Robert Christmas quotes. Robert Rozhdestvensky

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Date of Birth:

20.06.1932

Date of death:

19.08.1994

Occupation:

Translator

Robert Ivanovich Rozhdestvensky is a famous Soviet poet, translator, laureate of the Lenin Komsomol Prize and the USSR State Prize.

We coincided with you
Matched
On a day that will be remembered forever.
How words match lips.
With a dry throat -
Water.

My paw, my paw,
My nose, my nose,
I'll learn to cry
Quiet and voiceless.
I'll learn to think
A lot and without hysterics,
I'll lock my pride in the holds
And I will learn to BELIEVE!

And yours
sun
enough
for ten Africas.
And yours
cold -
for a few
Antarctica...

I will drown in your eyes - Is it possible?
After all, drowning in your eyes is happiness!
I'll come up and say - Hello!
I love you very much - Is it difficult?
No, it’s not difficult, but it’s difficult.
It is very difficult to love - Do you believe it?
I'll come to a steep cliff
I'll fall - will you have time to catch it?
Well, if I leave, will you write?
It’s just hard for me without you!
I want to be with you - Do you hear?
Not a minute, not a month, but for a long time
For a very long time, all my life - Do you understand?
So we're always together - Do you want it?
I'm afraid of the answer - You know?
Answer me, but only with your eyes.
Answer me with your eyes - Do you love me?
If yes, then I promise you,
That you will be the happiest...
I will love you - Is it possible?
Even if you can’t... I will!
And I will always come to the rescue,
If it gets difficult for you!

It’s so quiet that you have to remember the music, like someone’s face.
So quiet that even the quietest thoughts can be heard far away.
It’s so quiet that you want to start your life again.
So quiet...

Deaf people need light to speak.

Maybe I forgot my pride, how I want to hear your voice, your long-awaited voice.

You yourself
ready to save others
from grave despondency,
you yourself are not afraid
not a whistling snowstorm,
no crispy fire.
Don't get lost
you won't drown
evil
you can't save up
You won't cry
and you won’t moan,
if you want.
You will become smooth
and you will become windy,
if you want...
I'm with you -
so confident -
difficult
Very.
Even on purpose,
at least for a moment -
I ask,
timid, -
help me
believe in yourself
become
weaker.

Physics and Technology does not understand philologists, -
Silent in the dark.
These
don't understand those.
And these -
those.

Mother,
is it true that it will happen
war,
and I won't make it in time
grow up?..

Please be
weaker.
Be,
Please.
And then I will give you
miracle
easily.
And then I'll swing out -
I'll grow up
I'll become special.
I'll take you out of a burning house
you,
sleepy.
I will dare to do everything unknown,
for everything reckless -
I'll throw myself into the sea,
thick,
sinister,
and I will save you!..
This will be my heart's desire,
with my heart
ordered...
But you are
stronger than me
stronger
and more confident!

You know,
I want every word
this morning poem
suddenly reached out to your hands,
as if
a missing lilac branch.
You know,
I want every line
suddenly bursting out of size
and the whole stanza
tearing to shreds
managed to resonate in your heart.
You know,
I want every letter
I would look at you lovingly.
And would be filled with sunshine
as if
a drop of dew on the palm of a maple tree.

"We are Russians. What a delight!" Commander Alexander Suvorov

Russian! Don't let yourself be destroyed! Do not drink. Do not smoke. Don't do drugs.

"...And the shocked enemies shouted:
"Maybe the Russians are bewitched?
You pierce them with an arrow, but they live,
You burn them with fire, but they live,
And they live and fight!..."

"...And whoever was weak immediately became strong,

And whoever was strong became a hundred times stronger!

And the shocked enemies shouted:

"Maybe the Russians are bewitched?!

You pierce them with a sword - and they live!

You burn them with fire - but they live!

You hit them with an arrow - but they live!

YOU KILL THEM A HUNDRED TIMES - AND THEY LIVE!

AND THEY LIVE - AND FIGHT!..”

Robert Rozhdestvensky

Chronicle

Rows are slow
threads
Strictly.
It's like on granite...
Dry.
Short.
Cruel.
Data.

Searching for the source.
Hidden behind the distance
case,
become
act.
Protocol.
Pristine...

unexpectedly-unexpectedly
after turning to God -
sigh
for a whole
era!
And behind this sigh -
turn,
glance,
laughter!

Meadow
with cut grass.
Cloud overhead...

As if
from another century
reaching branch.

Oh, trouble has come

I'm dying into the ground!
boasting,
Enemies were coming to Rus'.
And so big

there was their number,
what's his bye
didn't come up with it.
Were
rivers of blood
red-red,
was
the sky is full of smoke
black-black,
louder
there was thunder
the snoring of other people's horses,
shine
other people's swords -
brighter than lightning.

From such trouble

the walls were cracking.
From such trouble
bent
belfries.
And the bells fell to the ground,
like heads
With
heroic shoulders.
It rained that year

from red-hot arrows.
From burning tears
All
streams flowed.
Were not born that year
songbirds,
and were born

only crows...

The Earth has risen

against adversity,
against the destroying enemy.
Against the enemy

the people rose up
A mortal battle broke out

endless!
Even the dead
came to life again
they came out

from damp graves,
to help the living

in a fierce battle,
to accept again
death for the Motherland!

Who
was weak -
became strong then.
And who was strong -
became even more
stronger.
And the shocked enemies shouted:
"Maybe the Russians

bewitched?!

You will burn them with fire,
and they live!
You'll pierce them
arrow,
and they live!
You'll kill them a hundred times
and they live!
And they
live
and fight!..”

There were rivers of blood

red-red
the sky was full of smoke

black-black...
And there was Earth
uncontrollable
no way
to the enemy
for centuries and centuries!