Among the Kolyma
Hills,
As if a boiling tub,
Soars теплоутечками settlement Kadykchan
When fifty degrees
And all zero,
That the Lord and a devil the forgotten earth.
There air полусжиженный rustles,
Cловно sand,
There sounds pointed
Beat bullets in a temple,
There full calm a bewitching deceit
And five tens degrees,
Wrapped up in a fog …
(A.Tsivka, 2001г.)
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In fiftieth year,
When was small Kadykchan,
Convicts here extracted ore,
And the escort guarded them at night …
From different places of the immense country
Under contracts, sets and so
To change shape of all Kolyma
Went люд to create forever …
Here then, on "Old" half-hundred years ago
Районо the order has announced:
To Kadykchansky kiddies, their whole group,
To open school!
And means has extracted.
Every year from last fifty,
At school the call … again is distributed
And the teacher grew wiser – поколенья raised.
Unprecedented your work – our lesson.
My teacher permanent, my friend road!
So to you many to tell I want …
In significant day, this year gold,
You are prize-winners! To you all on a shoulder.
Let the star conducts you and the trouble bypasses!
Time in memory let will keep
Kadykchansky people, labour year …
Our fidelity let will protect you!
The author was printed in the local
To the newspaper "Miner of the North".
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I love you, my friends, girlfriends,
Friends of friends, and it is simple fellow countrymen!
I gently, carefully compress your hands.
Well and space, time – trifles!
To me it is good that all of you exists!
And my feeling is not a deceit!
I love you! The memory world so is light!
To me warms soul of Kadykchan!
Buryatiya – with a taiga, pitch, Baikal -
Blows up heart, overflows!
And the Moscow suburbs the native land to me became,
Of love – it is full! Handfuls collect!
I love you, my friends, girlfriends,
Friends of friends, and it is simple fellow countrymen!
I gently, carefully compress your hands.
Well and space, time – trifles!
Olga Kralina
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All of us in some measure visitors
On God брошеной to the earth
We curse it sometimes from a rage
Though the life has passed on Kolyma
For a rain for snow and for a fog
For all misfortunes and a hardship
That far we live from mums
And for the ruined years
For that that in the summer mosquitoes
In winter – snowstorm and frosts
That in May there is no still a heat
And in parks mimosas do not blossom
We scold for that that Kolyma
For that we scold for it
What is the months winter
And the rest like summer
And here прийдет it is time to leave
To tell the last … farewell
Also there are no more lovely on light brothers
Than grown fond to us edge
Where in the morning grey fogs
Float over the head
And a spike over a roof of Magadan
Costs as the eternal sentry
Where at sea gate wide
As though a fantastic palace
Not man-made lonely
Over a bay the Stone Wreath
There roll waves with a wind arguing
And the terrible storm replaces a breeze
There rocks wild over the sea
Are directed somewhere up
There hills proud tops
Glint in the sun a whiteness
And violent greens of a valley
Hardly it is audible are whispered by foliage
And nights of the North сиянье!
Who has seen them that will understand
The terrestrial is audible in them дыханье
In them in the world of imagination flight
The Earth other such I do not know
Winter – so snow to the utmost
Open space - so endlessly and edges
I have grown heart to the north
But hour прийдет motors will roar
Below there will be a fog
Native snow open spaces
And memory of heart Magadan.
Has published Dmitry Belozyor
(From group on a site Schoolmates)
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KOLYMA
There, where North country, there, where a hill Morzhot,
Where the river Bereleh on распадку flows,
Among an ancient taiga, for горою Darpir
Серебрится in snow my lost world.
There where frosts crack, there lights colour,
There once for a long time I was on light.
There was time another and the people were another,
It has been sent to understand there with a taiga,
Not of its beauty to eulogise, sing, -
On a river valley золотишко to search.
There кайло on a pebble rings
Also destroys аммонал a frozen ground and a granite.
Edge непуганых birds, комариный flight,
Where the cloudberries with a bilberry blossom on hills,
Only axes, yes кострищев smokes knock,
Yes токует a wood-grouse about a dope of Kolyma.
Reserved calm, reserved solitude
Over tombs of thousand ruined souls.
And the river Bereleh is cold and easy
In spangle streams bears a gold dust
And in the kindness, with простотою the terrestrial
It is visible that gold has shared with me.
All has passed, only memory is light and silent
Suddenly will flash, sometimes, золотинкой a verse.
31.05.2006г.
The author: Resnjansky Century
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ON THE MINE …
And at night on the star sky
I have measured road home
And feet obstinately on a trace
Conducted on a track behind the river.
And in the same place, in the distance, for распадком
Kuriles Kadykchan between fires,
Where toiled with a life unsweetened
From half-thousand different people …
Three hundreds houses and barracks.
On the area – the stone Leader.
And two uncomfortable продмага,
Yes a pool both in dryness and during a rain.
Dining room with бочкою beer
And with пеною in a mug on third.
And paws having lifted proudly,
At an input, at a palm tree – a bear.
Bottles with a soaring deer
Bear on веленью hands.
And a bowl of fragrant pelmeni,
And хариуса from the river …
And we, gradually becoming tipsy,
From spirit and nourishing meal,
Gave verses, without being sorry
Also sang without the third string …
And the Fate smiled to us
In proveins of quartzitic rocks.
Burnt in reflexion lunar
In hot palms metal.
Burnt, as constellation of Vega
In the confused star Worlds,
In a circle of Kadykchansky snow,
On бурундуковых hills.
Галачьянц (Galich) Pavel
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… And the sun made the way through a fog,
Floating over human heads,
Magadan said goodbye to me,
Said goodbye silently, silently, not words.
And what for words are necessary to it,
It us and so perfectly understands,
To remain does not call, does not console
And some tears does not wipe to anybody.
The best friends said goodbye to me,
Also was so it is insulting and it is ridiculous,
What to be late with them to me it is impossible
For the summer, though for the summer.
In that city, where a wind the running start
Beret in trees, wet from a fog,
Where it seems that in a white veil-not Magadan,
And a phantom of Magadan.
I, can, here have lived not how could,
Not everyone has executed обещанье,
And thousand not passed roads
Will not feel my foot касанье.
Farewell, farewell, the Kolyma earth,
You already the I do not name
Also I depart, silently I depart,
With itself your particle carrying away.
Arina Gerus has published
(From group on a site Schoolmates)
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«Postoj the pilot».
The postoj pilot do not get motors,
Allow to take pleasure in air Kolyma
Last time to throw an eye of mountain,
Which then will dream me.
To hear, as sings the Kolyma wind
And larches dance in unison
As northern sun brightly shines
Looking out because of dark blue mountains
To admire beauty unique
To feel taiga breath
And to make by the ground native, favourite
Last sad steps.
You can not understand, judge I will not be,
Soul and heart are torn to pieces,
From расставанья, as from a terrible flour
And from прощанья with a melancholy smell.
I know that hasten that the schedule strict
The dispatcher all flies into a rage,
Дружище wait at all much
After all to the native land I say goodbye for ever.
Seconds will fly by, motors will roar,
And a course you will take on the south, to Krasnodar,
Having left behind a board a taiga and mountains
You only will not leave me there.
Has published Sementsov E.A.
(From group on a site Schoolmates)
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I like to listen to whisper of stars, in a frost for fifty
Only for a threshold you will thumb a nose, icicles in a moment hang
And silence, noise дыханья the is only audible
You will look – streets are empty, it is not visible anybody
Nobody wishes to leave the house
In такй the frost желанья is not present to wander at anybody
Only sometimes in that silence you will hear a scratch of steps
Who that has crossed road and was there and then that
Stop and look back, what beauty
In the north only there can be such here places
Three sun shine in height and the silence sings
Who did not happen here never, that will not understand me
Snow pure as if silver, has covered all this edge
Прийдёт the spring, will thaw snow, here again there will come paradise
All will turn green around, all for couple of days
And at once Kolyma becomes more beautiful also relatives
Here hearts, characters of people become tempered
Also you will not find on all earth a place more beautifully
Here people not a couple other, прйдут to the aid of YOU
And we store in heart as the password a word – Magadan.
Has published A.Kornilov
(From group on a site Schoolmates)
Адыгалах
While I wrote verses –
Not one tear has fallen.
It was possible to endure all,
Tears has much spilt.
The husband was given assignment
In road management.
Here to you and «Oh!» And «Ah!» -» -
Settlement that Adygalah.
Only as we have started to live,
Ленинградца have met,
By miracle survived, live,
It went home.
In ГУЛаге since 37th year
The director of large factory.
Also it has told about a life,
Helped as to Fatherland.
As "enemies" they here lived,
Fairly to the Native land served.
«Kolyma – a piece of Fatherland,
Also we should give lives,
Let of advantage it is full
There will be a life, it one …
The front should be helped –
It is a lot of gold to give ».
Kolyma – not mother native,
And the malicious stepmother very evil.
Even full in that frost
Will not thumb here the nose.
Entirely road drifts
Mine prevented to feed,
And bloody diarrheas without medicines
Destiny solved.
All in the Union starved,
In camps underate.
A day in camps, happened,
Thirty convicts died.
The derevjanko-general
Nutrition units checked,
Itself, others checked,
But production did not steal.
And that here was to steal –
Was not in a copper what to put.
And death it was not diminished –
Even more increased.
Only Kolyma knows
However it is full of death.
The pleasure has joined our family –
Here the sonny was born to Sasha.
The husband idolised me,
And a sonny so loved!
At early age to it
It was necessary to learn all Kolyma.
Much did not understand,
Because it was small.
The author: Gukova Elena
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