Andrei Bely (Russian: Андре́й Бе́лый) was the pseudonym of Boris Nikolaevich Bugaev (October 26 [O.S. October 14] 1880, Moscow – January 8, 1934, Moscow), a Russian novelist, poet, theorist, and literary critic. His novel Petersburg was regarded by Vladimir Nabokov as one of the four greatest novels of the twentieth century.
Boris Bugaev was born into a prominent intellectual family. His father, Nikolai Bugaev, was a leading mathematician who is regarded as a founder of the Moscow school of mathematics. His mother was not only highly intelligent but a famous society beauty, and the focus of considerable ... more »
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Andrei Belyi Poems
In The Mountains
The mountains wear wedding wreaths. I am ecstatic, young. In my mountains I feel A cleansing chill.
Beyond The Sun
The world-gold sunset is ablaze with fire, Having pierced through with radiant airiness, above the peaceful cornfield it set fire to crosses
Poet, - you are not understood by people. Your eyes do not shine lightheartedly. Your eyes are raised to the heavens:
1 The sunset pierced through the tops of the trees with yellow-crimson light.
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In The Mountains
The mountains wear wedding wreaths.
I am ecstatic, young.
In my mountains I feel
A cleansing chill.
A gray-haired hunchback climbs
Up to me on my cliff,
Bringing a gift of pineapples
From nurseries underground.
He dances in bright scarlet,
Singing praises to azure,
Kicking up with his beard
A whirlwind of snow-silver storms.
He sings out
In a deep bass:
Flings a pineapple
To the heavens.
And describing an arc,
Lighting up the landscape,
The pineapple descends, shining,
Casting off golden dew