Слободкина Ольга
The Exclusive publishing series by Olga Slobodkina-von Bromssen. Part Vii

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  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (olga_slobodkina@mail.ru)
  • Размещен: 25/09/2025, изменен: 24/02/2026. 12k. Статистика.
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    •   1. There are feelings...
       You know what these feelings are like -
      they never leave you
       from the moment of their inception
      until...
       untill.. for ever...
      
      They will go with you
       when you leave
      this treacherous world...
      
      And while you're still here...
       they lie down
      - so deep,
       unchanged,
      and no other feelings
       can take their place...
      
      
      June 5, 2013
      
      
       ***
      
      2. Once again, dry leaves are rustling under my feet in the autumnal surf.
      And the warm Sun is lining the last sweet herbs.
      And Heaven seems to have reconciled with the Earth...
      Forgave the insults, the loss...
      Or simply forgot...
      How I wish I could forget...
      Is it worth...?
      
      August 23, 1997
      
      
       ***
      
      3. Faces on buildings.
       Mascarons.
       What else is there to say?
      
       Maybe a lot,
       maybe nothing...
      
       Sometimes
       you feel you don't wanna know
       anything about them...
      
      
       They're so beautiful...
       Isn't that enough...
      
      
      
      
       Jan. 20, 2020
      
      
      4. The Sunset...
      Yes, after all, I was born at Sunset.
      All day long - bustle, and suddenly...
      Quieter... The Spirit's Inaudible Sound
      And the soul straightens in mental stature,
      Closing its circle of prayer.
      
      So the soul goes out -
      "Very gently, painlessly..."
      (as my mother told me)
      Into the world of the troubled Earth,
      "As if it slipped out..."
      To freedom? To captivity?
      Closing its circle -
      So it will go.
      I'm afraid to write, inopportunely predicting
      The Exit into Eternity - my final Flight.
      I dare not say what I know.
      I don't know.
      But I was born at Sunset,
      and soon
      The Sun will set behind the Earth for the night.
      
      
      June 3, 1998
      
      
       ***
      
      5. When I was loved...
       things were just fine -
      the thin Orenburg shawl,
       gossamer, the whitest in the world,
      the light gray flannel coat,
       its folds falling so softly,
      and the lapels laying so delicately on my shoulders...
      
      And now the coat is fitting,
       like plywood sheets on the Snow Woman,
       the shawls keep slipping off my head,
      even in churches.
      
      I tell myself I do not like the shawls...
      
      But that is not the point!
      
      In the miraculous-horrendous world,
       in which we live,
      I am restless...
      
      And only the Egregor
       of Images and Words
       is holding me,
      just as before,
       and welcomes me,
      helping me to forget the bad...
      
      And ever more inspires...
      
      
      December 2, 2025
      
      
       ***
      
      6. Tiran Island
      
       It appears,
       like a mirage in the desert,
      this island...
       and floats toward the horizon.
      
      Tiran Island...
       Now -
      only a dream
       to remember.
      
      I was lucky - I saw
       that aerial flight
      over the sea...
      
      The sea changes its color...
       Azure,
      turquoise -
       aqua tint...
      
      Tiran Island
       is in my memory.
      
      Now,
       no matter what,
      I saw it,
       I know it.
      It's part of my being...
      
      And, besides memory
       and impressions,
      what do we have?
      
      We,
       particles
      in the memory of The Lord...
      
      December 19, 2015
      
      
      
      ***
      
      
      7. One week is left
       and I'll be born
      
      Only one week -
       just wait
      
      I'll show this world
       what I am worth -
      not soon and not too late
      
      
      One week is left
       and I will step
      into this world at once
      
      I'll show this world,
       but not a sword -
      a word, a song, a dance
      
      
      
      
      November 19, 2025
      
      
       ***
      
      
      8. I will leave
      
       Not too early,
       not too late,
       but when God wills.
      
       I will not beg Him
       to extend my term -
       will accept my fate
      
       What's the meaning in this earthly vale of tears...
       All or none at all...?
       So we go on
       as we were launched to be here - in all times -
       as a worm,
       like a warrior in an open field...
       Page makers... we compose the books of our lives.
      
       Life and Death...
       Who will understand...
       Winter will give way to Summer.
       The days will pass through a sieve...
      
       "Your life is just a steam from a dish"...*
       True. Although hard to believe...
       Life is a steam...
       Is it not?
      
       But the soul still longs for a Miracle
       and cherishes the Gifts of God...
      
       2025
      ______________________________________________________________________________________
      *Jacob 4:14. "Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. For you are just a vapor that appears for a little while, and then vanishes away."
      
      
      
      
       ***
      
      9. The lanterns sparkle bright
       On Moscow major streets,
       With people passing by...
       We do not know their ways.
      
       They're almost all in black,[Like in a shadow show]
       It's like a shadow show. [They're almost all in black]
       Alone with their Fates...
       Stern people passing by.
      
       The lanterns sparkle bright.
       The cold is fierce.
      
       And everyone's alone...[Alone in their kind,]
       But in their hearts they hear
       The Angels singing sweet...
       Or maybe not the Angels...
      
       Through the reflection of the lanterns sparkling bright
       People are passing by.
       The cold is fierce.
      
       [Reflections of the lanterns sparkle bright
       People are passing by
       The cold is fierce]
      
      
       January 22, 2026
      
      
       10.
      
       Ah!
       What a snow fall !
       The benches are piled up to the height,
       up to the ears...
       And so is my window - all right!
       Boys are playing in the snow
       laughing to tears.
      
       Am I in Moscow or where?
       The elements don't care...
       I walk with difficulty, weakening, like the swimmers of Rilke...*
       I fell (slipped)... Oh! Oh! Fate won't hesitate to take a dig in you...
       It's so true...
       Metropolis stands still.
      
       Only snowplows are rolling.
       The tram did not come - I walked through the snowdrifts, up and down...
       Almost downhill...
      
       Metropolis stands still.
       On foot, on foot, on foot...
       Hold on, beautiful! Hold on!
       A poetess wanders in obscurity through the snow...
      
       Oh, Frost! Oh!
       Will they appreciate her later...?
       A good question... after all...
      
       January 28, 2026
      
      ___________________________________________________________________ *Allusion to Rilke's SONNETS TO ORPHEUS. Part I. 24:
       "While we, like swimmers, lose strength" (translation into English)
      
      11.
      I love my memories -
       and all about them:
      the world of things
       that served us
      
      my granny's hands,
      which turned
      flour into dough,
      and from the flour dough
      were baking
      a croissant with marmalade
      
      The voices of my family,
      and their
      hidden world
      
      And my hidden world,
      which
      none of them
      could know
      or understand...
      
       February 24, 2026
      
       _
      
       to be continued________________________________________________________________________________________
  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (olga_slobodkina@mail.ru)
  • Обновлено: 24/02/2026. 12k. Статистика.
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