Brodsky monument will rise in front of U.S. Embassy in Moscow

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On Novinsky Boulevard in the center of Moscow, opposite the U.S. Embassy until the end of May there will be a monument to the poet, Nobel laureate
It was assumed that the sculpture of George Frangulyan solemnly open May 24 birthday of the poet, but decided to postpone the event at the end of May. Now specify the date in the city administration ...
In a park on Novinsky Boulevard between houses 22 and 28 has a granite pedestal, will soon begin assembling the most three-meter sculpture, which is donated to the city.
Brodsky was born in 1940 in Leningrad. For eight years he studied in schools and higher education has not received any. With 17 years has been to act in the underground poetry clubs. In March 1964, the court for the article on "social parasitism" received five years of forced labor. Was exiled to the village Norenskaya Arkhangelsk region. In 1965 he returned to Leningrad. In 1972 he emigrated to the United States. In 1987 he received the Nobel Prize for literature. He died in New York in January 1996. He was buried in one of his favorite cities - Venice - to the cemetery island of San Michele, where we found the final resting place, including the composer Igor Stravinsky and the producer of the "Russian Ballet" Sergei Diaghilev.
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1.Iosif Brodsky.
2.Skulptor George Frangulyan.
3.Pamyatnik Joseph Brodsky.

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Kazakov, Butman.

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One of my favorite poems by Brodsky (EA)
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Today is windy and the waves are cresting.
Soon the autumn, everything will change in the district.
Changing the colors of the touching, Postum,
costume changes than a friend.

Virgin flatters to a certain limit -
on the elbow or knee can not go.
How joyful is the perfect out of the body:
or impossible to embrace, no cheating!

*
I'm sending you, Postum, these books
What is the capital? Soft trail? Sleep is not hard?
How's Caesar? What he was doing? All the intrigue?
All the intrigue, they probably did gluttony.

I'm sitting in my garden, lit the lamp.
Neither the girlfriend nor the workers, or acquaintances.
Instead of the weak and strong world -
except in accordance with buzzing insects.

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*
Here is a merchant from Asia. Explanatory
He was a merchant - the business, but noticeable.
Died quickly: a fever. On trading
He sailed for here, not for it.

Next to him - a legionnaire, a coarse quartz.
He was in the battles of the Empire glorified.
Many times to kill him! but died an old man.
Even here, there, Postum, rules.

*
Let indeed, Postum, the chicken is a bird
but harebrained enough grief.
If you fell in the Empire to be born,
better to live in a remote province near the sea.

And far from Caesar, and the blizzard.
Fawn does not need to trot, make haste.
Say that all the governors - a thief?
But the thief to me a mile than the leech.

*
This downpour to wait with you, Hetero,
I agree, but let's not trade:
take sesterces from covering the body
anyway, that the demand for roofing shingles.

Occur, you say? But where's the pool?
To leave a puddle I did not happen.
Here you will find yourself of a husband,
He will proceed on the bedspread.

*
Here we lived more than half.
As I said before the tavern, the old servant:
"We're looking back, we see only the ruins."
View, of course, a very barbaric, but true.

Was in the mountains. Now busy with a large bouquet.
'll Find a large pitcher, pour water to them ...
How is it in Libya, my Postum - or wherever?
Is is still fighting for?

*
Remember, Postum, the governor of my sister?
Thin, but with full legs.
You slept with her yet ... Recently became a priestess.
Priestess, Postum, and communicates with the gods.
[Come, popem wine, ate bread.
Or plums. Tell me the news.
You will lay in the garden under the clear sky
and tell you what are called constellations.

*
Soon, Postum, a friend of yours who loves addition,
duty to his long-time subtraction of pay.
Take out from under the pillow savings
there a little, but enough for the funeral.
Go to his black mare
in a town house hetero our wall.
Give them a price for which love,
so that for the same price and mourned.

*
Greenery of laurel, reaching to tremble.
Door wide open, dusty window.
Chair abandoned, left behind a couch.
Tissue, absorbed the midday sun.
Pont noise behind the black fence of pines.
Someone's boat with the wind fighting off Cape.
Cracked on the bench - Pliny the Elder.
Blackbird chirping in the cypress shock of hair.

Mart 1972

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When Brodsky asked with whom he identifies himself, he replied: "The Russian poet, an English essayist, a U.S. citizen.
I do not see a better combination. "

Interesting article on Brodsky http://www.e-slovo.ru/483/nayman.htm

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1.Iosif Brody and his wife Maria Sotstsani ....

[Евгений]

Kazakov, Butman.

[Евгений]

One of my favorite poems by Brodsky (EA)
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Today is windy and the waves with overlap.
Soon the autumn, everything will change in the county.
Changing colors of the touching, Postum,
costume changes than a friend.

Virgo flatters to a certain limit -
on the elbow or the knee will not go.
How beautiful is happier outside the body:
not impossible to embrace, not treason!

*
I'm sending you, Postum, these books
What in the capital? Gently trail? Sleep is not tough?
How is Caesar? What he was doing? All of intrigue?
Intrigues, they probably did gluttony.

I was sitting in his garden, lit a lamp.
No friends, no servants, nor friends.
Instead of the weak and strong world -
except in accordance with buzzing insects.

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Here is a merchant from Asia. Explanatory
He was a merchant - the business, but noticeable.
He died quickly, such as fever. On trading
He sailed for here, but not for this.

Next to him - legionnaire, a coarse quartz.
He battles the Empire glorified.
So much time to kill! and died old.
Even here, there, Postum, rules.

*
Let indeed, Postum, the chicken is a bird
but harebrained enough grief.
If you dropped out of the Empire to be born,
better to live in a remote province near the sea.

And far from Caesar, and the blizzard.
Fawn does not need a coward, in a hurry.
You say that all the governors - a thief?
But the thief to me dearer than the blood-sucker.

*
This downpour to wait with you, Thais,
I agree, but let's not trade:
take sesterces from covering the body
anyway, that demand from the roof shingles.

Occur, you say? But where is the pool?
To leave a puddle I did not happen.
Here you will find yourself some of her husband,
and he will proceed to the veil.

*
So we spent more than half.
As I said before the old slave Tavern:
"We're looking around, seeing nothing but ruins."
Opinion, of course, a very barbaric, but true.

Was in the mountains. Now vozhus with big bouquet.
'll Find a large pitcher, pour water to them ...
How is it in Libya, my Postum - or wherever?
Is is still fighting?

*
Remember, Postum, the governor of my sister?
Thin, but with full legs.
You slept with her yet ... Recently become a priestess.
Priestess, Postum, and communicates with the gods.
[Come, popem wine, ate bread.
Or plums. Tell me the news.
Will lay in the garden under a clear sky
and tell you what are called constellations.

*
Soon, Postum, a friend of yours who loves addition,
its long-standing debt to pay subtraction.
Take out from under the pillow savings
there a little, but enough for the funeral.
Go on a black mare of his
at home under the city heteras our wall.
Give them a price for that love,
so for the same price and wept.

*
Laurel Greens, reaching to tremble.
The door is wide open, dusty window.
Chair abandoned, left behind a couch.
Tissue, absorbed the midday sun.
Pont noise behind the black fence of pine trees.
Someone's boat with the wind at Cape fights.
Cracked on the bench - Senior Pliny.
Blackbird chirping in the cypress shock of hair.

Mart 1972

[Евгений]

When Brodsky asked with whom he identifies himself, he replied: "A Russian poet, English essayist, a U.S. citizen.
I do not see a better combination. "

An interesting article on Brodsky (View private person) http://www.e-slovo.ru/483/nayman.htm

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1.Iosif Brody and his wife Maria Sotstsani ....

[Евгений]

From Nobel Lectures ... (1987)
".. Who writes a poem, but wrote it not because he is counting on the posthumous fame, though it often and hoped that his poem will survive, albeit not for long. Who writes a poem writes it because the language he suggests, or simply dictates the following line . As a poem, the poet, as a rule, does not know how it will end, and sometimes appears to be very surprised at what happened, because often turns out better than he expected, his thoughts often go further than he expected. This is the moment when the future of language interferes with its present. There are, as we know, three methods of cognition: analytical, intuitive, and the method that was used by the biblical prophets - through a revelation. The difference between poetry from other forms of literature in that it uses all three at once (gravitating mainly the second and third), because all three are in the language, and sometimes with a single word, a rhyme writer of the poem can not be there, where before no one had been - and beyond, perhaps, than he would have wished. recordable a poem writes it above all because the poem - a huge booster of consciousness, thinking, attitude. Having experienced this acceleration once, a man no longer able to refuse to repeat this experience, he falls into dependency on this process, both fall into a dependency on drugs or alcohol . The man, who is in a similar function of the language, I suppose, and is therefore called ...."
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From the history of life in Soviet Russia Brodsky .. (EA)

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February 13, 1964 Brodsky was arrested on a charge of parasitism. February 14, he suffered in the chamber first heart attack. Since that time, Brodsky constantly suffered angina, which always reminded him of death (without interfering with the order to be a heavy smoker).
Two meetings of Brodsky's trial were zakonspektirovany Frida Vigdorova and content is made in the samizdat of the White Paper.

Judge: Your work experience?
Brodsky: Around ...
Judge: We are not interested in "approximately"!
Brodsky: Five years.
Judge: Where did you work?
Brodsky: The plant. In geological parties ...
JUDGE: How long have you worked at the factory?
Brodsky: Year.
Judge: What?
Brodsky: a milling machine.
Judge: And in general what is your specialty?
Brodsky: Poet, poet and translator.
Judge: And who is acknowledged that you're a poet? Who are you ranked the poets?
Brodsky: No one. (No calls). And who ranked me to the human race?
Judge: And you learned this?
Brodsky: What?
Referee: To be a poet? Not trying to finish high school, where they cook ... where you learn ...
Brodsky: I did not think ... I do not think it provides education.
Judge: What?
Brodsky: I think it's ... (confused) ... from God ...
Judge: Do you have a petition to the court?
Brodsky: I would like to know: what I was arrested?
Judge: This is an issue, not a petition.
Brodsky: So I have no application.

All the prosecution witnesses began their testimony by saying: "I am not personally familiar Brodsky ...", echoing the wording of a model bullying Pasternak: "I have not read Pasternak's novel, but condemn !..». Brodsky was sentenced to the maximum possible under the decree of "social parasitism" punishment - five years of forced labor in remote areas. He was exiled to Konosha region of Arkhangelsk region and settled in the village Norenskaya. In an interview with Volkov Brodsky called this the happiest time in my life. It is in exile Brodsky met with English poetry, including Uistenom Auden ......

[Posav]

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When Brodsky asked with whom he identifies himself, he replied: "The Russian poet, an English essayist, a U.S. citizen. I do not see a better combination ».....

normally goes ...

Obligatory element of the adoption of U.S. citizenship. Juror after the court clerk repeats the text of the oath: "I hereby solemnly swear that I absolutely and entirely renounce allegiance and fidelity to any foreign sovereign, potentate, state or sovereignty, national or citizen of which I am to this day, that I will support and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic, that I will faithfully serve the United States, that I will take up arms and will fight on the side of the United States when I am obliged to do so by law, that I will bear the non-combatant service in the U.S. Armed Forces when I'm obliged to do so by law, that I will perform civilian jobs when I am obliged to do so by law, and that I pronounce this oath openly, without ulterior motive or intent to evade its execution

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Joseph Brodsky's "Letters to a Roman friend"

[QUOTE][FONT="Lucida Sans Unicode"]Last letter to Roman friend

Went out into the garden, chewing thoughtfully grass. Asked for the sacrifice of the mercy of God. Sorry, bratello Postum, the hitch - to-day flights in your direction a bit. Pig now mastered barely, king has zakosul vinaigrette. Heard your there completely about*izdanii - artichokes seemed to be banned. Vegetable in old age one joy for the belly, and the surplus of Parmesan as a splinter. There are drinking? Is Mead, if not now from Gaul delivery?
Many hear about the art of the Senate: digging ditches, discussions level sordid. Will probably protect izbranniki himself from overseas battering technologies? From me to you, the end is now considerable, caravans a year how to ride stopped. As sesterces there - all in a spin? Moneychangers will atlanat now for Darik not half-century? As to the rest of the seaside in the Outback, forget what I wrote you poddavki. The extent of the Imperial batons distance noggin mile away. In vain each other spoke teeth, no, you now have to select the reason - not bloodsuckers mile than men, and in the Senate vanity indistinguishable.
So long, friend, finish the story. The sun is shining and the sky is blue. No, not the worst city in the world, Persepolis, though with lard or buckwheat interruptions.
P. S. will Finish until sealed scroll: to be honest, sitting on the suitcase. Here in Shijiazhuang for business class from Persians discount. Safer is still in Canyone@

Alexei Tsvetkov

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Сообщение от Eugene

In a park on Novinsky Boulevard between houses 22 and 28 has a granite pedestal , will soon begin assembling the most three-meter sculpture , which is donated to the city .

When the Museum of Private Collections Pushkin Museum held an exhibition Frangulyan (2006 -ohm, it seems , the year ), this figure Brodsky ( part of the composition of the monument ) faced in the course of a museum .
It is not just flat, and it is like a mold for a mirror on the back , concave side .

[Игорь Гурьев]

Still, it has something unusual: to see the monuments a man with whom sat and drank mountain nectar and simply Bordeaux (as well as thin. Movies about it).

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Сообщение от Guriev, Igor

Still, it has something unusual: to see the monuments a man with whom sat and drank mountain nectar and simply bordeaux

Intrigued us, and Anatoly .. and for more details?

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"He was so bold that sought to
     know yourself ... "No more and no less
     as himself.
     To achieve this
     unattainable goal, it first
     armed with a mirror, but after,
     realizing that the main task
     not so much to see, but in the fact
     To tell about the vision of the Dutch
     He took up the etching needle
     and began to tell.
     About what
     he told us? What he saw?

     He discovered in the mirror the person who
     itself, in a sense
     there is a mirror.
     Any expression
     person - a reflection of
     what happens to the man in your life.
     And is different:
     doubt,
     confusion, hope, angry laughter -
     How strange to see that the same
     features are able to express very
     essentially different sensations.
     Even stranger that in the end
     replaced by anger, bitterness, hopes
     and the surprise comes mask
     calmness - a feeling
     like a mirror of all its
     wants to give up duties
     and become a simple glass, and pass
     and light and darkness, without all sorts of obstacles.

     

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So he saw his face.
     And concluded that man is capable of
     carry any stroke of fate,
     that grief and joy in equal measure
     him to face: how curvy clothes
     king. And as the rags of poverty.
     He has tried, and found that all
     that he has tried, it turned out just right.

        II

     And then he looked around.
     Treat others have the right
     only a carefully considered.
     However the series before it went
     apothecaries, soldiers, Pied Piper,
     moneylenders, writers, and merchants -
     The Netherlands looked at him
     like a mirror. And the mirror was able to
     truthfully - and for many centuries -
     Holland and capture what
     one and the same thing together
     all of these - young and old - a person;
     and the name of that common thing - light.

     No person differ, but the light is different:
     Some, like lamps, from the inside
     lit. Others - like
     all that light bulb.
     And in this - the essence of the difference.
     But he
     Who created this world, at the same time
     (And not without reason) created a shadow.
     A shadow is not just a state of light
     but something equally important and even
     sometimes exceeding it.

     Any facial expression -
     confusion, hope, folly, fury
     and even referred to the mask
     calm - not a credit life
     Or the most facial muscles, but only
     merit coverage.
     Only these
     Two things - the shadow and light - we make
     in humans.

     True?
     Well, put the experience:
     zaduyte candles, draw the curtains.
     What's in the dark are your people?

        III

     But people think otherwise. People
     believe that they are something people argue
     acts committed, love, lying,
     even prophesy.
     Meanwhile,
     they just enjoy the light
     and often abuse them
     as every thing that went in vain.
     One sometimes obscures light to others.
     Other shade.
     And still others strive to outshine the whole world
     his persona - anything can happen.
     And for the other he suddenly goes out.

        IV

     And when he goes out for
     whom we love, and for us not to go out
     when you can see only
     those for whom you and watch you do not want
     (Including at myself)

     if you're turning my eyes to the fact
     that before were only background
     your portraits and paintings -
     to the ground ...

     The tragedy is over. Actor
     goes away. But the scene - remains
     and begins to live his life.

     Well, as a thankful
     Show with all the passion of the scene.

     You said his monologue. She
     outlive your words, your voice
     and the thunder of applause, and silence,
     so much palpable after
     applause. And then - you
     all survived.

        V

     Well, then,
     You knew it before. It is - also
     path in the darkness.
     But is it really necessary
     fear of darkness? Because darkness
     only form of saving the world
     from unnecessary spending, just a form of sleep,
     semblance of respite.
     And the artist -
     the artist must see in the dark.

     Well, he sees it. Part of the face.
     Shred some tissues. Edge of the cart.
     Back of the head somewhere. Tree. Pitcher.
     All of this would snovidenya light
     asleep at the time of a sound sleep.

     But sooner or later he will wake up.

1971