Your fabulous enunciation,
Like whistling of a bird of prey,
Creates a true representation
Of silken eyelids, I dare say.
"What" -- and the head has fallen
"Why" -- I am asking you
And far away the leaves are calling:
We live upon this planet too.
So let them say that love is flighty -
Flightier hundred times is death.
The soul is striving still and mighty,
Our lips fly toward it with each breath.
And in your whisper, so much silk,
And so much air, and so much light,
That as if blinded we both drink
The sunless brew of windy night.
Rasputin was killed one year ago today. My God, it's been quite some time, so much trouble has occurred! And so many of his prophecies have come true...
It's Sunday. It's very windy outside, there's a blizzard. I'm reading a book I borrowed from the library - "The Giant Split" by Mordovtsev. It's about Patriarch Nikon, protopope Avvakum and the reign of Alexei Mikhailovich. The Tsars used to be of such cruel disposition, and the people were so naive and superstitious.
Solitude is indeed a good thing. Sometimes it is necessary, and it has come to me just at the right time to allow me to think about everything that has happened to me in the past few months. See more
Mandelstam often visited me, and we rode in a cab on the incredible bumps of the revolutionary winter among the famous fires that burned almost until May, listening to a rifle rumbling from an unknown place. So we went to the Academy of Arts, where were evenings in favor of the wounded and where we both performed several times.
Today is a day of great significance for me: having been summoned to see Sir Green at the embassy I received a message from him that will determine my immediate future. See more
Trotsky has addressed a message to the people and Governments of all Allied countries. The Russian Revolution has, he declares, opened the door for an immediate general peace, and if only the Allied Governments will avail themselves of the present favourable opportunity, general negotiations may be commenced at once. See more
The Russian revolution has an anti-nationalistic character, and it has turned Russia into a bloodless corpse. Yet despite this anti-nationalistic character, the peculiarities of our nation, the “Russian style”, have significantly determined the course of this unhappy and destructive revolution. See more
I have many friends and acquaintances in Kislovodsk, and we were constantly gathering together in someone’s place for tea, dinner or to play cards, to calm our souls a little bit. To be alone is painful in such troubling times. See more