{"id":1426,"date":"2010-06-01T18:04:00","date_gmt":"2010-06-01T18:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/?p=1426"},"modified":"2010-06-01T18:04:00","modified_gmt":"2010-06-01T18:04:00","slug":"%d1%87%d0%b8%d1%82%d0%b0%d1%8e%d1%89%d0%b8%d0%bc-%d0%bf%d0%be-%d0%b0%d0%bd%d0%b3%d0%bb%d0%b8%d0%b9%d1%81%d0%ba%d0%b8-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/?p=1426","title":{"rendered":"\u0427\u0438\u0442\u0430\u044e\u0449\u0438\u043c \u043f\u043e-\u0430\u043d\u0433\u043b\u0438\u0439\u0441\u043a\u0438"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u0412 \u0438\u044e\u043d\u044c\u0441\u043a\u043e\u043c \u0432\u044b\u043f\u0443\u0441\u043a\u0435 \u0430\u043c\u0435\u0440\u0438\u043a\u0430\u043d\u0441\u043a\u043e\u0433\u043e \u0436\u0443\u0440\u043d\u0430\u043b\u0430 Fogged Clarity<\/i><\/a> \u0434\u0432\u0430 \u0441\u0442\u0438\u0445\u043e\u0442\u0432\u043e\u0440\u0435\u043d\u0438\u044f \u0432\u0430\u0448\u0435\u0433\u043e \u043a\u043e\u0440\u0440\u0435\u0441\u043f\u043e\u043d\u0434\u0435\u043d\u0442\u0430 \u0432 \u043f\u0435\u0440\u0435\u0432\u043e\u0434\u0435 \u043d\u0430 \u0430\u043d\u0433\u043b\u0438\u0439\u0441\u043a\u0438\u0439 \u044f\u0437\u044b\u043a. \u041e\u0434\u043d\u043e:<\/p>\n

Round triangles are flying in the bluest of the skies.
\nThe un-native speech ist speaking through the glitter of the Fall.
\nThe unworldly peace and quiet are your villains in disguise;
\nBaby doves and rookie sparrows are their deputy patrol.<\/p>\n

Will it never cease to linger \u2013 this unending eve-of-war,
\nWon\u2019t it ever stop to pour \u2013 all the chirping and the flicks,
\nCould there be a little fewer of the cherubs of the Dark,
\nOf the heads without the arrows and the airborne whirligigs?<\/p>\n

I\u2019m the stiff inside your closet, I\u2019m the noose up in your room,
\nI\u2019m the fur coat in your wardrobe that is hanging never worn,
\nThe unworldly peace and quiet won\u2019t be taken for a ride,
\nThe unworldly peace and quiet is a fizzing dynamite.<\/p>\n

(Translation by Anton Tenser and Sasha Spektor<\/i>)<\/a> <\/p>\n

\u0418 \u0434\u0440\u0443\u0433\u043e\u0435:<\/p>\n

The night is swarming with the decaying Gypsies
\nThe stench of rotten hides infects the road.
\nWith ragged hooves like irons, the wasted horses
\nDrag up the hill their pestilential load.
\nThe torches crackle as they light the wagons,
\nThe squealing rooster wakes the dale below.<\/p>\n

This road is wrong, and wrong again this rose
\n-It\u2019s not from me. Not I. And not to me —<\/p>\n

Past the narrow folds of twisted darkness,
\nPast the charcoaled backbones of the gates
\nThe Gypsy and the dog propel the horses \u2013
\nThey go around, and up, and never straight.<\/p>\n

Tobacco will not last me past the summer.
\nI do not wish to drink their sweetened wine.<\/p>\n

Alphonse prostrates himself beneath the gallows\u2014
\nThis road is wrong \u2013 and wrong again this moon.<\/p>\n

(Translated by Anton Tenser, Sasha Spektor and Danya Cherkasky<\/i>)<\/a> <\/p>\n

\u041e\u0440\u0438\u0433\u0438\u043d\u0430\u043b\u044b, \u043a\u043e\u043c\u0443 \u0438\u043d\u0442\u0435\u0440\u0435\u0441\u043d\u043e, \u0435\u0441\u0442\u044c \u043f\u043e \u0441\u0441\u044b\u043b\u043a\u0430\u043c.<\/p>\n

\u0425\u043e\u0447\u0443 \u043f\u043e\u0431\u043b\u0430\u0433\u043e\u0434\u0430\u0440\u0438\u0442\u044c \u043f\u0435\u0440\u0435\u0432\u043e\u0434\u0447\u0438\u043a\u043e\u0432 \u0437\u0430 \u043f\u0435\u0440\u0435\u0432\u043e\u0434\u044b, \u0430 \u043f\u043e\u044d\u0442\u0430 \u0410\u043b\u0435\u043a\u0441\u0435\u044f \u041f\u043e\u0440\u0432\u0438\u043d\u0430<\/a> \u043e\u043d \u0437\u043d\u0430\u0435\u0442 \u0437\u0430 \u0447\u0442\u043e.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u0412 \u0438\u044e\u043d\u044c\u0441\u043a\u043e\u043c \u0432\u044b\u043f\u0443\u0441\u043a\u0435 \u0430\u043c\u0435\u0440\u0438\u043a\u0430\u043d\u0441\u043a\u043e\u0433\u043e \u0436\u0443\u0440\u043d\u0430\u043b\u0430 Fogged Clarity \u0434\u0432\u0430 \u0441\u0442\u0438\u0445\u043e\u0442\u0432\u043e\u0440\u0435\u043d\u0438\u044f \u0432\u0430\u0448\u0435\u0433\u043e \u043a\u043e\u0440\u0440\u0435\u0441\u043f\u043e\u043d\u0434\u0435\u043d\u0442\u0430 \u0432 \u043f\u0435\u0440\u0435\u0432\u043e\u0434\u0435 \u043d\u0430 \u0430\u043d\u0433\u043b\u0438\u0439\u0441\u043a\u0438\u0439 \u044f\u0437\u044b\u043a. \u041e\u0434\u043d\u043e: Round triangles are flying in the bluest of the skies. The un-native speech ist speaking through the glitter of the Fall. The unworldly … \u0427\u0438\u0442\u0430\u0442\u044c \u0434\u0430\u043b\u0435\u0435 →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[78,5,79,6],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1426"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1426"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1426\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1426"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1426"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.newkamera.de\/blogs\/oleg_jurjew\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1426"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}