CHULPON, one of the victims of repressions of the thirtieth in the former USSR, very gifted poet and writer, supporter of enlightenment, author of the novel "Night and Day". He had several books of poetry and fiction to his credit, including "Spring" (1922), "Renaissance" (1923) and "Secrets of dawn". Chulpon was shot along with his friends on October 4, 1938.
BEAUTY
I look at sky at night in darks,
And ask you from the brightest star.
That star inclining head remarks:
"I always dream of her afar.
In my dream she pretty thus --
Finer than the Moon and us!"
Straight I sight to where moon rise,
From the moon to ask I start.
It says: "I met in dream so nice,
With a beauty that in white.
Wrapping up with white so pretty
Than the sun and me, such beauty!"
When by me with hanged hairs, I question ask the morning breeze
Tells it: "Once I see, lose stairs,
Still looking for in stone, trees.
Once I've seen, she's so attractive,
More than moon and sun, much active!"
It having left, the sun comes shiny,
Asking for you I entreat.
It runs away to hide, so shyly,
Says: "In actual I've met."
In my witness she is charming,
More than moon and sun, such darling.
Poor man, how fall in love me,
For her sake I was inflamed.
Gave my head to deal so lovely,
And for what so long I aimed?
Thus she's bonny that I fondle,
More than moon and sun, best angel!!!
SOUL
What is this, my heart, why such
With the fetters made you friends?
Neither wail you have nor much
Of the cry, and slowly sense.
Abuse will never hurt a soul,
Baseness does forever leave?
When will broken be all hobble,
Swords are cut, but who believes?
You're alive, not passed away,
You're a man, you - human be,
Refuse the fetters, don't obey,
In fact, you also were born free!
HOBBLE (CHAIN)
Hobble, ulcers in my body 've not been treated yet this moment,
Spots of iron fingers wholly leaving not still bear torment.
You have such embrace so awful, cold like and not so greedy,
Every leaf of people's story may appear blemish bloody.
Each of eyes non-closed, fury makes anger to one nation,
From one fastener only ever whole of world gets mental tension.
Many years with padlock ever wanting freedom stayed I banded
To get rid off you in every chance of stagger I intended.
Hobble, stain that in my body has not taken yet its treatment,