranger, I am looking for you!
2. * * * (They're on the way, the words of love and freedom)
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Часть текста: They're on the way, the words of love and freedom, They're flying faster than the moment flies And I am in stage fright before singing - My lips have grown colder than ice. But soon that place, where, leaning to the windows The tender birches make dry rustling sound, The voices will be ringing of the shadows And roses will in blackened wreaths be wound. And further onward still - the light is generous Unbearably as though ‘t were red hot wine.. And now the wind, all redolent and heated, In perfect vigor has enflamed my mind.
3. Аникин А. Е.: Чудо смерти и чудо музыки
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Часть текста: [...] она - желанный конец [...] Иногда [...] - разочарование, даже более - кризис, дьявольская насмешка над сердцем, которое ждет чуда". 4 Своеобразие ахматовского обращения к мотиву смерти как чуда может быть понято лишь при более полном рассмотрении того места, которое занимает указанный мотив в концептуальной системе Учителя Ахматовой. В "анненском" восприятии Достоевского исходным было представление о свойственном этому художнику стремлении показать в человеке "божественную силу духа", откуда вытекали идеи совести и "второстепенности вопроса о смерти" (КО: 28)5, а также идея "страха" или "ужаса" жизни, которая противопоставлялась Анненским "любимому мотиву" современной ему литературы - "страху смерти" (КО: 28-30). Описанное творцом "русского Еврипида" противопоставление "ужас смерти":"ужас жизни" (:"желание жить") являлось частью построенной им концепции русской и мировой литературы. Эта концепция, теснейшим образом связанная с лирикой, драматургией и переводами Анненского, стала результатом глубокого осмысления мировой поэтической традиции...
4. * * * (It seems as though the voice of man)
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Часть текста: It seems as though the voice of man Will never sound in this place, But only wind from age of stone Is knocking on black gates. It seems to me that I alone Have kept good health under this sky, Because of this, that first I sought To drink the deadly wine.
5. Answer
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Часть текста: The quiet April day has sent me What a strange missive. You knew that passionately in me The scary week is still alive. I did not hear those ringing bells That swam along in glazier clear. For seven days sounded copper laugh Or poured from eyes a silver tear. And I, then having closed my face As for eternal parting's moment, Lay down and waited for her grace That was not known yet as torment.
6. * * * (In Kievan temple of the divine wisdom)
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Часть текста: In Kievan temple of the divine wisdom Falling to my knees, I did before thee vow That your way will be my way Wherever it will go. Thus heard Yaroslav in a white coffin And angels made of gold in his stead. Like pigeons, weave the simple words And now near the sunny heads. And if I get weak, I dream of an icon And there are ten steps on it, all are blessed. In menacing voice of the Sofian ringing I hear the sound of your unrest.
7. * * * (From memory of you I will remove that day)
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Часть текста: From memory of you I will remove that day, So that your helpless-foggy look will ask this: Where did I see the Persian lilac bush, The swallows and the wooden house? Oh, how often will you recollect The sudden angst of the uncalled desires And in the pensive cities you did seek That street which was not on the map entire! Upon the sound of voice behind an open door, Upon the sight of every accidental letter, You will remember: "Here has she herself Come to assist my disbelief unfettered."
8. * * * (Bow of moon I see, I see)
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Часть текста: Bow of moon I see, I see Through dense canopy of groves, Level sound I hear, I hear Of the free horse's hooves. What? And you don't want to sleep, In a year could you forget Me, nor are you used to find Empty and unmade your bed? Not with you then do I speak Through sharp cries of hunting birds, Not in your eyes do I look From white pages full of words? Why you circle, like a thief At the quiet habitat? Or recall the verdict and Wait for me alive like that? I'm asleep. In dense dark, moon Threw a blade just like a dart. There is knocking. In this way Beats my warm and precious heart.