Honour & Love - Nikolay gumilev, English subtitles

Honour & Love - Poems by Nikolay Gumilev the "Near the fireplace" /У камина/ and the "Saint George" /Георгий Победлносец/ with English subtitles, the Known Russian poet N. Gumilev in addition was one of Russian officers of volunteers in Abyssinia of Menelik II, only such an intellectual poet like N Gumilev was able to be so elegantly cultural in art. I hope this rare translation will be pleasant and will interest for the intellectual amateurs of poetry in the world. Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilev was an influential Russian poet, literary critic,researcher, traveler, and military officer. He was first husband of Anna Akhmatova and father of historian, ethnologist Lev Gumilev. Nikolay Gumilev tragically died as a result of unjustified repression and political intrigue Trotsky associated with the British influence in 1921.

>> Going with a song in battle, Without fear before the leaden rain. You leads the Holy George - Winged and wise warlord. Flaming sword strikes Amid the horror and fire. How terrible beating hoofs, His horse like snow... He is also the song to sings - About is the glory and triumph. And soldiers who are in battle to fall, Hear the his song. They will hear in the last hour, Thunder like victorious voice. In their pupils of fading eyes, Shines the eternal light! The shadow was approachingů The fire was burning out, He was standing alone with his hands on his chest, Fixing his eyes into the distance, Saying bitter words about his melancholy: ĹI made my way deep into unknown lands My caravan was going for eighty days; Chain of fearsome mountains, forest, and sometimes Some strange towns in the distance, And time and again in the silence of night Strange howling reached the camp. We cut down woods, we dug ditches, In the evenings lions approached us. But there were no faint-hearted souls amidst us We were shooting them leveling between eyes. I disinterred an ancient temple from under the sand, And they named the river in my name. And five big tribes in the country lakes So believed me, adopt my laws, But now I am weak as if I am in a dream, And my soul is sick, painfully sick; I experienced what fear is When they immured me in four walls; Even rifle luster and waves lapping Are not able to tear this chainůĹ And hiding malicious triumph in her eyes, A woman in the corner was listening to him!