Konstantin Simonov (real name - Cyril) was born in St. Petersburg (15) November 28 , 1915. His father died at the front in World War I, so he brought his stepfather, a military profession. All childhood Constantine held in military camps and command dormitories. He was soviet writer and poet.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok was born (16) November 28 , 1880 in St. Petersburg, the son of a professor of philosophy and law. Education of boys engaged grandfather, the famous botanist A. Beketov. Almost all childhood Sasha lived in his estate under the wedge. For five years, Alexander began to write poetry. They say poetic gift he inherited from his father. He was russian poet of the Silver Age.
It is the best poem ever, it will be always in my heart. When i read it for the first time,I couldn't force myself not to cry. It really appeals to the heart...
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Wait for me
Wait for me, and I'll come back!
Wait with all you've got!
Wait, when dreary yellow rains
Tell you, you should not.
Wait when snow is falling fast,
Wait when summer's hot,
Wait when yesterdays are past,
Others are forgot.
Wait, when from that far-off place,
Letters don't arrive.
Wait, when those with whom you wait
Doubt if I'm alive.
Wait for me, and I'll come back!
Wait in patience yet
When they tell you off by heart
That you should forget.
Even when my dearest ones
Say that I am lost,
Even when my friends give up,
Sit and count the cost,
Drink a glass of bitter wine
To the fallen friend -
Wait! And do not drink with them!
Wait until the end!
Wait for me and I'll come back,
Dodging every fate!
"What a bit of luck!" they'll say,
Those that would not wait.
They will never understand
How amidst the strife,
By your waiting for me, dear,
You had saved my life.
Only you and I will know
How you got me through.
Simply - you knew how to wait -
No one else but you.
Alexander Block is one of the best poets. His works are read all over the world. One of his most famous poems "The night. The street. Street-lamp. Drugstore" was written in 1912.
ReplyDeleteThe night. The street. Street-lamp. Drugstore.
A meaningless dull light about.
You may live twenty-five years more;
All will still be there. No way out.
You die. You start again and all
Will be repeated as before:
The cold rippling of a canal.
The night. The street. Sreet-lamp. Drugstore.
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DeleteSymbolism of A. Block
ReplyDeleteBlok considered his poetical output as composed of three volumes. The first volume is composed of his early poems about the Fair Lady. The second volume comments upon the impossibility of attaining the ideal for which he craved. The third volume, featuring his poems from pre-revolutionary years, is more lively. For Blok's poetry, colours are essential. Blue or violet is the colour of frustration, when the poet understands that his hope to see the Lady is delusive. The yellow colour of street lanterns, windows and sunsets is the colour of treason and triviality. Black hints at something terrible, dangerous but potentially capable of esoteric revelation. Russian words for yellow and black are spelled by the poet with a long O instead of YO, in order to underline "a hole inside the word".
Imitating Fyodor Tyutchev, Blok developed a complicated system of poetic symbols. In his early work, for instance, wind represents the Fair Lady's approach, whereas morning or spring is the time when their meeting is most likely to happen. Winter and night are the evil times when the poet and his lady are far away from each other. Bog and mire represent everyday life with no spiritual light from above.
In the early years of the war, Simonov seemed indestructible. "If God in his almighty power" was written in Odessa under siege, when death stared him in the face. He answered that stare with a laugh - and with total acceptance of the future. What would he wish to take to Heaven with him? Everything he has experienced, or could experience, on earth - including, yes - even death:
ReplyDeleteEven death, if that could be,
I should not leave behind below.
All that is here our lot on earth
I'd choose to take with me - and so
God, in astonishment, would curse
The worldly loyalties of men,
And very soon, without a doubt,
Would put me back on earth again.
Anton Grigorevich Rubinstein (November 28 1829 – November 20 1894) was a Russian pianist, composer and conductor who became a pivotal figure in Russian culture when he founded the Saint Petersburg Conservatory. He was the elder brother of Nikolai Rubinstein who founded the Moscow Conservatory.
ReplyDeleteKonstantin Simonov is a well-known Russian poet.Many people know his famous poem "Wait for me" by heart.It is really beautiful and touching poem that does not leave anyone indifferent. And I also like another his poem,which is dedicated to war events too.
ReplyDeleteThe major brought the boy out on the gun;
His mother dead, unwept, no time for tears.
He was a child for whom the last ten days
In this world or the next will count as years.
They brought him from the fortress, Brest-Litovsk,
Bullets had scarred and scratched the battered gun;
His father had decided there was nowhere
A safer place of refuge for his son.
The gun was shattered and the father wounded,
And fastened on, to hold him in the night,
The grey-haired child was sleeping on the carriage,
Holding his bedtime plaything to him tight.
We met him sleeping as we came from Russia;
He woke, and waved, as troops went down the track.
You say that I should leave this task to others -
That I've been there and now I should come back.
You only know this misery from hearsay!
We saw it, and our hearts will never mend!
Whoever saw that little boy's condition
Will not come home again until the end.
I have to see, with those same eyes that saw him -
- Those eyes that wept there, in the dust of war -
I have to see that child return there with us,
And kiss the ground on which he lived before.
For everything which you and I have valued,
The law of war insists we have to fight!
My home is now no longer where it was, dear -
It's where that child has lost his home tonight.
June 1941