1911

1911

A pity about Stolypin, speaking historically

or just sort of mulling it over;

a pity, too, about Bogrov and his hysterically

yap-yapping revolver.

A pity about that policeman. And about that crow

roaming about Bald Mountain.

A pity about the (plucked from the police crew

and pumping too much testosterone)

executioner, since dawn on the vodka –

but the blasted stuff won’t blunt his senses!

From the proboscis of pallid Mordechai

he removes those lenses.

The hangman takes pity on the Jew – let this Yid think

he’s dreaming, in a doze.

You must admit it’s awkward hanging by the neck

a man with a pince-nez on his nose.

(Translation © G.S. Smith) 

 Translator's Note:Dmitry Grigorievich Bogrov (b. 1887), whose birth name was Mordechai Gershkovich Bogrov, was simultaneously an anarchist revolutionary and an agent of the Okhrana (secret police). On 14 September 1911 at a performance in the Kiev Opera House he shot Petr Stolypin, the Russian prime minister, who died four days later. Bogrov was sentenced to death and hanged on 24 September 1911 in the Kiev fortress of Lysa Hora (Bald Mountain). Tsar Nicholas II soon ordered that the investigation into the shooting be discontinued, giving rise to unending speculation about the true motivation for Bogrov’s action. Alexander Solzhenitsyn discusses these events in his historical novel August 1914. Lev Loseff analysed the novel in his essay ‘Russia’s Great Future. Notes on Reading Solzhenitsyn’s August 1914’ (1984), and wrote this poem the same year, adding some details, such as the crow, that are not in Solzhenitsyn’s narrative.

1911

Столыпина жаль, говоря исторически

и просто так, житейским манером,

но жаль и Богрова с его истерически

тявкающим револьвером.

Жалко жандарма. Жалко по Лысой

горе гуляющую ворону.

Жалко доставленного из полиции

с переизбытком тестостерону

душегуба, с утра хватившего водки —

но не берет, да ну ее к псу!

И он снимает с бледного Мордки

стекляшки, торчавшие на носу.

Палач проявляет жалость к еврею —

нехай жиду кажется, что всё во сне.

Да и неловко вешать за шею

человека в пенсне.