By Yevgeny Yevtushenko
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A senora of uncertain age burst through the police cordon to kiss the tire's greasy track. "Viva Generalissimo! " the crowd roared, choking on the joy of seeing Generalissimo Franco-who in the opinion of all left-thinking Spaniards (their mouths were gagged by prison or censorship), was the murderer of Lorca, the executioner of the young Spanish republic, a spider who had enveloped the country in a web of censorship, a clever dealer in beaches, museums, corridas, castanets, and souvenir Don Quixotes.
Now the whole planet is an execution block, 28 and like typhus-bearing fleas shivers of fear go crawling about the world. " A poet in our age is the age itself. All the countries are like wounds on his body. The poet is an ocean cemetery for everyone, those in bronze and those unknown. The poet is despised by the people when out of pitiful conceit he betrays the poor for his own profit and eats at the expense of the hungry. The poet understands in all times that each age is ruthless, that immortality is doomed to be part of war as long as oppression is immortal.
Ll The Kolyma River: in cold and in fever beautiful river, infamous river. The Kolyma River roars and jumps, 52 a liquid grave for inmates of the camps. One night under a random roof in Siberia I find Paris, chic and aloof. I rub my eyes, is this really true? Oui? It's "French Week" on the local TV. Aznavour from the screen sings into the room of former camp barracks, full of whispering gloom. Could you, as you listen to Dalidas, remember the watchdogs on leashes? Da? Could you, as you watch Gilbert Becaud, not forget Comrade Beria & Co.
Almost at the End by Yevgeny Yevtushenko