Odnazhdy my pod-vecher oba
Stoyali na starom mostu.
Skazhi mne, sprosil ya, do groba
Zapomnish' von lastochku tu?
I ty otvechala: eshchyo by!
I kak my zaplakali oba,
Kak vskriknula zhizn' na letu!
Do zavtra, naveki, do groba,
Odnazhdy na starom mostu . . .
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excerpt from ADA:
His reversed body
gracefully curved, his brown legs hoisted like a Tarentine sail, his joined
ankles tacking, Van gripped with splayed hands the brow of gravity, and moved to
and fro, veering and sidestepping (...) but that summer afternoon, on the silky
ground of the pineglade, in the magical heart of Ardis, under Lady Erminin’s
blue eye, fourteen-year-old Van treated us to the greatest performance we have
ever seen a brachiambulant give. Not the faintest flush showed on his face or
neck! Now and then, when he detached his organs of locomotion from the lenient
ground, and seemed actually to clap his hands in midair, in a miraculous parody
of a ballet jump, one wondered if this dreamy indolence of levitation was not a
result of the earth’s canceling its pull in a fit of absentminded
benevolence.
Questions for study
and discussion: 1...;
2...; 3. Why did
Thank you,
Jansy