“Let Music Fill Our Lonely Hearts”
“The place we long for, and to where / we’ll bring the quiet load of our loss.” — Yuri Vizbor, translated by Liliya Garipova.
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Evening
“I see, I hear, happy. All is mine.” — the close of Ivan Bunin’s “Evening,” translated by Liliya Garipova.
Life as Self-Hypnosis, or Ode to Levi
I think I was born with strong confidence and with the knowledge of self-worth. It was not acquired, it was a gift. I never had any need to prove that I have the right to exist. Neither special deeds, nor particular behavior were necessary to prove that. But throughout my life, I have been observing how the outside world was trying if not to destroy, then at least to substantially shatter this confidence.
“With Every Autumn I Revive Again…”*
Personality will not disappear; it’s only personality boundaries that will vanish. Because the boundaries make us mortal. Their disappearance restores us.