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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.

Horses can swim

But not good, not far

"Gloria" in Russian means "Glory"

You will remember this easily

The ship walked with his name proud,

Trying the ocean to overcome.

In the hold, kindly swinging muzzles,

Thousand horses stood day and night.

Thousand horses, horseshoes four thousand

They didn’t bring happiness -

Mina to the ship broke the bottom

Far from the ground.

People got into boats, got into boats,

The horses swam just like that

What was they doing if if

There was no place for them in boats and rafts.

The red island sailed across the ocean,

The island and bay floated in apples ...

At first it seemed to them that it was easy to swim

The ocean seemed to them as a river.

But not visible by the river of that edge

At the limit of horsepower

Suddenly the horses rusted, objecting

Those who drowned them in the ocean.

Horses went to the bottom and laughed softly

And until everyone went to the bottom

That's all, but still I feel sorry for them

Red -haired