Poetry of the Silver Age
6 hrs. 2 min.
Description
“...And the silver moon shines cold over the silver century…” — Anna Akhmatova wrote it in honor of the Silver Age of art and poetry. The Silver Age is a distinct phenomenon in Russian culture and, in general, in literature — paired with the Golden Age of poetry. The Silver Age is the flowering of literary and artistic movements such as acmeism, symbolism, futurism, imagism, constructivism…
In this audio book, the most vivid works of outstanding figures of the Silver Age are selected: Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky, Anna Andreevna Akhmatova, Valery Yakovlevich Bryusov, Konstantin Dmitrievich Balmont, Alexander Alexandrovich Blok, Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilyov, Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin, Nikolay Alekseevich Klyuev, Osip Emilievich Mandelstam, Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky, Igor Vasilyevich Severianin, Velimir Vladimirovich Khlebnikov, Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, Sasha Cherny.
In this audio book, the most vivid works of outstanding figures of the Silver Age are selected: Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky, Anna Andreevna Akhmatova, Valery Yakovlevich Bryusov, Konstantin Dmitrievich Balmont, Alexander Alexandrovich Blok, Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilyov, Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin, Nikolay Alekseevich Klyuev, Osip Emilievich Mandelstam, Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky, Igor Vasilyevich Severianin, Velimir Vladimirovich Khlebnikov, Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva, Sasha Cherny.
Contents
Innokenty Annensky
reads RF People’s Artist Boris Plotnikov
Poetry
Lira of hours
Two sails of one boat
Tosca of slow drops
Amethysts
Little balls
It was at Valen-Koski
Kek-uok on cymbals
An old music box
Inanimate
A bow and strings
“ I thought the heart was made of stone...”
Sleepless nights
First piano sonnet
Third painful sonnet
Anna Akhmatova
reads actress Alena Babenko
“ I pray to the window ray...”
Love
Gray-eyed king
“ I squeezed my hands under the dark veil...”
Song of the last meeting
“ I went mad, oh strange boy...”
“ I learned to live simply, wisely...”
“ They thought: we are poor, we have nothing...”
Solitude
“ There is a cherished line in closeness...”
“ Freshness of words and simplicity of feelings...”
“ Twenty-first. Night. Monday...”
“ On the neck a row of small beads...”
“ A voice came to me. It called to comfort...”
“ Not with those who cast the earth aside...”
“ To get sick properly — in a scorching delirium...”
Slander
To many
Muse
“ Will they forget? — That’s what amazed!..”
Konstantin Balmont
reads Honored Artist of the RF Vitaly Egorov
“ I am the fineness of Russian languid speech...”
No-verb
“ I came into this world to see the Sun...”
“ Let’s be like the Sun! Let’s forget that...”
The testament of being
Barge of longing
Reeds
Go there
“ I hate mankind...”
Only with her
Reconciliation
Andrey Bely
reads RF People’s Artist Aleksandr Galibin
Body of elements
Laughter
Sun
In the temple
Evening
Autumn
Highway
Serenade
Troika
Winter
Recollection
To her
Snow maiden
Morning
In the fields
From the window of a carriage
Tempter
Bodies
Ase
“ You are a shadow of shadows...”
To the Motherland
Aleksandr Blok
reads RF People’s Artist Aleksandr Galibin
“ I feel You. Years pass by...”
“ We met with you at sunset...”
“ I enter dark temples...”
“ Secret signs flare up...”
“ In taverns, in alleys, in twists...”
“ A girl sang in the church choir...”
The Stranger
Fairground
“ She’s gone! But the hyacinths waited...”
“ Oh, spring without end and without bounds...”
“ I remember long torment...”
“ A cruel May with white nights!..”
On the Field of Kulikovo
Russia
“ Of valors, of deeds, of glory...”
A doll-like angel
In a restaurant
“ Night. Street. Lamp. Pharmacy...”
“ I remember the tenderness of your shoulders...”
“ Turned everything into a joke at first...”
On the railway
“ Born in years of deafness...”
“ You turned aside into the fields — without return...”
“ Oh, I want to live insanely...”
Valery Bryusov
reads RF People’s Artist Boris Plotnikov
Octave
Sonnet on form
Creativity
All is over
“ Pale shadows wind together...”
The Pale Horse
Lanterns
An angel of blessed silence
Nikolay Gumilyov
reads RF People’s Artist Andrey Smolyakov
Sixth sense
Word
Captains
Giraffe
Sonnet
Hut. Introduction
Barbarians
The magic fiddle
A lost tram
Zinaida Gippius
reads Honored Artist of the RF Nadezhda Pertseva
No!
Cry
Love — One
Love
Limit
Dust
Three forms of a sonnet
Light
Without justification
Fun
Pain
Death
Door
Name
How he
Happiness
For what?
Sin
“ Lord, let me see!..”
Sergey Yesenin
reads Honored Artist of the RF Valery Troshin
“ Go you, Rus’ my dear homeland...”
“ Don’t roam, don’t wrinkle in crimson bushes...”
“ The golden leaves whirled...”
“ I left my native home...”
“ I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry...”
“ Dear one, let’s sit together...”
“ A blue fire flared up...”
Letter to mother
“ You don’t love me, you don’t pity me...”
The Black Man
Nikolay Klyuev
reads Honored Artist of the RF Valery Troshin
“ I’ll put on a black shirt...”
“ I’m sick with a sweet sickness...”
“ I was splendid and winged...”
“ For a song, for a fairy tale, reason is silent...”
Christmas of the hut
“ Joy to see the first stack of hay...”
Hut songs. “Mother died” — two whispering words...
Hut songs: “ Darkness wanders through the hut...”
“ Upper stars like dewdrops...”
“ By the swan-white stretch...”
“ Don’t wait for dawn, it’s faded...”
“ Oh, robes of evening, crimson-golden...”
“ The sky-blue is sea, the cloud is a whale...”
“ The soul doesn’t believe dark spirits...”
“ I would pray for the gladness of sunset...”
“ There are two countries; one — a hospital...”
Osip Mandelstam
reads RF People’s Artist Andrey Smolyakov
Silentium
“ Dressed in gilded gold they blaze...”
“ Indescribable sorrow...”
“ Granted me a body — what should I do with it...”
“ I’ve lost my way in the sky — what to do?..”
“ Your image — tormenting and fleeting...”
Sleeplessness. Homer. Stiff sails...
“ I won’t see the famous “Phaedra”...”
“ At the terrible height a wandering fire!..”
Tristia
“ Take joy from the palms of my hands...”
“ In Petersburg we will meet again...”
Concert at the station
“ I will fret through the streets’ camp in the dark...”
“ With the world of power, I was only loosely connected as a child...”
Leningrad
“ For the thunderous valor of the coming centuries...”
“ I’ll tell you with my last directness...”
“ We live, not feeling our own country beneath us...”
The Little Violinist
“ I will say this in draft, in a whisper...”
Vladimir Mayakovsky
reads actor Aleksandr Smirnov
From the tragedy “Vladimir Mayakovsky”: “ Can you understand this…”
And could you?
Nate!
Lilychka
A violin and a little bit of nerves
From the poem “A Cloud in Trousers”
From the tragedy “Vladimir Mayakovsky”: “ A man with two kisses”
Listen!
That’s how I became a dog
Russia
From the tragedy “Vladimir Mayakovsky”: “ I wrote all this about you…”
Igor Severyanin
reads Honored Artist of the RF Vitaly Egorov
Sonnet
Octaves
Little elegy
Prelude II
It was by the sea
Overture (“The Princess’s Necklace—chords of the lyre…”)
Introduction
Grandiose
My funeral
Kenzel
Habanera III
Epilogue
In the glittering darkness
Poem of shades
Royal rescript
In early-summer autumn-July
Overture (“Pineapples in champagne!”)
Classic roses
And soon there will be…
Velimir Khlebnikov
reads actor Dmitry Pisarenko
“ Where the waxwings lived...”
A spell with laughter
“ The lips were singing bobeobi...”
Grasshopper
“ When horses die — breathes...”
“ I don’t need much!..”
“ Who should tell the tale...”
“ Today again I’ll go...”
Don’t misbehave!
“ Night, full of constellations...”
Self-shooting of love
“ Years, people, and nations...”
Refusal
“ Once again, once again...”
“ If I turn humanity into hours...”
“ Detusa!..”
“ And the black crab on a white plate...”
“ Freedom comes naked...”
Marina Tsvetaeva
reads actress Tatyana Bondarenko
“ To my poems, written so early...”
“ An elongated and solid oval...”
From poems “To Moscow”
“ I will win you back for all lands, from all the skies...”
“ To kiss on the forehead — to erase care...”
“ I’m not an impostor — I came home...”
“ Like a right and left hand...”
“ I wrote on an aspid board...”
“ Yesterday you looked straight into my eyes...”
“ Nailed to the shameful post...”
“ Simple is my posture...”
“ Poems grow like stars and like roses...”
“ What should I do with the blind man and stepson...”
A try at jealousy
Love
“ Distance: versts, miles...”
Garden
“ Longing for the homeland! Long ago...”
From poems to my son
From the book “Swan Camp”: “ On my small dagger: Marina...”
“ Above the little church — blue clouds...”
“ From a strict, stately temple...”
“ When the red-haired impostor...”
“ Grishka-the-thief didn’t spoil your fields...”
“ Harness your kinsmen horses to the sleds...”
Don: “ White Guard, your high road...”
“ Litany goes along the meadows...”
“ Oh, pitiful efforts of impostors!..”
Sasha Cherny
reads actor Dmitry Pisarenko
Into the space
Intellectual
“ Everything in pants cut the same...”
Again
Two desires
Criticism
Overwork
Waking of spring
To the sick
Under a muted note
My novel
“ There were far too many prosecutors!..”
“ Hello, Muse! Want a date fruit?..”
reads RF People’s Artist Boris Plotnikov
Poetry
Lira of hours
Two sails of one boat
Tosca of slow drops
Amethysts
Little balls
It was at Valen-Koski
Kek-uok on cymbals
An old music box
Inanimate
A bow and strings
“ I thought the heart was made of stone...”
Sleepless nights
First piano sonnet
Third painful sonnet
Anna Akhmatova
reads actress Alena Babenko
“ I pray to the window ray...”
Love
Gray-eyed king
“ I squeezed my hands under the dark veil...”
Song of the last meeting
“ I went mad, oh strange boy...”
“ I learned to live simply, wisely...”
“ They thought: we are poor, we have nothing...”
Solitude
“ There is a cherished line in closeness...”
“ Freshness of words and simplicity of feelings...”
“ Twenty-first. Night. Monday...”
“ On the neck a row of small beads...”
“ A voice came to me. It called to comfort...”
“ Not with those who cast the earth aside...”
“ To get sick properly — in a scorching delirium...”
Slander
To many
Muse
“ Will they forget? — That’s what amazed!..”
Konstantin Balmont
reads Honored Artist of the RF Vitaly Egorov
“ I am the fineness of Russian languid speech...”
No-verb
“ I came into this world to see the Sun...”
“ Let’s be like the Sun! Let’s forget that...”
The testament of being
Barge of longing
Reeds
Go there
“ I hate mankind...”
Only with her
Reconciliation
Andrey Bely
reads RF People’s Artist Aleksandr Galibin
Body of elements
Laughter
Sun
In the temple
Evening
Autumn
Highway
Serenade
Troika
Winter
Recollection
To her
Snow maiden
Morning
In the fields
From the window of a carriage
Tempter
Bodies
Ase
“ You are a shadow of shadows...”
To the Motherland
Aleksandr Blok
reads RF People’s Artist Aleksandr Galibin
“ I feel You. Years pass by...”
“ We met with you at sunset...”
“ I enter dark temples...”
“ Secret signs flare up...”
“ In taverns, in alleys, in twists...”
“ A girl sang in the church choir...”
The Stranger
Fairground
“ She’s gone! But the hyacinths waited...”
“ Oh, spring without end and without bounds...”
“ I remember long torment...”
“ A cruel May with white nights!..”
On the Field of Kulikovo
Russia
“ Of valors, of deeds, of glory...”
A doll-like angel
In a restaurant
“ Night. Street. Lamp. Pharmacy...”
“ I remember the tenderness of your shoulders...”
“ Turned everything into a joke at first...”
On the railway
“ Born in years of deafness...”
“ You turned aside into the fields — without return...”
“ Oh, I want to live insanely...”
Valery Bryusov
reads RF People’s Artist Boris Plotnikov
Octave
Sonnet on form
Creativity
All is over
“ Pale shadows wind together...”
The Pale Horse
Lanterns
An angel of blessed silence
Nikolay Gumilyov
reads RF People’s Artist Andrey Smolyakov
Sixth sense
Word
Captains
Giraffe
Sonnet
Hut. Introduction
Barbarians
The magic fiddle
A lost tram
Zinaida Gippius
reads Honored Artist of the RF Nadezhda Pertseva
No!
Cry
Love — One
Love
Limit
Dust
Three forms of a sonnet
Light
Without justification
Fun
Pain
Death
Door
Name
How he
Happiness
For what?
Sin
“ Lord, let me see!..”
Sergey Yesenin
reads Honored Artist of the RF Valery Troshin
“ Go you, Rus’ my dear homeland...”
“ Don’t roam, don’t wrinkle in crimson bushes...”
“ The golden leaves whirled...”
“ I left my native home...”
“ I don’t regret, I don’t call, I don’t cry...”
“ Dear one, let’s sit together...”
“ A blue fire flared up...”
Letter to mother
“ You don’t love me, you don’t pity me...”
The Black Man
Nikolay Klyuev
reads Honored Artist of the RF Valery Troshin
“ I’ll put on a black shirt...”
“ I’m sick with a sweet sickness...”
“ I was splendid and winged...”
“ For a song, for a fairy tale, reason is silent...”
Christmas of the hut
“ Joy to see the first stack of hay...”
Hut songs. “Mother died” — two whispering words...
Hut songs: “ Darkness wanders through the hut...”
“ Upper stars like dewdrops...”
“ By the swan-white stretch...”
“ Don’t wait for dawn, it’s faded...”
“ Oh, robes of evening, crimson-golden...”
“ The sky-blue is sea, the cloud is a whale...”
“ The soul doesn’t believe dark spirits...”
“ I would pray for the gladness of sunset...”
“ There are two countries; one — a hospital...”
Osip Mandelstam
reads RF People’s Artist Andrey Smolyakov
Silentium
“ Dressed in gilded gold they blaze...”
“ Indescribable sorrow...”
“ Granted me a body — what should I do with it...”
“ I’ve lost my way in the sky — what to do?..”
“ Your image — tormenting and fleeting...”
Sleeplessness. Homer. Stiff sails...
“ I won’t see the famous “Phaedra”...”
“ At the terrible height a wandering fire!..”
Tristia
“ Take joy from the palms of my hands...”
“ In Petersburg we will meet again...”
Concert at the station
“ I will fret through the streets’ camp in the dark...”
“ With the world of power, I was only loosely connected as a child...”
Leningrad
“ For the thunderous valor of the coming centuries...”
“ I’ll tell you with my last directness...”
“ We live, not feeling our own country beneath us...”
The Little Violinist
“ I will say this in draft, in a whisper...”
Vladimir Mayakovsky
reads actor Aleksandr Smirnov
From the tragedy “Vladimir Mayakovsky”: “ Can you understand this…”
And could you?
Nate!
Lilychka
A violin and a little bit of nerves
From the poem “A Cloud in Trousers”
From the tragedy “Vladimir Mayakovsky”: “ A man with two kisses”
Listen!
That’s how I became a dog
Russia
From the tragedy “Vladimir Mayakovsky”: “ I wrote all this about you…”
Igor Severyanin
reads Honored Artist of the RF Vitaly Egorov
Sonnet
Octaves
Little elegy
Prelude II
It was by the sea
Overture (“The Princess’s Necklace—chords of the lyre…”)
Introduction
Grandiose
My funeral
Kenzel
Habanera III
Epilogue
In the glittering darkness
Poem of shades
Royal rescript
In early-summer autumn-July
Overture (“Pineapples in champagne!”)
Classic roses
And soon there will be…
Velimir Khlebnikov
reads actor Dmitry Pisarenko
“ Where the waxwings lived...”
A spell with laughter
“ The lips were singing bobeobi...”
Grasshopper
“ When horses die — breathes...”
“ I don’t need much!..”
“ Who should tell the tale...”
“ Today again I’ll go...”
Don’t misbehave!
“ Night, full of constellations...”
Self-shooting of love
“ Years, people, and nations...”
Refusal
“ Once again, once again...”
“ If I turn humanity into hours...”
“ Detusa!..”
“ And the black crab on a white plate...”
“ Freedom comes naked...”
Marina Tsvetaeva
reads actress Tatyana Bondarenko
“ To my poems, written so early...”
“ An elongated and solid oval...”
From poems “To Moscow”
“ I will win you back for all lands, from all the skies...”
“ To kiss on the forehead — to erase care...”
“ I’m not an impostor — I came home...”
“ Like a right and left hand...”
“ I wrote on an aspid board...”
“ Yesterday you looked straight into my eyes...”
“ Nailed to the shameful post...”
“ Simple is my posture...”
“ Poems grow like stars and like roses...”
“ What should I do with the blind man and stepson...”
A try at jealousy
Love
“ Distance: versts, miles...”
Garden
“ Longing for the homeland! Long ago...”
From poems to my son
From the book “Swan Camp”: “ On my small dagger: Marina...”
“ Above the little church — blue clouds...”
“ From a strict, stately temple...”
“ When the red-haired impostor...”
“ Grishka-the-thief didn’t spoil your fields...”
“ Harness your kinsmen horses to the sleds...”
Don: “ White Guard, your high road...”
“ Litany goes along the meadows...”
“ Oh, pitiful efforts of impostors!..”
Sasha Cherny
reads actor Dmitry Pisarenko
Into the space
Intellectual
“ Everything in pants cut the same...”
Again
Two desires
Criticism
Overwork
Waking of spring
To the sick
Under a muted note
My novel
“ There were far too many prosecutors!..”
“ Hello, Muse! Want a date fruit?..”
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