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Nekrasov was a Russian poet and journalist. His first collection of poems - Dreams and Sounds was published in 1840. His second collection The Poems of Nikolay Nekrasov (1856) brought him great success.
In 1847-1866 he held the post of the editor-publisher of the magazine "Sovremennik" ("Contemporary"). His writings represented the life of common people of cities, the life of Russian peasantry, and the destiny of Russian women. His poems Red-Nosed Frost Grandfather (1864), Russian Women (1871-1872), Who lives happy in the Russia(1866-1876).
Nekrasov's poetry was closely connected with folklore and had a great influence upon the Russian literature. ... more »
Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov Poems
I shall soon fall prey to rot.
Though it's hard to die, it's good to die;
I shall ask for no one's pity,
And there's no one who would pity me.... more »
You're unhappy, sick at heart:
Oh, I know it-here such sickness isn't rare.
Nature can but mirror
The surrounding poverty.... more »
We stand unbroken in our places,
Our shovels dare to take no rest,
For not in vain his golden treasure
God buried deep in earth's dark breast.... more »
Letter of love so strangely thrilling
With all your countless wonder yet,
Though Time our heart's hot fires have mastered,... more »
Hearing the terrors of the war, sore troubled,
By each new victim of the combat torn--
Nor friend, nor wife I give my utmost pity,... more »
Farewell! Forget the days of trial,
Of grudge, ill humor, misery--
Tempests of heart and floods of weeping,
And the revengeful jealousy.... more »
How blessed's the good-natured poet,
With little bile and much emotion:
All lovers of the gentle arts
Send him sincerest greetings;... more »
The Love Letter
Letter of love so strangely thrilling
With all your countless wonder yet,
Though Time our heart's hot fires have mastered,
Bringing a pang of pained regret!
The while your blest receiver holds you,
His banished passions still rebel,
No longer reason sacrifices
His sentiment,--so then farewell!
Destroyed be this love-token treasured!
For if 'tis read when time has flown,
Deep in the buried soul 'twill waken
The torment vanished days have known.
At first but a light scorn arousing
For silly childishness,--at last
With fiery yearning overwhelming,
And ...
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