Voices from Russia

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

18 April 2017. A Piece of Anna Akhmatova’s “Requiem”



Friday, 9 October 2015

Lugansk Poet Yelena Zaslavskaya Won Sergei Yesenin International Literary Award

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Lugansk poet Yelena Zaslavskaya won the “О Русь, взмахни крылами…” (“O Russia, Spread Thy Wings …”) Sergei Yesenin International Literary Award for her collection Год войны (A Year of War). She told us:

On the eve of the 120th anniversary of Yesenin’s birth, the official award ceremony took place in Moscow. I was amongst the winners in the category “Слово Победы” (Victory Words) for my collection Год войны (A Year of War), which included poems written in 2014-15. In this category, there were 160 submissions. I received the Золотая осень (Golden Autumn) award… I’ll do my best to live up to it.

The Writers’ Union of Russia and the National Endowment for Culture and Tourism established the Sergei Yesenin all-Russian Literary Award in 2005, since 2010, it’s been an international distinction. The “О Русь, взмахни крылами…” (“O Russia, Spread Thy Wings …”) competition occurs biannually, awarding prizes in several categories. Its purpose is to identify the most original and brilliant poetry, critical works on Russian poetry, and popular song-writing, to engage readers and stimulate public interest in Russian poetry. It also wants to enhance the prestige of Russian literature, to augment its social significance and its role in developing society and individuals. The Union of Writers of Russia, the Moscow City Organisation of the Writers’ Union of Russia, the RF Gosduma, the RF Federation Council, and many other official bodies in the Russian Federation support this award.

Yelena Zaslavskaya graduated from gimnaziya in Lisichansk, with a major in humanities and aesthetics; she has a diploma in physics and mathematics from the Taras Shevchenko Lugansk National University. She studied “project management” at the Matusovsky Lugansk Academy of Culture and Arts. Zaslavskaya worked as a journalist in local television, newspapers, and internet publications. She wrote three collections of poetry (Эпоха моей любви (The Era of My Love), Мамині сльози (Mama’s Tears), and Инстинкт Свободы (Instinct of Freedom)), along with numerous publications in poetry anthologies, online publications, and literary periodicals. Now, she lives and works in Lugansk and is a member of the LNR Writers’ Union.

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Click here for her webpage and click here for her Facebook page

Saturday, 28 June 2014

“The Eyes of God”… A Poem by Tatyana Dugil

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С нами Бог. А у Бога –
Глаза русских икон.
Смотрят лики их строго
Из разбитых окон.

Кровью, в венах вскипавшей
Залиты образа –
За живых и по павшим
Плачут Бога глаза.

Но в развалинах храма,
Хоть чадят купола,
Свечи тлеют упрямо,
Зло сжигая дотла.

Настоятель резонно
(Выбор – ясен и прост!)
В бой уходит с амвона
На ближайший блокпост.

Коль под рясою тельник
Да тату «ВДВ»,
Ныне – воин священник
И заступник вдове.

Чтоб с нацизмом расплата
Наступила скорей,
Как с крестом – с автоматом
Служит круг иерей.

Знает: зори – лучисты,
Час настал – не кликуш,
Не этнических чисток –
Очищения душ

И извечным итогом
Победившей любви
За родимым порогом
Запоют соловьи.

Вера в нас не убита.
Сердцу звоны слышны.
Двери храма раскрыты –
Ждут солдата с войны.

Не смыкаются вежды –
Взор промыла слеза.
Не с укором – с надеждой
Смотрят Бога глаза…

Татьянa Дугиль


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God is with us! He’s in the
Eyes of our Russian icons.
We see their austere faces
Through broken windows.

The effervescence of blood
Suffuses the image…
For the living and the fallen
God’s eyes cry.

But in the ruined temple,
Though shattered dome
Candles smoulder stubbornly
Burning evil to ashes.

The wise rector
(the choice… plain and simple!)
In the battle, leaves the ambo
For the near strongpoint.

Hidden under his cross on his riassa
Yes… a “VDV” tattoo
Now… the priest is a warrior
The defender of the widow.

To Nazism, vengeance
Will come quickly,
With the cross… with an avtomat…
In turn, the priest serves.

He knows… the dawn is radiant,
The hour has come… not frantic,
Not ethnic cleansing…
A purifying shower.

And the ultimate end is
Victorious love
For ancestral origins
The nightingales sing.

Our faith is not dead.
The heart hears the bells.
The temple gates open…
Waiting for the soldier from the war.

Not with closed eyelids…
Tears streak the eyes.
Not with reproach… with hope
God’s watching eyes look…

Tatyana Dugil

27 June 2014

TsIA Novorossiya


Sunday, 20 May 2012

20 May 2012. Here’s Something SUBSTANTIAL to Think On…


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