Russia flies to Riga to Baryshnikov and from Moscow, from London, and from Miami, and from Tel Aviv. In the whole century, Russians live in scattering, recent years this vicious circle again closed. From the country again leaving, and those who remain, according to tradition, are immersed in emigration, internal. It is not surprising that to unite this unpaved Russia was under the power of one of the most famous emigrants of the past - Mikhail Baryshnikov. He plays the play in Riga on the poems of another great exile - Joseph Brodsky. Baryshnikov will not come to Russia either with a performance, none without. Mikhail Nikolayevich simply says "no", without bothering his explanations. Somehow noticed about Nabokov and Brodsky: one was not going to Russia, as he believed that everything had changed there, the other was confident that nothing had changed there. So live, so, unfortunately, and we will live.
Strange, but I felt more in Russia in foreign Riga, than in the current Pethery, we completely disliked Russia, as the bad Soviet dictatorship was unlike Russia. Fatherland Our again has become virtual - it is in verses, books, images, music, people. In fairness it should be noted that Latvians carefully made their country, and therefore in it paradoxically lives the spirit of historical Russia with its white-yellow classicism and bourgeois modern, dignity and sufficient more than anywhere in Russia itself, perverted and depraved . The splashes of the Soviet in Riga are gracefully draped, the Russian speech is organic and is decisively welcomed everywhere. It is said that the Russian language is now learning even those who were born after the collapse of the Soviet Union. The logic of a single cultural and historical space is stronger than politics, stronger prejudice.
Baryshnikov is standing on stage, it sits, then undresses, it begins to dance. He reads the poems of his friend Brodsky, but it turns out that he continues the dialogue, started with him in 1974 and almost uncruited before the death of the poet in 1996. "Make mercy, mouse, be good. Meow "- the last words, spoken by Brodsky Baryshnikov a day, when Brodsky did not. Brodsky was "Cat Joseph", a miniature Misha - "mice." So distributed the role of the poet (quoted by Rigas Laiks, autumn 2015).
Brodsky did not like the theater, but in the performance of Alvis Hermanis, he had to play a capital role. From nowhere, it sounded his monotonous, no one like a voice.
My voice, hastily and unclear,
You are alarmed by bitterness in vain,
And over my grin is tired
you bow with sadness late
And maybe forgetting about everything in the world,
In another country - forgive! - in another centuries
You are the name suddenly my whisper is unlocked,
And I in the grave hurriedly.
In darkness and silence, 67-year-old ladies and Brodsky, whose age is no longer valid, one and a half hours talking about old age, death fear, about fading body, about farewell. It was sad and stuffy. In an interview, which Baryshnikov gave on the eve of the premiere of Riga Laiks Riga magazine, Mikhail Nikolaevich recalls: "He (Brodsky. - Ed.) It says that poetry is the number of words, only in their best combination. Something like that, I rephrase it. And of course, "movements in the best of their manifestations" can approach this. "
The friendship of Brodsky and Baryshnikov hardly repelled only from this metaphysical similarity of the poet and dancer. In the same interview, the dancer notes that Brodsky "somehow put me on his feet ..." - desperate, I must say, recognition. "Some confidence appeared with him. I didn't feel very well there, and so I knew that I could always come to him, we will go somewhere to walk ... on the embankment and something he will talk to me, whiskey will drink, chatting about girls or anything " Later, Brodsky, congratulating the Baryshnikov happy birthday, so signed his book about Venice The Watermark: "Portrait of Venice in the winter, where birds freeze in a niche, on January 27nd to give a kind mouse. Sorry for Inglish, but the hand, like a foot for the dance, is given to from afar of the channel for a foreigner. " In the end, having broken free from a foreign and hostile country, the Russians so acquire their homeland in communicating, in friendship, in reading or in the theater. The fate did not leave another choice. And, it seems, does not leave.
Baryshnikov completed this performance-dialogue poem written by Brodsky at seventeen age:
Goodbye,
Forget
And do not explore.
And burn letters,
like a bridge.
May be courageous
your path,
May it be straight
And simple.
Maybe in the MGL
For you burn
Star Mishur,
Yes, there will be hope
Palm Heat
Your fire.
Yes there will be snowstorms
Snow, rain
and mad roar of fire
May you have good luck ahead
More than me.
Maybe there will be mighty and beautiful
the battle,
Grazing in your chest.
I am happy for those
whom with you
may be,
On the way.
Russia flies to Riga to Baryshnikov and from Moscow, from London, and from Miami, and from Tel Aviv. In the whole century, Russians live in scattering, recent years this vicious circle again closed. From the country again leaving, and those who remain, according to tradition, are immersed in emigration, internal. It is not surprising that to unite this unpaved Russia was under the power of one of the most famous emigrants of the past - Mikhail Baryshnikov. He plays the play in Riga on the poems of another great exile - Joseph Brodsky. Baryshnikov will not come to Russia either with a performance, none without. Mikhail Nikolayevich simply says "no", without bothering his explanations. Ellenda Proferfer somehow noticed about Nabokov and Brodsky: one was not going to Russia, as he believed that everything had changed there, the other was confident that nothing had changed there. So live, so, unfortunately, and we will live.
Strange, but I felt more in Russia in foreign Riga, than in the current Pethery, we completely disliked Russia, as the bad Soviet dictatorship was unlike Russia. Fatherland Our again has become virtual - it is in verses, books, images, music, people. In fairness it should be noted that Latvians carefully made their country, and therefore in it paradoxically lives the spirit of historical Russia with its white-yellow classicism and bourgeois modern, dignity and sufficient more than anywhere in Russia itself, perverted and depraved . The splashes of the Soviet in Riga are gracefully draped, the Russian speech is organic and is decisively welcomed everywhere. It is said that the Russian language is now learning even those who were born after the collapse of the Soviet Union. The logic of a single cultural and historical space is stronger than politics, stronger prejudice.
Baryshnikov is standing on stage, it sits, then undresses, it begins to dance. He reads the poems of his friend Brodsky, but it turns out that he continues the dialogue, started with him in 1974 and almost uncruited before the death of the poet in 1996. "Make mercy, mouse, be good. Meow "- the last words, spoken by Brodsky Baryshnikov a day, when Brodsky did not. Brodsky was "Cat Joseph", a miniature Misha - "mice." So distributed the role of the poet (quoted by Rigas Laiks, autumn 2015).
Brodsky did not like the theater, but in the performance of Alvis Hermanis, he had to play a capital role. From nowhere, it sounded his monotonous, no one like a voice.
My voice, hastily and unclear,
you are alarmed by bitterness in vain,
and over my grin is tired
you bow with sadness late
and maybe forgetting about everything in the world,
in another country - forgive! - in another centuries
you are the name suddenly my whisper is unlocked,
and I in the grave hurriedly.
In darkness and silence, 67-year-old ladies and Brodsky, whose age is no longer valid, one and a half hours talking about old age, death fear, about fading body, about farewell. It was sad and stuffy. In an interview, which Baryshnikov gave on the eve of the premiere of Riga Laiks Riga magazine, Mikhail Nikolaevich recalls: "He (Brodsky. - Ed.) It says that poetry is the number of words, only in their best combination. Something like that, I rephrase it. And of course, "movements in the best of their manifestations" can approach this. "
The friendship of Brodsky and Baryshnikov hardly repelled only from this metaphysical similarity of the poet and dancer. In the same interview, the dancer notes that Brodsky "somehow put me on his feet ..." - desperate, I must say, recognition. "Some confidence appeared with him. I didn't feel very well there, and so I knew that I could always come to him, we will go somewhere to walk ... on the embankment and something he will talk to me, whiskey will drink, chatting about girls or anything " Later, Brodsky, congratulating the Baryshnikov happy birthday, so signed his book about Venice The Watermark: "Portrait of Venice in the winter, where birds freeze in a niche, on January 27nd to give a kind mouse. Sorry for Inglish, but the hand, like a foot for the dance, is given to from afar of the channel for a foreigner. " In the end, having broken free from a foreign and hostile country, the Russians so acquire their homeland in communicating, in friendship, in reading or in the theater. The fate did not leave another choice. And, it seems, does not leave.
Baryshnikov completed this performance-dialogue poem written by Brodsky at seventeen age:
Goodbye,
forget
and do not explore.
And burn letters,
like a bridge.
May be courageous
your path,
may it be straight
and simple.
Maybe in the MGL
for you burn
star Mishur,
yes, there will be hope
palm Heat
your fire.
Yes there will be snowstorms
snow, rain
and mad roar of fire
may you have good luck ahead
more than me.
Maybe there will be mighty and beautiful
the battle,
grazing in your chest.
I am happy for those
whom with you
may be,
on the way.
Goodbye,
Forget
And do not explore.
And burn letters,
like a bridge.
May be courageous
your path,
May it be straight
And simple.
Maybe in the MGL
For you burn
Star Mishur
Yes, there will be hope
Palm Heat
Your fire.
Yes there will be snowstorms
Snow, rain
and mad roar of fire,
May you have good luck ahead
More than me.
Maybe there will be mighty and beautiful
the battle,
Grazing in your chest.
I am happy for those
whom with you
may be,
On the way.
Analysis of the poem "Farewell, forget and will not blame" Brodsky
The poem "Farewell" is the very first work of Joseph Alexandrovich Brodsky, which was published. It was created in a distance of 1957, when the poet was only 17 years old. It is pretty simple, both by rhyme and in its content. The verse can be regarded simple, as for the style of Brodsky, but it does not affect the depth and character in each row, the more the author then was young and just started looking for his handwriting.
When for the first time you read this poem, it may be such an opinion that the work of Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky was very strong in Brodsky. If you look at how "goodbye" is written, you can notice a certain chain of short lines, and long phrases are practically not found. There is a similarity with the legendary Lestenka, which Mayakovsky introduced into the world of poetry. Brodsky, like the "iron poet", every word is filled with energy and appeal, and the motion of the "yes" particle only strengthens it, for example:
May be courageous
your path,
May it be straight
And simple.
Exclamation in the poem support the cheerful spirit. Literally every phrase is a wake-up proposal, only an exclamation mark is not enough at the end:
Goodbye,
Forget
And do not explore.
And burn letters,
like a bridge.
Extracts are made in verse and epithets. Often you can meet in the text very spectacular expressions, like a "battle, rattling in your chest", "Rambler Fire", "Star Mishura", "and burn letters like a bridge." It turns out that the structure of the work is similar to solemn speeches and slogans that called for rapid development. In the Soviet era, such sublime exclamations were popular. But knowing that Joseph Brodsky was pessimistically configured regarding the current communist regime, somehow it is difficult to imagine that he could create speeches with a propaganda bias.
Although the poem and wig in its manner, and also looks like places for political agitation, but it is very sad. It opens the reader about the story of loss and parting. Perhaps the author, applied to the old friend, the ways with which had long been separated.
Maybe this is a farewell to your beloved girl, who went out the flame of love, which gave his mark. It is also noticeable that the poet values \u200b\u200ba man with whom he was judged to part, but not looking at anything, after all, decides to let him go and hopes with all his heart that this person will meet good people in his life path.
"Goodbye" Joseph Brodsky
Goodbye,
Forget
And do not explore.
And burn letters,
like a bridge.
May be courageous
your path,
May it be straight
And simple.
Maybe in the MGL
For you burn
Star Mishur
Yes, there will be hope
Palm Heat
Your fire.
Yes there will be snowstorms
Snow, rain
and mad roar of fire,
May you have good luck ahead
More than me.
Maybe there will be mighty and beautiful
the battle,
Grazing in your chest.I am happy for those
whom with you
may be,
On the way.
Analysis of the poem of Brodsky "Farewell"
The poem "Farewell ..." is one of the first published works of Joseph Alexandrovich Brodsky. It was created in 1957. In terms of mood, it is very similar to Pushkin "", but in spirit more corresponds to the time in which the poet lived.
When reading this poem, it may seem to be an impression that the creativity of V. V. Mayakovsky affected Brodsky to some extent. Indeed, the composition "Farewell ..." is built in the form of a chain of short lines. Rarely meet long phrases. More often a line forms one or two words. The poetic size is not guessed due to the complex pause system. All this gives the work of a brisk rhythm march.
Cheerful spirit is supported in the poem with exclamations. Almost every phrase is a motivating proposal, however, without an exclamation mark at the end:
Goodbye,
Forget
And do not explore.
And burn letters,
like a bridge.
These statements acquire the form of an energetic call due to the "yes" pepper particle, with which most phrases begins:
May be courageous
your path,
May it be straight
And simple.
Epitts are attached to the poem. We encounter such spectacular expressions as "mad roar of fire", "Fight, rattling in your chest", "Star Mishura".
Thus, the structure and language of the poem resembles a solemn speech and slogans calling for turbulent growth and development. Such sublime appeals were popular at the dawn of the Soviet era. But it is difficult to imagine that Joseph Aleksandrovich created a pessimistic in relation to the current communist regime, created such propaganda speeches. What then is concluded in the plot of works, which this reminds political agita?
The paradox of the poem "Goodbye ..." is that with all his cattleness, this work is sad. We are talking about parting, loss. Perhaps the poet appeals to a friend with whom the roads were separated; Maybe she says goodbye to the beloved whose feelings are faded. It is noticeable that the author really appreciates who is destined to serve, but he humbensing this person.
That is why the text of the work "Farewell ..." reminds about the rows of A. S. Pushkin. Joseph Alexandrovich also exhibits amazing generosity, although the reader may feel that the interlocutor was the road to the poet. But, like Alexander Sergeevich, the author sincerely hopes that decent people will meet on the path of his former comrade, with whom he will be happy.