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on May 7, 2006
Of course, the original Russian rhymed poem sounds much more impressive:
About Dogs, People and Myself
I remember, some day somehow,
I think it was in 1915,
A dog died in the garden
Behind the house adorned with hops.
And people, not knowing any sorrow,
Hardly even looking at it,
Grumbled calmly and coldly,
- A dog’s death to a dog!
And I remember that quietly
For fun and without any threat
I gave the hungry dog a piece of bread
With a thick needle inside.
And she ate, very pleased,
But the wicked blade was sure,
And she wheezed bitterly and for a long time
Until she died at the threshold.
And at once – like many kids –
And trying to look grownup –
I also remarked calmly,
- A dog’s death to a dog!
Then, when the city took me,
I remember in one corner
A clumsy thief was caught
With a stranger’s suitcase in his hand.
In those days – when the laws of czars and gods
Began to shatter,
They could not investigate,
And, to finish it all quickly –
They stroke the unfortunate thief
At the stones – one, two, three, -
And then – only blood at the fence
And a horror at where his head was.
And the judges, seeing that sorrow,
And still making much noise,
I remember, they shouted,
- A dog’s death to a dog!
I see better parts in life too,
But writing so bitterly
I may offend many people
Or even cause their death.
And for that in all corners
Or maybe even here right now
I will be outlawed
And not allowed to live any more.
You will have a house and kids
And the laws and chiefs will be for you
And nobody in the whole world
Will ever let me inside for a night.
In some nasty time
In an unmarked year
I will calm myself for ever
At an eternally quiet gate.
And my voice – still young –
Will die away among other graves
With a rebuke of such promises
That nobody gave you.
And still, thinking of your loss,
And looking at the last portrait,
I know many people will say,
- A dog’s death to a dog!
1924
(translated by hunterV
VT)
