young ladies with folded hands Vasily Ivanovich Surikov (1848-1916)

Суриков Василий Иванович – Биография http://www.art-drawing.ru/biographies/brief-biographies/1421-vasily-surikov

THE SOUL OF RUSSIA

Impossible to imagine or conceive...
Through relics and monasteries,
It stands, radiant like amber,
Glorifying the ethereal dawns spirit.
And around it, a frenetic metropolis –
Your life, hidden within it.
You bought bread, but forgot propolis –
A spray of movement burns with intense heat.
The cells of life are filled with emptiness,
And TV is like a descent into an underground layer
Of existence – just as mundane as everyday life:
I have forgotten myself on the second level.
Gentle, it shimmers like amber silver,
It flows like gold from the heavens –
Yes, I dream of the soul of Russia,
And I am included in it as a part.
Victory and defeat are united,
Where one exists, so will the other.
All ideas are now stale –
I do not want to belong to any of them.
Impossible to imagine or conceive,
As Andreyev called it.
I want to praise its silence,
That which comes from the beginning.
Money builds towering structures,
Money confuses words today.
People make money, they are mad,
Forgetting that truth is right.
Gentle soul, embracing
Knowledge of the essence of destinies,
Of universal fate.
But it scares me,
That I cant afford bread again.
So, existing in contrasts,
You forget about the soul of the country.
Instead of a garden – in any given moment
We are involved by our own fault.

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