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Cinq mélodies d'après Anna Akhmatova

Song Cycle by Ekaterina Kouprovskaia-Denisova

1.
 (Sung text)

Language: Russian (Русский) 
Широк и жёлт вечерний свет,
Нежна апрельская прохлада.
Ты опоздал на много лет,
Но всё-таки тебе я рада.

Сюда ко мне поближе сядь,
Гляди весёлыми глазами:
Вот эта синяя тетрадь -
С моими детскими стихами.

Прости, что я жила скорбя
И солнцу радовалась мало.
Прости, прости, что за тебя
Я слишком многих принимала.

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Text Authorship:

  • by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Please note: this text, provided here for educational and research use, is in the public domain in Canada, but it may still be copyright in other legal jurisdictions. The LiederNet Archive makes no guarantee that the above text is public domain in your country. Please consult your country's copyright statutes or a qualified IP attorney to verify whether a certain text is in the public domain in your country or if downloading or distributing a copy constitutes fair use. The LiederNet Archive assumes no legal responsibility or liability for the copyright compliance of third parties.

Researcher for this page: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

2.
 (Sung text)

Language: Russian (Русский) 
Звенела музыка в саду
Таким невыразимым горем.
Свежо и остро пахли морем
На блюде устрицы во льду.

Он мне сказал: «Я верный друг!»
И моего коснулся платья.
Так не похожи на объятья
Прикосновенья этих рук.

 ... 

А скорбных скрипок голоса
Поют за стелющимся дымом:
«Благослови же небеса -
Ты в первый раз одна с любимым.»

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  • by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Please note: this text, provided here for educational and research use, is in the public domain in Canada, but it may still be copyright in other legal jurisdictions. The LiederNet Archive makes no guarantee that the above text is public domain in your country. Please consult your country's copyright statutes or a qualified IP attorney to verify whether a certain text is in the public domain in your country or if downloading or distributing a copy constitutes fair use. The LiederNet Archive assumes no legal responsibility or liability for the copyright compliance of third parties.

Researcher for this page: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

3.
 (Sung text)

Language: Russian (Русский) 
 ... 

Как забуду? Он вышел, шатаясь,
Искривился мучительно рот...
Я сбежала, перил не касаясь,
Я бежала за ним до ворот.

Задыхаясь, я крикнула: «Шутка
Всё, что было. Уйдёшь, я умру».
Улыбнулся спокойно и жутко
И сказал мне: «Не стой на ветру».

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  • by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Please note: this text, provided here for educational and research use, is in the public domain in Canada, but it may still be copyright in other legal jurisdictions. The LiederNet Archive makes no guarantee that the above text is public domain in your country. Please consult your country's copyright statutes or a qualified IP attorney to verify whether a certain text is in the public domain in your country or if downloading or distributing a copy constitutes fair use. The LiederNet Archive assumes no legal responsibility or liability for the copyright compliance of third parties.

Researcher for this page: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

4.
 (Sung text)

Language: Russian (Русский) 
Как велит простая учтивость,
Подошел ко мне. Улыбнулся,
Полуласково, полулениво
Поцелуем руки коснулся.
И загадочных, древних ликов
На меня поглядели очи...
Десять лет замираний и криков,
Все мои бессонные ночи
Я вложила в тихое слово
И сказала его напрасно.
Отошел ты, и стало снова
На душе и пусто и ясно.

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  • by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title, written 1911-15, appears in Чётки = Chjotki, in Смятение = Smjatenije, no. 3

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Please note: this text, provided here for educational and research use, is in the public domain in Canada, but it may still be copyright in other legal jurisdictions. The LiederNet Archive makes no guarantee that the above text is public domain in your country. Please consult your country's copyright statutes or a qualified IP attorney to verify whether a certain text is in the public domain in your country or if downloading or distributing a copy constitutes fair use. The LiederNet Archive assumes no legal responsibility or liability for the copyright compliance of third parties.

Researcher for this page: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

5.
 (Sung text)

Language: Russian (Русский) 
Я улыбаться перестала,
Морозный ветер губы студит,
Одной надеждой меньше стало,
Одною песней больше будет. 
И эту песню я невольно
Отдам за смех и поруганье,
Затем, что нестерпимо больно
Душе любовное молчанье.

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Text Authorship:

  • by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title

See other settings of this text.

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Please note: this text, provided here for educational and research use, is in the public domain in Canada and the U.S., but it may still be copyright in other legal jurisdictions. The LiederNet Archive makes no guarantee that the above text is public domain in your country. Please consult your country's copyright statutes or a qualified IP attorney to verify whether a certain text is in the public domain in your country or if downloading or distributing a copy constitutes fair use. The LiederNet Archive assumes no legal responsibility or liability for the copyright compliance of third parties.

Researcher for this page: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]
Total word count: 265
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