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By Светлана Губарева

Dedicated to Svetlana Rozgon Print E-mail
Written by стихов - В. Якубенко   
Воскресенье, 06 Мая 2007

Get rid of the person who ignores

The blood-curdling scream “Hey anybody!!!”

You entered into that frightening fame,

The unforeseeable sacrificial path.

Not on stage, though in a theater

A hidden world suffocated you.

Such a subject would even

Have driven Shakespeare to madness.

 

That which you adored, the stage -

Was suddenly covered by a poisonous wind.

Carried by fools

Who befouled that sunny cathedral.

 

Its cleansing was difficult -

Through death, through horror and pain…

With a quiet word and proud resignation

You accepted your last role.

 

The text of the script was bitter and hard.

The text of the script was bright and simple,

To chop with a sword those who were without blades,

And with a tear of glass: ‘Nord-Ost’…

 

 

Written by V. Yakubenko, October 26th, 2002.
 
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