Author of quotes: Margarita Iosifovna Aliger



He spent in the evacuation of the wife with the younger son at the beginning of the war, returned to Moscow and worked day and night. One hundred and fifty "Window TASS" written, and "the Truth" hardly a day went into that first year without the satirical poems of Marshak. He stayed in the apartment on Chkalov street, at Kursk station, with his old long Secretary, Rosalia Ivanovna. She selflessly helped him in his work, and in the absence of the family've been courting it. Rozaliya Ivanovna - may it rest in peace! - she did not long survive Samuil - always-matched, neat, businesslike and gruff old Riga was German. At first, she came into the family like a teacher of the younger son, but when the boy grew up and went to school, stayed to help on the farm. She performed some secretarial tasks. Being completely alone, she moved after Murakami from Leningrad to Moscow. At the beginning of the war, when Moscow was deported all citizens of German origin, the same fate expected and Rosalia Ivanovna, but Samuil did not allow this, although to achieve such exclusion, to ensure that the law of war has not touched one person, it was essentially impossible. However, Marshak spent a lot of time and effort, turned the mountain and achieved the impossible. Rozaliya Ivanovna remained in Moscow, in his apartment near the Kursk railway station. But remained Marshak Marshak, and not just pious man, and when almost every night on the radio announced an air RAID, he was knocked to her room with the same text: "Rozaliya Ivanovna! Your here!" Rozaliya Ivanovna offended, inflated, covered with red spots and started something unintelligible grumbling under his breath, but nothing could help her - the nightly scene was faithfully repeated. They have a lot of very funny quarreled, these two.



Explanation of the quote:

"I thought I felt, I lived." Memories of the S. Y. Marshak. "Sovetskiy pisatel", 1971.
Margarita Aliger "the House on Chkalov".
Quote Explanation: Margarita Aliger "House on Chkalovskaya".
№ 385616   Added MegaMozg 06-01-2020 / 09:26
Please,
though often snish me.
So much fun becoming in a dream,
so nice
like was not there
piled on each each years
piled on top of each other troubles,
with which we opened the borders
of earth and sky,
truth and lies,
the steep, on which is reared,
like horses, hoisted our two fates,
and you,
looking back at me
not reined in the horse jerked.
Quote Explanation: 1967.
№ 385006   Added MegaMozg 23-12-2019 / 18:32
Morning. In a solar flare, thunder,
Full of songs and words of love
The day as a whole life, a huge,
Suffocate, rush, live!
№ 288999   Added MegaMozg 04-06-2017 / 15:39
I am in the centuries
Exiled from home by the war,
Go with a baby
Someone else's wooded side,
To know the way to the end,
A SIP of cold, heat, dust,
And cry drops of lead,
Which killed you.
№ 286464   Added MegaMozg 10-05-2017 / 07:49
The bells of Rome
seems indefatigable, -
all neistovy tide
waves coming through.
But suddenly a moment will come.
He runs out, he will be tired
stop, cool down,
like water, somewhere to subside,
and rolled somewhere
rumble latest rumble, -
in the earth or in heaven?
And will emerge from the flood
Rome, Italy, Europe
small space sushi
the human soul,
their movements, their awe,
a woman crying and baby talk,
the roar of the engines and step on the spot
the sound of water and the grinding of the sheet,
bird fair suburbs,
cute life voice.
№ 269851   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21
The bells of Rome
it seems almost visible, -
it floats, thick and fluffy,
it grows as a lush Bush.
The bells of Rome
mixed with soot and smoke
and with the Latin blue, -
it swirls like a living person.
Like a river breaking a dam,
he gets everywhere
flooding, jamming, drowns
destiny, fate and experience
will, actions and thoughts,
human noises
and are overwhelmed by Rome
copper floods his.
№ 269850   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21
When you walk the lightning and the thunder,
when the storm engulfing the house
warm bed, in a vague half-dream
the same muffled in my dreams.
As if I'm lying on the seabed,
laced with silt and sand -
and no movement and roads
and no decisions, and alarms
and no thoughts, no thoughts,
and me larger than life noise
and I do so with great water...
And, my God, how I want then
in the world of eternal battle, unrest and labor,
in the fortieth year of cute!
№ 269849   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21
Someone fall in battle?
And if I?
What I remember
and what will be forgotten,
listening to dear earth,
not believing in the death,
stubbornly believing the miracle.
And if I?
Still not rust
the bayonet in the rain
not to erode the trail,
when my companions to sing
with me together win.
To hear it I
through the course of the guns,
through the last chill of the dark...
Still eating ice cream people
and sold wet flowers.
Was the car
took the horn.
Carries the morning
the new smell of the bread
and clear the cloud melts the snow
puddles of blue sky.
№ 269848   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21
We were born
in the fifteenth year,
my twenty year old guys.
Barely meeting the first spring,
not recognized dead fathers,
we got up
in the penultimate war,
in the last war
become fighters.
№ 269847   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21
The beginning of the day
rises in the window frame.
The whole city smells of ripe fruits.
Under the Windows guys run to class.
And I don't run and go,
sometimes get tired at work.
And I'm not friends with these,
they call me "aunt".
But do not think
if I'm sad.
No!
I go silent and happy,
and surely out of tune whistle
latest movies easy explanation.
Go for a walk
and the rain will wait
in the grocery store or bakery in the city.
№ 269846   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21
What a fall!
Gave far.
Flowing sky
the ground reflecting.
Taking melanoctye bulls
heavy carts harvest.
And I'm in such a fall was born.
№ 269845   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21
The Lieutenant of twenty-six
years, I'm sorry
for the fact that two and twenty-six
in the world I was and is.
Forgive me, forgive me
for every bright day,
which of these holidays is doubly
to celebrate happened to me.
But if twice as many days
it is, therefore, doubly difficult,
and began to be used I
doubly frustrating and scary.
And here comes that again
no impossible to understand
that age,
once again,
who was taken from us?
What Taichi:
the goods live hard feelings
grave or weed?
You don't answer - you're dead.
I don't answer - I'm alive.
Quote Explanation: One thousand nine hundred sixty eight
№ 269844   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21
And though it is not visible because of the hat,
what in the abyss it goes
but I like autumn, feel the sunset
trembling in vechereyuschim nature.
Quote Explanation: One thousand nine hundred thirty eight
№ 269843   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21
I remember walking around spring
its impalpable gait
and melt away like a light trail oars
does not keep up with the boat.
The sunsets were simpler and clearer,
carelessly set fire to water
but were they not afraid of the spring,
mighty indisputable sunrise.
And now the sun slowly slips,
dispelling the bitter clarity,
as if from afar he faces
nothing imminent danger.
Quote Explanation: One thousand nine hundred thirty eight
№ 269842   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21
Do you have autumn good!
Easy toss of her head without a hat,
pass me an alley, Ted
dry leaves in crimson heaps.
In a clear and trembling peace
trustingly holding hands
freeze would have on the meandering river,
looking to clear islucky.
Blessed is the slowness of the fall rivers.
Water runs, even in her paint live,
but all of it already, as man,
lost aspirations and impulses.
Quote Explanation: One thousand nine hundred thirty eight
№ 269841   Added MegaMozg 19-01-2017 / 13:21