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Dear friends! We continue to work with the works of Nekrasov, and today we would like to introduce you to one of the poet’s darkest poems. “Morning” is the apotheosis of despair and moral exhaustion. But this despair is more than just the reaction of one “spoiled intellectual.” Behind the pain of these lines are shameful squares, endless floggings, the complacency of bureaucrats and other confusion of the mid-19th century. ⁂ You are sad, your soul suffers: I believe — it’s no wonder there is no need to suffer here. Here, nature itself is in cahoots with the poverty that surrounds us. Infinitely sad and pitiful Are these pastures, fields, meadows, These wet, sleepy jackdaws That sit on top of a haystack; This nag with a drunken peasant, Running at a gallop with difficulty Into the distance, hidden by blue fog, This cloudy sky… It’s enough to make you cry! But the rich city is no more beautiful: The same clouds are running across the sky; It’s terrifying for the nerves — with an iron shovel They are now scraping the pavement there. Work begins everywhere; The fire was announced from the watchtower; Someone was taken to the shameful square — the executioners are already waiting there. A prostitute hurries home at dawn, leaving her bed; Officers in a hired carriage Gallop out of town: there will be a duel. The traders wake up together And hurry to sit down at their counters: They need to measure all day long, So that they can eat well in the evening. Listen! Cannons thunder from the fortress! A flood threatens the capital… Someone has died: Anna lies on a red pillow of the First Degree. The janitor beats the thief — he’s caught! They drive a flock of geese to the slaughter; Somewhere on the top floor a shot rang out — someone committed suicide… ⁂ Our website: https://lenincrew.com ⁂ Lenin Crew on Telegram: https://t.me/lenin_crew ⁂ You can help us: Subscribe to Boosty – https://boosty.to/lenincrew/donate One-time donation to ???? ЮMoney – https://yoomoney.ru/to/4100118571213181 Transfer to ???? Sberbank card 4276 4900 4508 7345 #LC_Culture #poetry #culture