How could your young heart not despair at those words, being chastised for hoping life can possibly be anything but disappointment and loss? And sung by some beautiful voice.. I can’t help feel this was almost a punishment written by a bitter soul?
What a lesson guaranteed to strip you of an expectation of happiness….
the thing that I wrote (but then edited)-Bulat Okudzhava was one the most talented, most beloved singers-songwriters. He was very...humane? I couldn't find the word, and I didn't like "humane", so I just took the whole explanation out...very kind, he was.
I'd love to posssess enough talent to attempt to translate his other songs, with much more challenging lyrics. Who knows-maybe I'll get there one day.
I do remember many of his songs by heart still.
I was quite a crybaby too.
I also laughed a lot and couldn't stop sometimes.
Didn't change much. The laughing part somehow...doesn't make it here often as of late.
I hope we all have more reasons to laugh even if one can't stop like idiotic yours truly...or even you know, if not reasons, then small things.
It's so pleasant to see my native Russian in the American surroundings.And Bulat Okudjava! He was our student's bard, somebody always had a guitar and sitting on the steps of our dormitory's staircase, we sang his warm, tender, sometimes satirical or romantic, and always smart Okudjava's song. "We all need one victory, we won't stand for the price," comes to me right now. Thank you so much for such a tender nostalgic theme!
Balloon in the sky. Color of freedom. Leap to new heights. Tears are flowing, but will dry; see the balloon reach destination. Let go.
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Thank you....
thank you for the restack, dear@Lique 🪄
How could your young heart not despair at those words, being chastised for hoping life can possibly be anything but disappointment and loss? And sung by some beautiful voice.. I can’t help feel this was almost a punishment written by a bitter soul?
What a lesson guaranteed to strip you of an expectation of happiness….
Thank you, dear Patris
the thing that I wrote (but then edited)-Bulat Okudzhava was one the most talented, most beloved singers-songwriters. He was very...humane? I couldn't find the word, and I didn't like "humane", so I just took the whole explanation out...very kind, he was.
I'd love to posssess enough talent to attempt to translate his other songs, with much more challenging lyrics. Who knows-maybe I'll get there one day.
I do remember many of his songs by heart still.
I was quite a crybaby too.
I also laughed a lot and couldn't stop sometimes.
Didn't change much. The laughing part somehow...doesn't make it here often as of late.
I hope we all have more reasons to laugh even if one can't stop like idiotic yours truly...or even you know, if not reasons, then small things.
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Thank you so very much for the restack, @Sandra Dingler
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Thank you so very much for the restack, @Pamela Leavy...Substack still doesn't let me leave a comment under Notes...
It's so pleasant to see my native Russian in the American surroundings.And Bulat Okudjava! He was our student's bard, somebody always had a guitar and sitting on the steps of our dormitory's staircase, we sang his warm, tender, sometimes satirical or romantic, and always smart Okudjava's song. "We all need one victory, we won't stand for the price," comes to me right now. Thank you so much for such a tender nostalgic theme!
💫🩵Thank you...
Thank you for reading Wrong Country, I wanted to mention here. I am so grateful! Larisa
Thank you for writing, really. I love reading it
..thank you so much for the restack, dear @Paul Wittenberger🪄
Poem #2
Is it true that I left
No, we’re just playing hide and seek
Move your fingers away from your eyes
Look at me and smile
I suppose you left
No, we’re just playing hide and seek
I am counting, facing the wall in my old alley
Counting loudly by tens
And like a rainbow, days are bright
To be easier to find yourself
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and-it was a proverbial leaf..
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..big thank you for the restack, dear Patris 🪄