
I’ve come across the best translation of this Brodsky’s poem by Artem Serebrennikov. Continue reading “Joseph Brodsky – On Ukrainian Independence”
I’ve come across the best translation of this Brodsky’s poem by Artem Serebrennikov. Continue reading “Joseph Brodsky – On Ukrainian Independence”
Ivan Turgenev, The Russian Language (prose poem).
In days of doubt, in days of sad brooding on my country’s fate, thou alone art my rod and my staff — oh great, mighty, true and free Russian tongue! But for thee, how not to fall into despair, seeing all that happens at home? Yet who can think that such a language is not given to a great people? Continue reading “The Russian Language”
Continue reading “Velimir Khlebnikov — Untitled (Things Got Scattered Out of the Bag)”
Why rave ye, babblers, so — ye lords of popular wonder?
Why such anathemas ‘gainst Russia do you thunder?
What moves your idle rage? Is’t Poland’s fallen pride?
‘T is but Slavonic kin among themselves contending,
An ancient household strife, oft judged but still unending,
A question which, be sure, you never can decide. Continue reading “Alexander Pushkin – To the Slanderers of Russia (1831)”