Site Progress Week of August 23, 2023

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Dear readers and subscribers, this week I continued adding poems to our French, Americain and Russia poets. All of our poems as well as translated poems are available for everyone to read without any paying subscription.

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First I added poems to Anna Akhmatova (Анна Ахматова) and finished the poems by Konstantin Simonov (Константин Симонов) in our Russian section. All of the poems are in Russian.

For our American Poetry page, I added more poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfello (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло).

On our French Poetry page contrary to the Americain and Russian poems, I added poems in the 3 languages (French, English and Russian) to the pages of Paul Verlaine (Поль Верлен), and in French and English to the page of Victor Hugo (Виктор Гюго).

I also added 3 poems d’Alexander Pushkin in French: L’antchar , L’or Et Le Fer, La Petite Fleur

Here are a few randomly selected poems by Victor Hugo (Виктор Гюго)

And a few randomly selected poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfello (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Then a few randomly selected poems by Anna Akhmatova (Анна Ахматова)

I also added poems to our second french poet: Paul Verlaine (Поль Верлен)

And a few poems from our last poet Konstantin Simonov (Константин Симонов)

This week our article was a translation put side by side of the poem “I have learned to live simply, wisely” by Anna Akhmatova  with the painting  “Pond in Vela” by Vasily Dmitrievich Polenov

Pond in Vela by Vasily Polenov
Pond in Vela” by Vasily Dmitrievich Polenov

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Progrès du Site semaine du 16 aout, 2023

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Chers lecteurs et abonnés, cette semaine j’ai ajouté des nouveaux poètes français, américains et russes. Le premier poète est Paul Verlaine (Поль Верлен), suivi de Victor Hugo (Виктор Гюго) dans notre section poésie française. Ensuite, nous avons Henry Wadsworth Longfello (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло) dans notre section Poésie américaine et enfin nous avons Anna Akhmatova (Анна Ахматова) et Konstantin Simonov (Константин Симонов) dans notre section russe. En même temps j’ai fini d’ajouter toutes les nouvelles que j’avais sur la page Антон Чехов – Рассказы, юморески.  Certains de nos nouveaux poètes ont des poèmes dans nos 3 langues différentes. J’ai ajouté quelques liens vers des poèmes et des nouvelles sélectionnés au hasard. Vous êtes toujours les bienvenus pour visiter leur page de poésie pour trouver plus de poèmes. Appréciez

Voici quelques poèmes choisis au hasard de Victor Hugo (Виктор Гюго)

Et quelques poèmes choisis au hasard d’ Henry Wadsworth Longfello (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Puis quelques poèmes choisis au hasard d’Anna Akhmatova (Анна Ахматова)

J’ai aussi ajouté des poèmes à notre deuxième poète français :: Paul Verlaine (Поль Верлен)

Et quelques poèmes de notre dernier poète Konstantin Simonov (Константин Симонов)

Et voici quelques nouvelles choisies au hasard ajoutées à Anton Tchekhov, le reste est ici: Антон Чехов – Рассказы, юморески

Anton Chekhov

Cette semaine, notre article était une traduction mise côte à côte du poème “J’ai dû être le plus têtu de tous” de Konstantin Simonov   avec le tableau ” Une promenade dans la forêt ” de II Shishkin

"A Walk in the Forest" by I. I. Shishkin
” “A Walk in the Forest” by I. I. Shishkin

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Site Progress Week of August 16, 2023

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Dear readers and subscribers, this week I added news french, Americain, and Russian poets. The first poet is Paul Verlaine (Поль Верлен), followed by Victor Hugo (Виктор Гюго) in our french poetry section. Then we have Henry Wadsworth Longfello (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло) in our American Poetry section and finally we have Anna Akhmatova (Анна Ахматова) and Konstantin Simonov (Константин Симонов) in our Russian section. At the same time I finished adding all short stories I had on the Антон Чехов – Рассказы, юморески page. Some of our new poets have poems in our 3 different languages. I added a few links to random selected poems and short stories. You are always welcome to visit their poetry page to find more poems. Enjoy

Here are a few randomly selected poems by Victor Hugo (Виктор Гюго)

And a few randomly selected poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfello (Генри Уодсворт Лонгфелло)

Then a few randomly selected poems by Anna Akhmatova (Анна Ахматова)

I also added poems to our second french poet: Paul Verlaine (Поль Верлен)

And a few poems from our last poet Konstantin Simonov (Константин Симонов)

And here a few randomly selected short stories added to Anton Chekhov, the rest are here: Антон Чехов – Рассказы, юморески

Anton Chekhov

This week our article was a translation put side by side of the poem “I must have been the most stubborn of all” by Konstantin Simonov  with the painting  “A Walk in the Forest” by I. I. Shishkin

"A Walk in the Forest" by I. I. Shishkin
” “A Walk in the Forest” by I. I. Shishkin

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Site Progress Week of August 9, 2023

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Dear readers and subscribers, during my vacations I finished the poems by Mikhail Lermontov in Russian. I also created the page Антон Чехов – Рассказы, юморески and began adding the short stories also in Russian. Next week, I’ll begin new poets and poems in our three languages.

I want to bring to your attention that I put only a small part of the poems on the posts but they can be accessed on the site without any subscription (Русская поэзия – Russian Poetry – Poésie Russe) as can the details of the paintings (Russian Arts).

Here are a few randomly selected poems by Mikhail Lermontov

And here a few randomly selected short stories added to Anton Chekhov

Anton Chekhov

This week our article was a translation put side by side of the poem “Prayer ” by Mikhail Lermontov  with the painting “Christ and the Mother of God at the sea of ​​life. ” by Vasily Perov

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Site Progress Week of July 19, 2023

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This week I decided to change a bit and instead of finishing Mikhail Lermontov and beginning new French and Americans poets I added many books and short stories to Nicholai Gogol and Anton Chekhov.

Next week and possibly the one after there should be no post as I decided to take some well deserved vacation.

As usual I added books and stories in the 3 different languages, here are a few that are in our 3 langages:

except for Nevsky prospekt in English. I am quite sure that there are more on the page of Nikolai Gogol

I also added to Nikolai Gogol, (the list is in English, Russian, and French)

Nikolai Gogol

And here a list of books added to Anton Chekhov

Anton Chekhov

This week our article was a translation and English and Russian side by side of the Poem “Wish for fame” by Alexander Pushkin with the painting “Girl in the Sunlight” by Valentin Serov

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Joyeux Thanksgiving avec un poème d’Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Joyeux Thanksgiving à vous tous – puissiez-vous passer une excellente journée entouré de ceux que vous aimez le plus. En cette occasion spéciale, j’ai décidé de publier un petit poème d’action de grâce d’Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Thanksgiving

(Action de grâces)

par

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

We walk on starry fields of white


   And do not see the daisies;

For blessings common in our sight


   We rarely offer praises.

We sigh for some supreme delight


   To crown our lives with splendor,

And quite ignore our daily store


   Of pleasures sweet and tender.
Nous marchons sur des champs étoilés de blanc

   Et ne voyons pas les marguerites ;

Pour les bénédictions communes à nos yeux

   Nous offrons rarement des louanges.

Nous soupirons après quelque délice suprême

   Pour couronner nos vies de splendeur,

Et ignorons tout à fait notre réserve quotidienne

   De plaisirs doux et tendres.
Our cares are bold and push their way


   Upon our thought and feeling.

They hand about us all the day,


   Our time from pleasure stealing.

So unobtrusive many a joy

   We pass by and forget it,

But worry strives to own our lives,


   And conquers if we let it.
Nos soucis sont audacieux et poussent leur chemin

   Sur nos pensées et nos sentiments.

Ils passent autour de nous toute la journée,

   Notre temps de vol de plaisir.

Si discrètes bien des joies

   Nous passons à côté et l’oublions,

Mais l’inquiétude s’efforce de posséder nos vies,

   Et conquiert si nous la laissons faire.
There’s not a day in all the year

   But holds some hidden pleasure,

And looking back, joys oft appear


   To brim the past’s wide measure.


But blessings are like friends, I hold,


   Who love and labor near us.

We ought to raise our notes of praise


   While living hearts can hear us.
Il n’y a pas un jour dans toute l’année

   Qui recèle un plaisir caché,

Et en regardant en arrière, les joies apparaissent souvent

   Pour déborder la large mesure du passé.

Mais les bénédictions sont comme des amis, je tiens,

   Qui aiment et travaillent près de nous.

Nous devons élever nos notes de louange

   Tandis que les cœurs vivants peuvent nous entendre.
Full many a blessing wears the guise


   Of worry or of trouble;

Far-seeing is the soul, and wise,

   Who knows the mask is double.

But he who has the faith and strength

   To thank his God for sorrow

Has found a joy without alloy

   To gladden every morrow.
Beaucoup de bénédictions portent l’apparence

   d’inquiétude ou de trouble ;

L’âme est clairvoyante, et sage,

   Qui sait que le masque est double.

Mais celui qui a la foi et la force

   Pour remercier son Dieu de la douleur

A trouvé une joie sans alliage

   Pour réjouir chaque lendemain.
We ought to make the moments notes


   Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;

The hours and days a silent phrase


   Of music we are living.

And so the theme should swell and grow


   As weeks and months pass o’er us,


And rise sublime at this good time,

   A grand Thanksgiving chorus.
Nous devons faire des notes de moments

   De Thanksgiving heureux et joyeux;

Les heures et les jours une phrase silencieuse

   De la musique que nous vivons.

Et ainsi le thème devrait gonfler et grandir

   Au fur et à mesure que les semaines et les mois passent sur nous,

Et s’élever sublime à ce bon moment,

   Un grand chœur de Thanksgiving.

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Happy Thanksgiving with a poem from Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Happy Thanksgiving, to all of you —may you have a great day surrounded by those you love most. On this special occasion I decided to post a little thanksgiving poem from Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Thanksgiving

by

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

We walk on starry fields of white
   And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
   We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
   To crown our lives with splendor,
And quite ignore our daily store
   Of pleasures sweet and tender.

Our cares are bold and push their way
   Upon our thought and feeling.
They hand about us all the day,
   Our time from pleasure stealing.
So unobtrusive many a joy
   We pass by and forget it,
But worry strives to own our lives,
   And conquers if we let it.

There’s not a day in all the year
   But holds some hidden pleasure,
And looking back, joys oft appear
   To brim the past’s wide measure.
But blessings are like friends, I hold,
   Who love and labor near us.
We ought to raise our notes of praise
   While living hearts can hear us.

Full many a blessing wears the guise
   Of worry or of trouble;
Far-seeing is the soul, and wise,
   Who knows the mask is double.
But he who has the faith and strength
   To thank his God for sorrow
Has found a joy without alloy
   To gladden every morrow.

We ought to make the moments notes
   Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a silent phrase
   Of music we are living.
And so the theme should swell and grow
   As weeks and months pass o’er us,
And rise sublime at this good time,
   A grand Thanksgiving chorus.

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Discover the poem “Prophet” by Alexander Pushkin

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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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Découvrez le poème « Prophète » d’Alexandre Pouchkine

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« Le Prophète » (« Пророк ») a été écrit par Alexandre Pouchkine (Александр Пушкин) en 1826 et a immédiatement gagné une grande popularité. Ce poème est devenu central dans les réflexions philosophiques de Pouchkine, et une sorte de programme d’action, un guide dans la vie et l’œuvre pour de nombreux écrivains et disciples du grand poète. L’idée exprimée dans « Le Prophète » a donné un puissant élan à de nombreuses générations ultérieures de poètes. Continuer la lecture

“Cri du prophète Jérémie sur les ruines de Jérusalem” (sur un sujet biblique) d’Ilya Repin – 1870

«Пророк» Александра Пушкина« Prophète » par Alexandre Pouchkine
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Духовной жаждою томим,
В пустыне мрачной я влачился, —
И шестикрылый серафим
На перепутье мне явился.
La soif spirituelle me tourmentais,
Dans le désert sombre, j’ai erré,
Et un Séraphin à six ailes
À la croisée des chemins, m’est apparu.
Перстами легкими как сон
Моих зениц коснулся он.
Отверзлись вещие зеницы,
Как у испуганной орлицы.
De ses doigts légers comme un songe,
Il toucha mes prunelles.
Mes prunelles s’écarquillèrent voyantes;
Comme celles d’un aigle effarouché.
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