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*[[No, it is not a migraine, but pass me a pencil of menthol]] ''[[en.wp:1931|1931]]'' | *[[No, it is not a migraine, but pass me a pencil of menthol]] ''[[en.wp:1931|1931]]'' | ||
*[[Do you remember runners in]] ''[[en.wp:1932|1932]]'' ''Translated by [[Dmitri Smirnov]]'' | *[[Do you remember runners in]] ''[[en.wp:1932|1932]]'' ''Translated by [[Dmitri Smirnov]]'' | ||
*[[Stalin Epigram]] ''[[en.wp:1933| | *[[Stalin Epigram]] ''[[en.wp:1933|1933]]'' ''Translated by [[Dmitri Smirnov]]'' | ||
*[[Octets]] ''[[en.wp:1932|1932]]'' – ''[[en.wp:1935|1935]]'' ''Translated by [[Dmitri Smirnov]]'' | *[[Octets]] ''[[en.wp:1932|1932]]'' – ''[[en.wp:1935|1935]]'' ''Translated by [[Dmitri Smirnov]]'' | ||
:I. [[I love the uprise of a texture (1)|I love the uprise of a texture… (1)]] | :I. [[I love the uprise of a texture (1)|I love the uprise of a texture… (1)]] | ||
Revision as of 22:50, 7 March 2008
| ← The Poems 1921-1925 (Mandelstam) | The Moscow Notebooks written by Osip Mandelstam |
The Voronezh Notebooks → |
| See also Poems. "The Moscow Notebooks" are dated from October 1930 to February 1934. In Russian: Московские тетради (Мандельштам) |
Contents
- O, we are so afraid, I and you 1930
- Help me, The Lord, to live through the night 1931
- My eyelashes are stinging. A tear has taken a fancy to the chest… — Колют ресницы. В груди прикипела слеза… 1931 Translated by Richard Shaw
- For the resounding glory of ages to come… ("The Wolf") — За гремучую доблесть грядущих веков… («Волк») 1931 Translated by Richard Shaw
- No, it is not a migraine, but pass me a pencil of menthol 1931
- Do you remember runners in 1932 Translated by Dmitri Smirnov
- Stalin Epigram 1933 Translated by Dmitri Smirnov
- Octets 1932 – 1935 Translated by Dmitri Smirnov
- I. I love the uprise of a texture… (1)
- II. I love the uprise of a texture… (2)
- III. O butterfly, O Moslem-woman…
- IV. The tiny appendage of the sixth sense…
- V. Overcoming the firmness of nature…
- VI. When, after destroying the sketches…
- VII. And Schubert on the water, and Mozart in the bird's hubbub…
- VIII. And the toothed paw of the maple…
- IX. Tell me, Desert Draftsman...
- X. From needle-shaped pestilential glasses...
- XI. And I go out from space…