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Часть текста: Before the spring arrives there are such days: Under the thick snow cover rests the lawn, The dry-and-jolly trees are making noise, Tender and strong, the wind is warm. And body is amazed at its own lightness, And your own home is alien to you, And song that had just previously been tiring With worry you are singing just like new.

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Часть текста: suddenly slumped down on the ground and looked back at me in silence with great frightened eyes. Blood trickled from his mouth. Yes, I remember that clearly. I also remember how, in the dense undergrowth, within almost a stone's throw from the edge of the wood, I first saw him. . . . He was a huge fat Turk, but I went straight for him, weak and thin though I was. There was a report, and something flew past me, something enormous, it seemed to me; there was a ringing in my ears. "He is shooting at me," came the thought. With a scream of terror he recoiled against a thick hawthorn bush. He could have gone round it, but in his fear he did not know what he was doing and flung himself upon the prickly branches. I struck out, and knocked the rifle out of his hands, then struck again and felt my bayonet sinking into something soft. There was a queer sound, something between a snarl and a groan. Then I ran on. Our men were shouting "hurrah!", dropping, shooting. I remember firing several shots after I had come out of the woods into a clearing. Suddenly the cheers sounded louder and we all moved forward again. I should have said "our men" instead of "we," because I was left behind. I thought it rather odd. Still more odd was it when all of a sudden everything disappeared, and all the shouting and the shooting were silenced. I heard nothing, and saw only a patch of blue; it must have been the sky. Then that went too. I have never been in such a queer position before. I am lying, I believe, on my stomach, and see nothing in front of me but a small patch of earth. A few blades of grass, an ant, its head lowered, crawling along ...

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Часть текста: Spring Day Spring Day This day of spring is hot and golden - The citys blinded by the sun! Im me again! I am emboldened! Im in love, happy and Im young! The soul sings and bursts for the fields and I come to strangers and say "hey." What spaciousness I feel! What freedom! What songs and flowers in my way! Soon - vanish into the young meadows! Soon - into snowdunes, full of bliss! To look in pink faces of women, Like friend, an enemy to kiss! Make noise, the springtime forests mighty! Bloom, lilac bushes! Grow tall, grass! No sinners: Everyone is righteous On a day so divinely blessed!

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Часть текста: Oh, this was a cold day In Peter's wonderful town! The shadow grew dense, and the sundown Like purple fire lay. Let him not want my eyes fair Prophetic and never-changing All life long verse he'll be catching - My conceited lips' empty prayer.

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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: (№2) 1907 Книга не искупает своих 187 страниц. В ней много лишнего и устаревшего. Статья, напр., «Эмерсон и Уитман» вся из материала, уже истрепленного биографами Уитмана; все то же письмо Эмерсона к Уитману, то же письмо к Карлайлю, тот же дневник Уитмана о споре с Эмерсоном, об обеде у Эмерсона, о смерти Эмерсона. Подобные компиляции имеют значение только тогда, когда они исчерпывают весь материал. Но и этого нет: заодно с книгой Карпентера вышла в Бостоне книга Горэса Траубеля «С Уитманом в Кэмдене», где приводятся драгоценные воспоминания и комментарии самого Уитмана, письмо О'Коннора по этому поводу (стр. 52-54), критика показаний Траубриджа о перемене отношений Эмерсона к Уитману (стр. 111) и т. д. Так что книга Карпентера запоздала при самом рождении. Правда, в этой статье есть слова Эмерсона, сказанные им лично самому Карпентеру, но они уже приводились в другом месте этой же книги (на стр. 48) и потому вряд ли способны обновить ее. То же и с заметкой «О детях Уитмана». Вся она покоится на давно опубликованных письмах к Питеру Дойлю, критическая ценность ее незначительна,– и просто непостижимо, зачем было Карпентеру заниматься такой компиляцией? В статье «Уитман, как пророк» интересен приложенный указатель: сопоставление некоторых стихов Уитмана с некоторыми местами из Упанишад, Суттанта, речений Лао-Тзы и Евангелия, хотя подобное же можно проделать и со стихами Максимилиана Волошина, и со стихами Георгия Чулкова, – кого угодно. Большую ценность имеет исследование о «Поэтической форме Побегов Травы». В нем...

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Часть текста: I do not count mortal days Under the roof of a chilled empty building, I'm reading the Apostles' words, Words of Psalm-singer I am reading. Sleet is fluffy, and stars turn blue, And more marvelous is each meeting - And in the Bible a leaf On Song of Songs is sitting.

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Часть текста: me. I may have selected as of most interest what was of secondary importance, and may have omitted the most prominent and essential details. But I see I shall do better not to apologise. I will do my best and the reader will see for himself that I have done all I can. And, to begin with, before entering the court, I will mention what surprised me most on that day. Indeed, as it appeared later, everyone was surprised at it, too. We all knew that the affair had aroused great interest, that everyone was burning with impatience for the trial to begin, that it had been a subject of talk, conjecture, exclamation and surmise for the last two months in local society. Everyone knew, too, that the case had become known throughout Russia, but yet we had not imagined that it had aroused such burning, such intense, interest in everyone, not only among ourselves, but all over Russia. This became evident at the trial this day. Visitors had arrived not only from the chief town of our province, but from several other Russian towns, as well as from Moscow and Petersburg. Among them were lawyers, ladies, and even several distinguished personages. Every ticket of admission had been snatched up. A special place behind the table at which the three judges sat was set apart for the most distinguished and important of the men visitors; a row of arm-chairs had been placed there -- something exceptional, which had never been allowed before. A large proportion not less than half of the public -- were ladies. There was such a large number of lawyers from all parts that they did not know where to seat them, for every ticket had long since been eagerly sought for and distributed. I saw at the end of the room, behind the platform, a special partition hurriedly put up, behind which all these lawyers were admitted, and they thought themselves lucky to have standing room there, for all chairs had been removed for the sake of space, and the crowd behind the partition...

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