Archive for May, 2009

Niah

Posted in Uncategorized on May 20, 2009 by mikhailych

NIAH_LOGO_COMPRESSED
While I like to keep this blog a Russian culture blog, I would like to take a moment to turn everyone’s attention towards a new blog I have set up for a non-profit I am involved in, Niah:

niahglobal.wordpress.com

Advertisements

Photography

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on May 10, 2009 by mikhailych

Yesterday I was up at Vassar for a Russian Department Event and met a professor of photography, Dmitri Kasterine, who does really amazing work. Check it out at:
http://kasterine.blogspot.com/

In commemoration of the 64th anniversary of the end of WWII…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 7, 2009 by mikhailych

Gudzenko_Semen
The First Death

You know,
        There is in our soldierly fate,
That first death, Of a classmate, or a friend…
We waited for the patrol to return, in the muggy hut, 
 We were silent,
       Passing around a lone cigarette butt.
Potatoes roasted in a cast iron pot.
I rolled a cigarette,
       And handed it to my neighbor.
You know,
       We have a rule in the war:
To wait for the patrol’s return,
       And eat dinner together.
“Well, how are the guys doing out there?… 
      “Will they make it back?…”
Each one of us repeated the phrase.
He entered.
        Handed a machine gun off to the sergeant.
                 “Serezha is dead…
                              In the head…
                                         Instantly…”
And if you ever, 
        Had friends at the front,
You will understand this truth:
                            I expected him to return,
The way, 
        He did in the forests outside Moscow,
Wrapped in machine gun rounds. 
        
I waited for him in the morning.
       A snowstorm noisily raged.
                  He has to come.
                                I made breakfast.

But somewhere,
        In the deep,
                   Smolensk snowdrifts,
Lies the frozen body,
        Of my brother-in-arms.
You know,
        There is in our soldierly fate, 
That first death…
        We went around in a circle,
Talking about only one thing,
        Not a word about ourselves,
                 Only about avenging,
                               About avenging, Our friend.

1942 -Semen Gudzenko (Translated by me)