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than
really serious and in the twentieth century,
aggravated to the point of impossible because we
know the history of the Russian intelligentsia
artificially split and split into
different camps
for different positions.
This history is generally also a topic for a
separate probably study of
some kind of cultural studies and in
this history there is very big names
among them the name of Igor Severyanin
is not the most recent. For the
most part, we are those who
heard such was such Igor Severyanin, many do
not know
in Soviet times, by the way, for reading
his books they could stroke the wrong way;
he is buried in Tallinn
in the very cemetery where If you go
further along this Alley
and to the left the grave is on Kryzhanovskaya
but on the Big Stone which is right on the
grave of the Northerner there are
lines from his famous poem
How good how fresh the roses will be my
country threw me into the coffin
and those who believe that the Northerner was
against everything Soviet
and Russian and Russian-Soviet, they all
still remember these lines,
these friends, sometimes it’s
useful to turn to the original source
and listen to what Igor Severyanin
wrote in 23 of the last century
for the fact that
now you will hear it from
all the friends of our channels I ask you
to thank the wonderful person
Elena who does not live in Russia but
has done an enormous amount for Russia, so she
sent me a link to the poem
and I read a lot of Severyanin and in the spirit
in which I will now read
the poem But this was an
important discovery for me, I am sharing this discovery with
you today Igor Northerner,
anti-Soviet,
he is sometimes called an
anti-Soviet-Russian poet,
1923,
the poem is called the
cradle of a new culture,
wait,
Russia will rise again, will rise again, and
will stand on its feet from now on, the West will no longer
deceive its civilization,
Russia will become its inflated one, Let Russia rise, it will
open its blue speeches, it will begin to
speak fire, the world will bow down then
Russia will stand before her All disputes will be judged by
Russia, the
nationality will be gathered together And Rostock
will no longer take from the West from the worthless culture,
but with inspiration and religious
fervor in action and thinking seriously In
its depths,
Grozny will become immutable as an immutability,
the time will come
Russia will
rise up in truth, rise up in untruth
the world will leave her in raptures; the glory
will rise up in the Motherland, the sun, the
East
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