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The Translation and The Illustration |
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by Anna V. Epelbaum
Email: aepelbaum (nospam) yahoo.com (unverified!)
Phone: 359-3619
Address: 302S. Second St., #711 |
26 Aug 2004
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The translation of Russian poem with the same name and the illustration to the poem |
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The poem below is the precise translation of the poem of the late Russian poet-singer V. Vysotsky. However, as the author of the original poem, the author of a translation in order to get a good result should feel himself/herself in shoes (in hoofs in this particular case) of the main character.
So, the illustration above shows why the special circumstances of my life help me to wear "hoofs" of the main character naturally. As this picture is as usually "more eloquent than 100 words", nothing else needs to be said.
The Gallop of The Pacer
Yes, I amble, and do it differently.
Over stones, paddles, morning dew !
Gallop mine is now called 'the amble'.
Other way, not how was seen by you.
My back has now wounds, and I'm sad,
Want to skip my water and my meal.
I agree to run inside the herd,
But without saddle or any bridle.
Oh, how I hate all kinds of laces!
Today's race, and I am favorite.
Everyone would now bet on pacer.
It's not me, Jockey, who on back sits.
Once again, he hurts my sides and nerves.
All first rows now smile at me.
I agree to run inside the herd.
But without any saddle or bridle !
He's happy, even doesn't worry,
But I will be in this race the last.
I'll avenge his sharp and painful spurs.
I'll stop, I won't be so fast.
It is ring, and now I can't convert.
Jockey's laughing, hoping to win.
Oh, how would I run inside the herd,
But without any saddle or bridle
What is it? What's happening now?
Helping I my enemy to win.
Seems that I just don't have a power.
I am first, although I have bridle.
What can do I? Nothing else is left,
But to throw Jockey on the ground.
And to run like I am in the herd
With the saddle and bridle, as he's out!
I am the first, and he just trails others
Over stones, paddles, and morning dew.
Finally, I wasn't today a pacer.
Tried to win as trying all of you ! |
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Re: The Translation and The Illustration |
by Jack Ryan
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27 Aug 2004
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Anna,
Great Poem. I wonder why the editors did not post this on the entire net.
Keep them coming,
Jack |
