Valery Sosnovsky. Translated by Dmitri Manin

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Basement of the Ipatiev House where Nicholas II (1868–1918, reigned 1894–1917), his family, and members of his household were executed in July 1918 following the Bolshevik Revolution.
Valery Sosnovsky. Translated by Dmitri Manin

Ночной парад.

А.Н. Авдонину

В июльскую полночь из черных болот
Навстречу звезде император встает,
Встает император навстречу звезде,
Течет кислота по седой бороде,
Обуглена кожа, разрублена грудь,
Вот он собирается в тягостный путь
И перекрестившись, шагает на юг,
Где блещет огнями Екатеринбург,
Где залил кварталы неоновый свет,
Идет, оставляя светящийся след
По улицам, паркам, пустым площадям,
Идет по мостам и трамвайным путям,
Невидим для всех, сапогами стучит,
Гламурная барышня в баре кричит,
Вибрируют гулко авто и дома,
Их сигнализации сходят с ума,
Выходит на площадь, где звонкий гранит,
Где мэрия шпиль устремила в зенит,
И молча встают у него за спиной
Четыре царевны и сын молодой;
Из шахт и оврагов, из ветхих могил
Встают, кто когда-то над ними ходил,
Встают рудознатцы, дворовая чернь,
Крестьяне, попы из глухих деревень,
Встают заводские и их детвора,
Уланы, урядники, офицера,
Казненными полнится город людьми:
Забитыми насмерть в подвалах плетьми,
Расстрелянными казаками, ЧК,
Ревкомом, карателями Колчака;
Выходят из тьмы на безмолвный парад,
Встают за спиной императора, взгляд
Неистовых глаз устремляя туда,
Где пятиконечная светит звезда,
Играют рубиновым блеском лучи,
Кричат на деревьях ночные грачи,
Алея, колышется небо слегка
Над шпилем плывут облака, облака,
И долго глядят, и сверкает звезда,
И время стоит, как в стакане вода,
А после уходят в июльскую тьму,
Торфяники чахнут в июльском дыму,
Дома заливает молочный рассвет,
Антенны по небу штампуют офсет,
И слышится первый трамвайный звонок,
И в воздухе тает терновый венок.

~ ~ ~

A Night March

for A.N. Avdonin

On a midsummer night, from the marsh, black as tar,
The emperor rises to talk to the star,
The emperor rises, the star has appeared,
Acid trickles down in the grey of his beard,
His chest is split open, his skin is all charred,
The journey before him is painful and hard,
He crosses himself and steps through the night
To the south, where Yekaterinburg shines with light,
Where neon is flooding the broad avenue,
His stride leaves a trail glowing purple and blue
In empty streets, alleyways, boulevards and squares,
On streetcar tracks, bridges, along thoroughfares,
His boots, seen by nobody, rumble and squeak,
A glamorous wench in the bar gives a shriek,
Cars and buildings resound and tremble in pain,
All over the city alarms go insane,
He comes to the square where the town hall stings
The sky with its steeple, and cobblestones ring,
His son and four daughters rising up in the black
Of the night, stand in silence behind his back;
And rising from mine shafts, ravines, old grave mounds
Are people who once walked alive on the ground,
Ore seekers, house serfs, poor peasants and priests
From villages strewn north to south, west to east,
Industrial workers with children and wives,
Foot soldiers, dragoons, constables, officers rise;
The town fills with victims of torture and murder:
Those flogged in dungeons, or shot on order
Of the Cheka, or hunted and killed by Kolchak’s
White Army, or slashed in the steppe by the Cossacks;
They emerge from the darkness to march by his side
In silence, their savage eyes fixed, as they stride
In the emperor’s wake, on the five-pointed star
That shines ruby red from the tower afar,
The star sends its shimmering rays on the breeze,
Night rooks make a ruckus and caw in the trees,
The sky softly sways, the horizon glows red,
The spire reaches up to the clouds overhead,
And so they stand looking, and time stands still,
Like water stands still in a glass, until
They turn and dissolve in the dark of July,
Where the haze from the smoldering peat dims the sky,
The sunrise spills milky-white light on the homes,
Antennas are etched in the skyline like poems,
The bell of the first streetcar rings in the square,
And a crown of thorns fades away in the air.

About the Author:

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Valery Sosnovsky
Ekaterinburg, Russia

Valery Sosnovsky was born in 1967 and lives in Yekaterinburg. He graduated from the philosophy department of Ural State University. He worked as a political technologist, night watchman, journalist, and psychologist. His poems were published in many Russian magazines, such as  Zvezda, Ural, Slovo/World, Neva, Novyi Zhurnal, etc. He is the author of In the Silence of the Midnight Prospect, a collection of poems. He organized “Days of Boris Ryzhy in Yekaterinburg” (2006-2016), an International Poetry Festival. Valery was a winner of Soul in the Cherished Lyre, organized by the American Pushkin Society as part of the competition 45th parallel (2019). His poems were translated into French and English. Valery is also a co-author of two documentary books on the history of plants in the Ural Mountains.

About the Translator:

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Dmitri Manin
California, USA

Dmitri Manin is a physicist, programmer, and translator of poetry. His translations from English and French into Russian have appeared in several book collections. His latest work is a complete translation of Ted Hughes’ “Crow” (Jaromír Hladík Press, 2020) and Allen Ginsberg’s “The Howl, Kaddish and Other Poems” (Podpisnie Izdaniya, 2021). Dmitri’s Russian-to-English translations have been published in journals (Cardinal Points, Delos, The Café Review, Metamorphoses, etc) and in Maria Stepanova’s “The Voice Over” (CUP, 2021). In 2017, his translation of Stepanova’s poem won the Compass Award competition. “Columns,” his new book of translations of Nikolai Zabolotsky’s poems, was published by Arc Publications in 2023 (https://eastwestliteraryforum.com/books/nikolai-zabolotsky-columns-poems).

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