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“The Prophet” («Пророк») was written by Alexander Pushkin (Александр Пушкин) in 1826 and immediately gained wide popularity. This poem became central to Pushkin’s philosophical reflections, and a kind of program for action, a guide in life and work for many writers and followers of the great poet. The idea expressed in “The Prophet” gave a powerful impetus to many subsequent generations of poets. … Continue reading

Painting “Cry of prophet Jeremiah on the Ruins of Jerusalem” (on a Bible subject) by Ilya Repin – 1870

«Пророк» Александра Пушкина	“Prophet” by Alexander Pushkin

Духовной жаждою томим, В пустыне мрачной я влачился, — И шестикрылый серафим На перепутье мне явился.	I dragged my flesh through desert gloom, Tormented by the spirit’s yearning, And saw a six-winged Seraph loom, Upon the footpath’s barren turning.

Перстами легкими как сон Моих зениц коснулся он. Отверзлись вещие зеницы, Как у испуганной орлицы.	And as a dream in slumber lies So light this light his finger on my eyes. My wizard eyes grew wide and wary; An eagle’s startled from the eyrie

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Facts and translation of I Remember a Wonderful Moment (Kern) by Alexander Pushkin

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< < < Je me souviens de la mer avant la tempête (Ru/Fr) / I remember the sea before the storm (Ru/Eng) / Я помню море пред грозою (Рус/Анг.) (Рус/ Фра.)
Ma Muse (Ru/Fr) / My Muse (Ru/Eng) / Муза (Рус/Анг.) / (Рус/ Фра.) > > >

“I remember a wonderful moment” is one of the most famous lyrical works of Alexander Pushkin who devoted many of his poems to women.

He wrote this poem in 1825, during his exile in Mikhailovsky after his second meeting with A. P. Kern. Their first meeting dated from 1819 and she had captured his imagination.

In just a few stanzas, Alexander Pushkin unfolds before our eyes a long history of his relationship with A. Kern, and his admiration of the woman.

Я помню чудное мгновенье (Керн) Александр Пушкин	I Remember a Wonderful Moment (Kern) by Alexander Pushkin

	Translated by Akirill.com 05/31/2022

К Керн	Kern

Я помню чудное мгновенье;	I remember the marvelous moment;
Передо мной явилась ты,	You appeared before me,
Как мимолётное виденье,	Like a fleeting vision,
Как гений чистой красоты	Like a genius of pure beauty

В Томленьях грусти безнадёжной,	In the languor of hopeless sadness,
В тревогах шумной суеты,	In the anxieties of noisy bustle,
Звучал мне долго голос нежный	A gentle voice sounded to me for a long time
И снились милые черты.	And of sweet features I dreamed.

Шли годы. Бурь порыв мятежный	Years passed. Storms rebellious, impulse
Рассеял прежние мечты,	Scattered former dreams,
И я забыл твой голос нежный,	And I forgot your gentle voice,
Твои небесные черты.	Your heavenly features.

В глуши, во мраке заточенья	In the wilderness, in the darkness of confinement
Тянулись тихо дни мои	My days dragged on quietly
Без божества, без вдохновенья,	Without a deity, without inspiration,
Без слёз, без жизни, без любви.	Without tears, without life, without love.

Душе настало пробужденье:	The soul has awakened:
И вот опять явилась ты,	And here again you appeared,
Как мимолётное виденье,	Like a fleeting vision,
Как гений чистой красоты.	Like a genius of pure beauty.

И сердце бьется в упоенье,	And the heart beats in rapture,
И для него воскресли вновь	And for him resurrected again
И божество, и вдохновенье,	And the deity, and inspiration,
И жизнь, и слёзы, и любовь.	And life, and tears, and love.

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Winter morning by Alexander Pushkin

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< < < Matin d’automne / Autumn morning / Осеннее утро (Рус/Анг.) / (Рус/ Фра.)
Pourquoi suis-je fasciné par elle (Ru/Fr) / Why am I fascinated by her (Ru/Eng) / Зачем я ею очарован (Рус/Анг.) / (Рус/ Фра.) > > >

“Winter morning” by Alexander Pushkin is a poem that I really like, maybe because it’s the first one I learned in Russian

The poem “Winter Morning” by Alexander Pushkin was written in one of the most fruitful creative periods; during his exile in Mikhailovskoye

The poem “Winter Morning”, contains several important themes. The main and most obvious is the theme of love. With each verse, one feels the poet’s tenderness addressed to his beloved, his respectful attitude towards her.

Another theme is reflections on the birth of a new day that erases all previous sorrows and makes the world more beautiful and fun.

And, finally, the general idea of the whole work is the unity of man and nature in the general philosophical sense.

“Winter morning” text translated into English is under the Video

Зимнее утро	Winter Morning

Мороз и солнце ; день чудесный! Ещё ты дремлешь, друг прелестный — Пора, красавица, проснись : Открой сомкнуты негой взоры Навстречу северной Авроры, Звездою севера явись!	Frost and sun, the day is wondrous! Still you slumber, lovely friend. ‘Tis time, O beauty, to awaken; Open your eyes from blissful sleep, Your gaze to meet the northern aurora. Ah, you arise like the North Star!

Вечор, ты помнишь, вьюга злилась, На мутном небе мгла носилась; Луна, как бледное пятно, Сквозь тучи мрачные ж`ёлтела, И ты печальная сидела — А нынче… погляди в окно:	Last night, remember, the storm scolded, And darkness floated in the muddy sky, The moon was like a pale spot Through the dark clouds, gleaming yellow. There you sat in melancholy, But now … through the window, cast a look

Под голубыми небесами Великолепными коврами, Блестя на солнце, снег лежит; Прозрачный лес один чернеет, И ель сквозь иней зеленеет, И речка подо льдом блестит.	Beneath the bluish heavens Like a gorgeous carpet, In the sun, the snow is glittering; The forest is dusky and lonely, And the spruce gleams green through the frost. And under the ice, the river sparkles

Вся комната янтарным блеском Озарена. Весёлым треском Трещит затопленная печь. Приятно думать у лежанки. Но знаешь : не велеть ли в санки Кобылку бурую запречь?	The whole room shines with amber light … With a merry crackles, The woods bursts and pops in the stove. The sofa is so inviting, But perhaps, why shouldn’t we order A brown mare for our sleigh?

Скользя по утреннему снегу, Друг милый, предадимся бегу Нетерпеливого коня И навестим поля пустые, Леса, недавно столь густые, И берег, милый для меня.	Gliding over the morning snow, My friend, let’s surrender our trust To the running, impatient steed. We’ll visit the empty fields, The woods, that used to be so thick, And the shore, so dear to me,

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