Elena And León
(Fragment)
4th century, beginning, Rome.
Warriors seized power in the great empire
and the world, already lying in the
twilight,
it was ready to go into the dark and die.
Not Flora, not Mercury, not Venus,
It is not Mars, it is not an Olympic
leader.
We go into battle with Christ, with the
faith of Christ,
and people are scared to death!
The town was broken by the decree of
Maximiano.
The decree was ruthless and cruel
henceforth he would forbid Christians
to believe that the Jewish vagabond is God.
The time has come for repression and
persecution.
It's time for torture and crazy death
people got on their knees
betraying Christ in exchange for the lives
of the children.
The children of Christ were forced
offering the sacrifices of the Roman
altars,
otherwise they were waiting
fragments of flesh on the fangs of beasts.
Liturgical vessels are sent to melt
in buckles and clasps for soldiers
and the relics that are an exceptional
miracle
they lay like remains of dogs.
Ruins of basilicas.
Flying ashes from burned books
gave birth to a silent cry of helplessness
in the people,
it turned into a loud scream.
Not everyone during a period of terrible
violence is left
without murmurs, without fear and without
words
having abandoned the spirit, they ascended
to heaven,
leaving the meat to look at the world from
the crosses!
Translation by: Marlene Pasini
Returning To
God
"Lord, I cry out to you, listen
remember the voice of my prayer ”.
Psalm 140
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
to me with a star of truth in the
constellation of lies.
Explain to me, how the earthly torment will
end?
A series of boring days that drains to
death?
Or is it that no one will ever know?
Guide me, guide me, guide me, guide me
to a world where the rains do not cry of
sadness,
a world of smiles, funny and happy songs,
to a world where eternal happiness and
tenderness are in the chest,
where my little world is interesting for
everyone.
Protect me, protect me, protect me, protect
me
of the vices that I will find along the
way.
I am earthly and subject to material
influence
Stay with me, help me walk the path
Help me not to shake my foundation!
Confirm me, confirm me, confirm me, confirm
me
that I will still see you ahead.
All hope is in you, comfort is your word.
Take me out of earthly doubts,
and I will believe in happiness again, as
in my youth.
The Sweet
Martyr
A fragment from the poem
Rumors are flies and the tattles are
gadflies
Feeling the high blood and stinging
aggressively,
Driving the sting into flesh and the souls
Of the sovereigns and royal successors
shamelessly.
The virulent piercers in Russian Empire
Fell to the lady from Alemannia,
That one inspiring love and admiration
Of high-minded Romanov, son of Emperor.
Anna, excuse me, I state things straightforwardly,
Wounding your feelings by tactless
pronouncements,
Cannot be secretive, cannot gloss over,
Thoughts seething madly in brain like
denouncements.
In former times, you remember, the common
herd
Twisted the face with dislike for the
empress,
As if for dinner not vodka, but cider
Is served with steak that is coarse and
tasteless.
Members of gentry glanced at her askance,
Merchants did not start to dance with
excitement.
Gingerbread cookies baked in the Russian
lands
Didn't accept Alemannic sweet items.
Old and young, in a jacket and fashions,
Did not compassion the peregrine queen.
The ancestor worship is dear to Russians,
The image of Mother is in the genes!
Father the Tsar, and the queen should be
Mother!
But she was born by the Britons and
Germans.
To understand Russian world like the others
For stranger's heart is extremely uncommon!
You may the name Alexandra receive,
You may feel alone so much less,
But cannot wear your heart on your sleeve,
Because you are proud Alice of Hesse.
Big Russian soul cannot be bought!
You are a Russian since you were born –
With Pushkin, Yesenin, the noise of
birches,
With tear of the Virgin inside your core!
Translation: Marlene Pasini
ALEXEY E. KALAKUTIN
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