My Virtual Reading Room

(today is his memorial day, Lev Shlosberg reminds us)

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https://youtu.be/bupKLAFfAOA

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(this one is with propaganda posters, priceless)

One more version, the pictures in it mostly match the lyrics:



(also, I love the knowledge of geography the speaker displays :P)
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(duathir--here you are)

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(Here you are, elenbarathi, duathir and thnidu)

Здесь полный вариант песни.. и даже больше, чем полный!
Январь, 1979. У Туманова.
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ЛЕКЦИЯ О МЕЖДУНАРОДНОМ ПОЛОЖЕНИИ ПРОЧИТАННАЯ ЧЕЛОВЕКОМ, ПОСАЖЕННЫМ НА 15 СУТОК ЗА МЕЛКОЕ ХУЛИГАНСТВО, СВОИМ СОКАМЕРНИКАМ.

Я вам, ребяты, на мозги не капаю,
Но вот он - перегиб и парадокс:
Ковой-то выбирают римским папою -
Ковой-то запирают в тесный бокс.

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A lecture about international relations, given by a man arrested for a 15-day term for petty vandalism, to his cell-mates

'M not tryin' to befuddle you, guys,
But here's overdoin' it, a real paradox, this:
One person is elected to be the Roman Pope,
And another is locked up in a crowded prison cell.

All the best places have been snatched up by those with connections
And they're now keepin' low, hoping things will turn in their favor--
Meanwhile, in the entire good country of Italy
There was no suitable candidate for a Pope!

Eh, it's  a pity I got lassoed at the wrong time--
I'd guzzle down a glass [of liquor] and head straight to Vatican!

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(duathir and thnidu--another one for you; one of his best, IMHO)

Я не люблю фатального исхода,
От жизни никогда не устаю.
Я не люблю любое время года,
В которое я песен не пою.
Я не люблю холодного цинизма,
В восторженность не верю, и еще -
Когда чужой мои читает письма,
Заглядывая мне через плечо.

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Translation of lyrics:

I do not like lethal outcomes,
I never tire of life,
I do not like any time of year
During which I don't sing cheerful songs.
I don't like cold cynicism,
I don't believe puppy-eyed delight, either, and also--
I don't like when a stranger reads my letters,
Looking over my shoulder.

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...it's been in the news lately, with the discovery of "air bombs", which probably explains all the mysterious disappearances...

Here's an interesting article on the topic:

And here's a song from the late 1970s (here, duathir, another one for you ;))
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( thnidu --I took your concrit into account and found a song with corresponding images ;)) --I hope you like it)
(duathir--here you are)

If anyone doesn't know the references and would like to, I'd be happy to annotate the lyrics, let me know.

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duathir--here you go:

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Сколько слухов наши уши поражает!
Сколько сплетен разъедает, словно моль!
Ходят слухи, будто все подорожает, абсолютно,
А особенно - поваренная соль.

How many rumors assault our ears!
How many bits of gossip eat at our ears like moths!
There are rumors that the prices for everything, absolutely everything,
Will increase, and especially for table salt.

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Note: the song itself is only about 2-3 minutes...the rest is an interview ;) Translation of lyrics below the video.
Enjoy!
Cat
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Vladimir Vysotsky( Lyrics here: )

Hi all,

This is the recording of the song I posted a few weeks back...:)

Enjoy,
Cat