A physicist with a world name
He couldn’t figure out the math.
The university had not paid scientist salaries for months.
Of the research assistants that he had
three left, one wound up dead.
There are riots on the streets each day. There are four hour lines for bread.
Equations blooming in his mind
are so precise and so right,
but he cannot afford to pay his bills. His wife cries every night. Continue reading
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Tagged Berlin wall, common people, history, iron curtain, life, Poem, poetry, political, Politics, prestroyka, russia, Russian, soviet, soviet union
This is a poem written by a Russian (Soviet) soldier during World War II, right before Soviet Union launched a defensive counter attack against Hitler’s army. It had such an impact on me that I had to translate it. *** … Continue reading
Vadim Astrakhan, in collaboration with Yuri Naumov, has just released his new CD of Vladimir Vysotsky’s songs translated into English – “Two Fates“. As a little girl living in Moscow, I was immersed in the world of Vladimir Vysotsky’s songs. … Continue reading
Posted in Literature and Writing, Music, Poems, Russia - about Russian culture and Russian history - past and present, Russian to English Translations by Julie Deshtor, Vladimir Vysotsky Russian to English translations, Vysotsky in English
Tagged Astrakhan, Bard, Vadim Astrakhan, Vladimir Vysotsky, Vysotsky, Vysotsky in English
Private Borisov by Vladimir Vysotsky, English translation (Рядовой Борисов, Владимир Высоцкий, английский перевод) “Private Borisov!”- “Here!”- “Tell me how this went down!” “It was cold. I barely hung on. Then it rained, then it got dark, and I was getting … Continue reading
When the Unknown appears before you in the form of an unexplained phenomenon – that is more or less normal. However, when it manifests as a living person, do not be ashamed to express your awe. And do something nice … Continue reading
He lived to forty. His life was cut short. There is no grain of truth in those words. He had lived through two wars, one government’s fall, Three different famines, four opposing factions, Six foreign countries and two real passions. … Continue reading
i dreamt of the russian civil war yesterday. enough to wake me right up a 9 am on the New Year’s Eve morning… shades of gray and browns. no deaths. no horses. just the distant sound of mortar and endless … Continue reading