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The great Russian author, Boris Pasternak composed this lovely poem titled ‘In Holy Week’ ('На Страстной', 1946), taken from the final chapter of Doctor Zhivago, ‘Poems of Yuri Zhivago’.
lyrics
Борис Пастернак
На Страстной
Boris Pasternak
In Holy Week
English Translation:
The night’s darkness is still everywhere.
And still so early in the world,
Innumerable stars appear
And each so bright in the night sky
That if the earth could count them,
It would sleep through Pascha,
Lulled by chanted psalm and chanted prayer.
Still darkness, darkness everywhere.
The world has only just begun
The village road lies in eternity,
From crossing to corner,
And there is still a thousand years
Until dawn and warmth of sun.
The earth is still naked,
And at night there is nothing to clothe her
Where she can gently rock the bells,
And echo the choir freely.
And from Holy Thursday
Until Holy Saturday
Water burrows the shores.
And creates waterfalls.
The forest is naked and uncovered,
Enduring Christ’s passion,
There stands a congregation
Of silent pines at prayer.
In the village, in a small space,
As if in a gathering,
The trees look from their nakedness.
Into the church lattice.
There looks are full of terror.
Their fear is indescribable.
The gardens march out from their fences,
All of nature trembles:
They bury God.
And they see light at the Holy gates,
Low candles that illuminate
Black robes and tear-streamed cheeks,
The crowd that now emerging, elevates
Christ’s cross and death shroud,
And birches at the outer gates
Make way for them and bow.
The procession makes the rounds
Of the old church bounds
And brings back from the pavement
A babble of spring sounds,
Smoked air tasting of the sacrament
And smelling of the ground.
And March throws snow
To the crowd of individuals on the parapet,
As if a man came out,
And brought out, and opened the ark,
And gave everything he had away.
And singing lasts until the dawn,
When, having wept to their hearts’ content,
Gospel and psalm, all passion spent,
More quietly retreat
Along the lamplit street.
But at midnight, fur and flesh will hold their breath
Having heard Springs message
That wind and weather change direction,
And death may then be put to death
By the power of Resurrection.
Russian:
"На страстной"
Борис Пастернак
Еще кругом ночная мгла.
Еще так рано в мире,
Что звездам в небе нет числа,
И каждая, как день, светла,
И если бы земля могла,
Она бы Пасху проспала
Под чтение Псалтыри.
Еще кругом ночная мгла.
Такая рань на свете,
Что площадь вечностью легла
От перекрестка до угла,
И до рассвета и тепла
Еще тысячелетье.
Еще земля голым-гола,
И ей ночами не в чем
Раскачивать колокола
И вторить с воли певчим.
И со Страстного четверга
Вплоть до Страстной субботы
Вода буравит берега
И вьет водовороты.
И лес раздет и непокрыт,
И на Страстях Христовых,
Как строй молящихся, стоит
Толпой стволов сосновых.
А в городе, на небольшом
Пространстве, как на сходке,
Деревья смотрят нагишом
В церковные решетки.
И взгляд их ужасом объят.
Понятна их тревога.
Сады выходят из оград,
Колеблется земли уклад:
Они хоронят Бога.
И видят свет у царских врат,
И черный плат, и свечек ряд,
Заплаканные лица —
И вдруг навстречу крестный ход
Выходит с плащаницей,
И две березы у ворот
Должны посторониться.
И шествие обходит двор
По краю тротуара,
И вносит с улицы в притвор
Весну, весенний разговор
И воздух с привкусом просфор
И вешнего угара.
И март разбрасывает снег
На паперти толпе калек,
Как будто вышел человек,
И вынес, и открыл ковчег,
И все до нитки роздал.
И пенье длится до зари,
И, нарыдавшись вдосталь,
Доходят тише изнутри
На пустыри под фонари
Псалтырь или Апостол.
Но в полночь смолкнут тварь и плоть,
Заслышав слух весенний,
Что только-только распогодь,
Смерть можно будет побороть
Усильем Воскресенья.
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