Анна Ахматова - Голос памяти - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

O. A. Glebova-Sudeikina

What do you see, dull on the wall, looking,

At an hour when in the sky is a late dawn?

Is there a seagull on the blue tablecloth of water,

Or Florentine gardens?

Or a huge park of Tsarskoye village,

Where did you cross the path?

Il you see at your knees,

Who for white death has left captive?

No, I only see the wall - and on it

The reflections of heavenly festering lights.

June 18, 1913

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In 1913, Sudeikina entered a short romance with the young Dragoon officer Vsevolod Knyazev, who shot himself at the same year at the age of 22.

As Akhmatoved R. Timenchik writes: “This happened on March 29, 1913. “The cause of suicide is unknown,” the newspapers said when he died on April 5. Knyazev was buried in St. Petersburg at the Smolensk cemetery. At the funeral, Hussar's mother said, looking Olga Sudeikina directly into her eyes: "God will punish those who made him suffer."

On the conscience of the actress, this death fell forever.

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In 1959, Akhmatova recorded the history of the “poem without a hero”: “... a picture, picked up by a spotlight of memory from the darkness of the past, this is Olga and I, after the Blok’s funeral, looking for the grave of Vsevolod in the Smolensk cemetery (1913).“ This is somewhere around The walls, ”Olga said, but could not find. For some reason I remembered this minute forever.”

According to Akhmatova about Pushkin, we know what significance it attached to the sought and unsusted graves. From a sense of involuntary guilt, a verse about the root was born - "and who will be forgotten forever."

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One of the shocks to write the poem was the recalculation of Akhmatova of the old papers in his archive, including, apparently, from Olga Glebova-Sudeikina, who left Russia from Russia, who left Russia. She died in Paris in 1945, but Akhmatova, addressing the second initiation to the actress as a "passing summer", did not yet know about the death of her friend. Among the papers, Sudeikina, probably, were the verses of Vsevolod Knyazev. So Akhmatova touched the history of someone else's life, breaking away the year before the First World War. And she touched at the moment when the second war was already going on in the world, getting to her Fatherland.

Vsevolod Gavriovich Knyazev, who died in front of the fatal threshold, was born on January 25, 1891, in the same January, in the same "ninety -one unreliable year" as Osip Mandelstam, whose features are in the first dedication to the "poem without a hero."

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... Knyazev’s poems shine through the verbal masonry of the Akhmatov poem - after all, it also applies to them: "... I am writing on yours with a draft."