Biography of Lyudmila Purgina
I'm from Russia Urals.
You could see my russian poems and translations on the russian site
Lyudmila Purgina Poems
I Am Reading And Reading...
I am reading and reading and reading, I am searching for truth in the words... They are different: some of them chilling, Some are pretty, the other are cold.
A.Pushkin, Ruslan And Lyudmila. Prologue...
There is the oak-tree in Lukomorye; A golden chain is twisted over it: And day and night a skilfull cat is going So constantly round the tree;
N.Zabolotsky, The Unbeautiful Girl - Tra...
The unbeautiful girl by Nikolai Zabolotzky Among the other playing children she
M.Gorky, The Song About A Stormy Petrel ...
The song about a stormy petrel By Maxim Gorky
A.Pushkin, Winter Morning - Translation ...
It's frost and sun; the day is fine! You still are drowsing, my friend - But, dear Beauty, it is time To wake up, and your eyes unveil
S.Yesenin, A Letter To Woman - Translati...
By Sergei Yesenin Thee'd recollect, Thee'd recollect this surely,
O.Mandelstam, Leningrad - Translation (R...
Leningrad by Osip Mandelstam I've returned to my town, my native, to tears,
V.Mayakovsky, Lilichka! - Translation (R...
The smoke of sigarettes has emptied the air. The room - takes my head to the circling hell. Remember - behind this window for the first time, excited I was stroking fervently your hands.
S.Yesenin, You Don'T Love Me... - Transl...
You don't love me, and at least, don't care... Am I beautiful a little, dear girl? You're, without looking straight in my face, Going faint, just putting hand on shoulder.
A.Blok, Autumn Dances - Translation (Rus...
By Alexander Alexandrovich Blok translated from russian To excite me again and again -
A.Akhmatova, I Remember You Rarely - Tra...
By Anna Akhmatova I remember you so rarely... Your fate doesn't mean something to me.
A.Delvig, Nightingale Mine - The Romance...
By Anton Delvig * he was the good friend of A.Pushkin Nightingale mine, a nightingale. Vociferous nightingale.
R.Rozhdestvensky, When I Did Love - Tra...
When I did love... By Robert Rozhdestvensky From the poem 'Before your coming'
A.Parin - G.Da Lentini - A Vison - Trans...
A Vision gives me a light step, A glorious Vision multiplies my hopes, A Vision never stops caressing - A vision marvellous excites my thoughts.
The pen is only the instrument
For me to open the door
To other Worlds, that I sincerely
Try to reflect and save in store
Of words and letters,
The soul matter...