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Пахнет гарью. Четыре недели Торф сухой по болотам горит. Даже птицы сегодня не пели, И осина уже не дрожит. Стало солнце немилостью Божьей, Дождик с Пасхи полей не кропил. Приходил одноногий прохожий И один на дворе говорил: "Сроки страшные близятся. Скоро Станет тесно от свежих могил. Ждите глада, и труса, и мора, И затменья небесных светил. Только нашей земли не разделит На потеху себе супостат: Богородица белый расстелет Над скорбями великими плат".
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- by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title, written 1914 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Arthur Vincent Lourié (1891 - 1966), "Пахнет гарью. Четыре недели", 1914. [voice and piano] [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Odeur de brûlé. Quatre semaines", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2015-11-04
Line count: 16
Word count: 72
Odeur de brûlé. Quatre semaines Que les tourbières brûlent dans le feu des marais. Aujourd'hui même les oiseaux ne chantent pas Et le tremble ne tremble plus. Le soleil montre le mécontentement de Dieu, Depuis Pâques la pluie n'a pas arrosé les champs. Un vagabond unijambiste est arrivé Et a dit dans la cour : « Des temps terribles arrivent. Bientôt Les tombes fraîches seront partout. Attendez-vous à la famine, à la panique et à la peste Et à l'éclipse des étoiles du ciel. Mais notre pays ne sera pas divisé L'ennemi ne le pourra pas : La vierge étendra son manteau blanc Au-dessus de nos grandes douleurs. »
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- a text in Russian (Русский) by Anna Andreyevna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966), no title, written 1914
This text was added to the website: 2015-11-10
Line count: 16
Word count: 109