(Image: http://good-wallpapers.com/) By way of celebrating the International Women’s Day, here are recordings I made in English of Alexander Pushkin’s poem, Confession, and of Wystan Hugh ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred the night. On and on our coach advances, Little bell goes din-din-din...
Through the murk the moon is veering, Ghost-accompanist of night, On the melancholy clearings Pouring melancholy light. Runs the troika with its dreary Toneless jangling sleigh-bell on Over dismal sno...
Storm has set the heavens scowling, Whirling gusty blizzards wild, Now they are like beasts a-growling, Now a-wailing like a child; Now along the brittle thatches They will scud with rustling sound, N...
Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder! But you, my friend, are still in slumber – Wake up, my beauty, time belies: You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden Toward the northerly Aurora, As though a ...
In continuation with various translations of Russian poetry, here is an amazing example of work by Innokenty Smoktunovsky. In 1982 he recorded a TV programme dedicated to Alexander Pushkin, and this p...
A brief story of my discovering Alexander Pushkin and his work, as well as critical notes on the then and now reading habits and the state of language...
A short note about Alexander Pushkin as a favourite artist. 2009 is the 210-th anniversary of Alexander Pushkin‘s birthday. Ten years ago, therefore, Russia and the Russian-speaking world celebr...