Włodzimierz Wysocki - Rosyjskie kopułyВладимир Высоцкий - Купола (1975)(Посвящается Михаилу Шемякину)Vladimir Vysotsky - Song about Russia (Cupola)What will I enjoy today, what will be pestering?The air's thick before the storm, thick with bale.What'll be pleasant for me to sing, good for hearing?Prophetic birds are singing - yet all out of a tale!The bird of Sirin is joyfully grinning,Calling me to come, invites - be a host.On the other side a birdie is grieving:Hurting soul of mine is odd Alkanost.As if seven cherished stringsHave started singing one by one -It is Gamayun bringsHope to someone.In the blue sky pierced up by bell - towers -There a brass bell tolls, a brass bell tolls!Either overjoyed or crossed has it got?Gold plated domes in Russia are just showers:For more often to be noticed by the God.I stand in front of would be eternal mystery,In front of the great and an improbable land,Which is salted and sweet - sour - bitterly,Blue-skied, fresh sprigged and rye sensed.Squelching through the mud, fatty moreover,The horses are sinking stirrups deep,Yet they're dragging me by the sloppy power,Which is swollen, limped, tired of a sleep.As if seven holy moonsAre rising over my way -It's the bird of GamajunAssures for what I pray!My soul put out by losses and ventures,The soul rubbed by cascades of mishmashes -If the blood would appear through its skin, -Will be patched up by me with gold patches -By the Lord for more often to be seen...__________________________© Vyacheslav Chistyakov. Translation, 2009Autorzy obrazów:A.F.Jakowlewicz, A.Sawrasow, W.Surikow, I.Szyszkin, W.Maksimowicz, J.Chełmoński, A.Wierusz-Kowalski, I.Riepin, A.Rublow, W.Wasniecow