Николай Алексеевич Заболоцкий - Последняя любовь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Nikolai Alekseevich Zabolotsky (Zabolotsky) [1] (April 24 (May 7) 1903, Kisic Sloboda, Kaymar volost of the Kazan district of the Kazan province - October 14, 1958, Moscow) - Russian poet.

After graduating from a real school in Urzhum in 1920, Zabolotsky enters Moscow University at once at two faculties - philological and medical. The literary life of Moscow captures the poet. He is fond of imitation of either the block or Yesenin.

From 1921 to 1925, Zabolotsky studied at the Pedagogical Institute. Herzen in Leningrad. Over the years of study, he comes closer to a group of young authors, “Oberuses” (“Association of Real Art”). All members of this association were characterized by elements of alologism, absurdity, grotesque, these moments were not purely formal techniques, but expressed, and peculiarly, the conflict of the worldwake. Participation in this group helps the poet find his own path.

The first book of his poems, the column, was published in 1926. This book was a noisy and even scandalous success. Readers literally stunned the poetics of grotesque and tongue -tied, rhythm and meter violations, shocking pro -proofs, frank non -literary stylistics.

In 1938, he was repressed on false prosecution and sent to work as a builder for the Far East, in Altai Territory, Karaganda. In the 1930s and 1940s, Zabolotsky wrote “metamorphoses”, “forest lake”, “morning”, etc.

In 1946, Zabolotsky returned to Moscow. He works on translations of Georgian poets, visits Georgia. In the 1950s, poems “Ugly Girl”, “Old Actress” and others are published, which make his name widely known. In 1957, he visited Italy.

Zabolotsky was fond of the painting of Filonov, Shagal, Bruegel. The ability to see the world through the eyes of the artist remained with the poet for life.

In 1955, Zabolotsky had the first heart attack, and on October 14, 1958 his sick heart stopped forever.

The car trembled and became

Two went out into the evening

And the steering wheel sank tiredly

Distilled by the work of the driver.

In the distance through the cabin

The constellations fluttered the lights.

Elderly passenger at the curtain

He lingered with his friend.

And the driver through the sleepy eyelids

Suddenly I noticed two strange faces

Turning to each other forever

And who forgot themselves to the end.

Two foggy light lights

They came from them, and around

The beauty of the outgoing summer

She hugged them with hundreds of hands.

There were firemen here,

Like glasses with bloody wine

And gray -haired Aquilegia Sultans,

And chamomiles in a crown with gold.

In the inevitable foreboding of grief,

In the waiting for the autumn minutes

Short -term joy of the sea

Surrounded lovers here.

And they, leaning towards each other,

Homeless children of nights

Silently walked in a flower circle

In the electric shine of rays.

And the car stood in the darkness,

And the motor trembled hard,

And the driver smiled tiredly

Diping the glass in the cab.

He knew that summer was ending

That inclement days are suitable

That their song has been sung for a long time -

What, fortunately, they did not know.

1957