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Часть текста: Upon the swan pond maple leaves Are gathered already, you see, And bloodied are the branches dark Of slowly blooming quicken-tree. Blindingly elegant is she, Crossing her legs that don't feel cold Upon the northern stone sits she And calmly looks upon the road. I felt the gloomy, dusky fear Before this woman of delight As on her shoulders played alone The rays of miserable light. And how could I forgive her yet Your shining praise by love deluded Look, she is happily in sorrow, And in such elegance denuded.

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Часть текста: I see capital through the flurry On this Monday night twenty-first. Some do-nothing has made up the story That love exists on the earth. And from laziness or from boredom All believed, and thus they live: Wait for meeting, fear the parting, And sing songs of love. But to others opens a secret And upon them descends a still.. I by accident came upon this And since then am as if I'm ill.

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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."

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Часть текста: When with a strong but tired hand In dreary capital of nation Upon the whiteness of the page I did record my recantations, And wind into the window round Poured in a wet and silent stream The sky was burning, burning bright With smoky dawn, it so did seem. I did not look at the Nieva, The dawn-drenched granite did not view, And it appeared that that I, awake, my Unforgettable, saw you.. But then the unexpected night Covered the before-autumn town, That, so as to assist my flight, The ashen shadows melted down. I only took with me the cross, That you had given on day of treason That wormwood steppe should be in bloom And winds, like sirens, sing in season. And here upon an empty wall He keeps me from the broodings dour And I don't fear to recall Anything - even the final hour.

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Часть текста: We'll be with each other, dear, All now know we are together, And the wily laughs and putdowns Like a distant tambourine Can't insult us any longer And can't give us injury. Where we married - we don't know, But this church at once did glimmer With that furious beaming light That only the angels know How to bring upon white wings. And the time is now such, Fearful city, fearful year. How can now be parted Me from you and you from me?

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Часть текста: Yes, I had loved them, those meetings of the nights - Upon small table a glass filled with ice, Above black coffee thick and smelly steam, From the red heater heavy winter heat, The stinging mirth of literary parable And first look of the friend, helpless and terrible.

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Часть текста: With pride your spirit is darkened For this you won't know world at all. You say that this faith is a dream And mirage is this capital. You say that my country is sinful, Your country is godless, I scream. May the guilt still lie upon us - We can correct and redeem. Around you are water and flowers Why seek a beggar and sinner, my dear? I know that you're sick very badly: You seek death and the end you fear.

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Часть текста: On the blooming lilac bushes Sky is sowing the light rain. Beats with wings upon the window The white, the white Spirits' day. For a friend to be returning From the sea - especial hour. I am dreaming of the far shore, Of the stone, sand and tower. I will enter, meeting light, On the top of one of these towers. In the land of swamps and fields There are in memory no towers. Only I will sit on the porch, There, where dense shadows lay. Help me in my fright, at last, The white, the white Spirits' day.

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Часть текста: обертоны, Гумилев и Мандельштам воспели христианские храмы: Падуанский собор, средневековый храм, где "в ночи работали масоны", блеск мозаики в венецианском соборе, евангелическую церковь, Казанский, Исаакиевский и пятиглавые московские соборы, Нотр-Дам и Айя-Софию. "Айя-София" вошло в специальную подборку собственно акмеистических стихотворений в "Аполлоне" (1913, № 3; отметим, кстати, в этой подборке и стих. Нарбута "Как быстро высыхают крыши...", где тема храма преломлена в особой, нарбутовской поэтике "богохульства"). С началом войны мандельштамовское стихотворение по неизбежности приобрело патриотическое звучание, актуализировались его славянофильские подтексты, на первый план выступила тютчевская тема: И своды древния Софии В возобновленной Византии Вновь осенят Христов алтарь! В первый год войны было сочинено немало новых стихотворений на этот предмет - "У Босфора" Сологуба 1 , "Босфор" Кузмина, "Царьград" Скалдина, "Царьград" Городецкого ("Святой Премудрости собор / Давно пленил славянский взор...") и мн. др. На публичных выступлениях 1915 года, в которых он почти всегда участвовал наряду с Ахматовой, Мандельштам неизменно читал "Айя-София". В этот год идеи Владимира Соловьева и других русских религиозных мыслителей о Софии как мире первообразов, положенных Богом в основу творения, Софии как восстановлении поврежденной целости человечества и всей твари, Софии как "благой...

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