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Discovering America, part 3

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Description: It was my first expirience with Adobe Premiere and digital camcoder. 2004 year. Video illustration to poem of N. Gumilev who was a renowned Russian poet of the beginning of the 20th century, the (More) It was my first expirience with Adobe Premiere and digital camcoder. 2004 year. Video illustration to poem of N. Gumilev who was a renowned Russian poet of the beginning of the 20th century, the Silver Age of Russian poetry. Translation from Russian: Pavel Kochev. ---------- We climbed up the mountain ridge so far above the eagle's nest The evening dropped its golden robe and laid it down in the west In the sky the stars begun to sparkle; from below came darkness of azure Muse you are in feverish tremble The gaze is burning and your curls a mess What's happening to you? The riddles are solved We have untangled this puzzling net Calm down Muse, to sing a voice is needed clear like brass With the voice so deep and crystal clear Glory to the pyramid-like poplars me and you will now sing Glory to the rivers shining gold To the rosy trees and almond And all that we observe together New world like a girl innocent Who will spill virginal blood? Who by screeching of the saws, as by a wine goblet will mesmerize yet empty forest With the sharp plow slit this new land and will pay with suffering for love? I know! Heart of girls is void of passion Nobody will torture like them A little light of swamps will poison darkness Unclear noise will wrap a soul in fog A dangerous jaguar will creep to your dwellings victor A cry... a movement... and will sink in an abyss that has less stars than a night of the North a gaze which has seen too much Here love carries with itself an illness Here plants are covers for sweet poison And the Gods converse about the blood To no avail! The will of men Could not be barred by poison nor by gods At the bottoms of the caves, at the shores of quiet rivers, at the thickets and the ditches Everywhere, everywhere close and far Human conversations are to sing and pass Rise up the curtain of the bygone time Be blown away the magic of twilight! Every fallen is to be revenged by a force of a return impact The call of freedom here will Washington proclaim and swift as lightning will pass Pizarro A girl who used to play with fate Will become a tender wife Dear co-partner in work Waterfalls with icy foam Islets forgotten in swamps for the spiritual life you will awake! One by one the towns will appear there children's laughter is to splash; and granddads begin calm conversations remembering past times But the daring madmen, those will leave for places where the banner of freedom hasn't yet flown Because their god is a god of unfaithfulness! A traveler, he is walking over starry sowing Every moment seeking transformations The whiteness of his naked knees, Sigh, which sounds like a sunny song Are dreamt about only by angels and virgins Strange god, unfamiliar with evil Honest as a flying arrow Rejecting equally a circle or a corner Slim god with the soul drunk on dreams With light and swift steps Walking far and far away, over the worlds You voice, oh Muse is like a horn, - That horn is your relation, jolly god! Those lips of a pink coral You have once kissed in the sky You have already touched those legs With their shade of a pale opal Name us his commandment Give us a sign that you came from there Till now every messenger was Judas We are tired. We are so thirsty for a miracle We are thirsty for the true love Be like god: walk, fly, swim! (Less)

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Discovering America, part 3

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Description: It was my first expirience with Adobe Premiere and digital camcoder. 2004 year. Video illustration to poem of N. Gumilev who was a renowned Russian poet of the beginning of the 20th century, the (More) It was my first expirience with Adobe Premiere and digital camcoder. 2004 year. Video illustration to poem of N. Gumilev who was a renowned Russian poet of the beginning of the 20th century, the Silver Age of Russian poetry. Translation from Russian: Pavel Kochev. ---------- We climbed up the mountain ridge so far above the eagle's nest The evening dropped its golden robe and laid it down in the west In the sky the stars begun to sparkle; from below came darkness of azure Muse you are in feverish tremble The gaze is burning and your curls a mess What's happening to you? The riddles are solved We have untangled this puzzling net Calm down Muse, to sing a voice is needed clear like brass With the voice so deep and crystal clear Glory to the pyramid-like poplars me and you will now sing Glory to the rivers shining gold To the rosy trees and almond And all that we observe together New world like a girl innocent Who will spill virginal blood? Who by screeching of the saws, as by a wine goblet will mesmerize yet empty forest With the sharp plow slit this new land and will pay with suffering for love? I know! Heart of girls is void of passion Nobody will torture like them A little light of swamps will poison darkness Unclear noise will wrap a soul in fog A dangerous jaguar will creep to your dwellings victor A cry... a movement... and will sink in an abyss that has less stars than a night of the North a gaze which has seen too much Here love carries with itself an illness Here plants are covers for sweet poison And the Gods converse about the blood To no avail! The will of men Could not be barred by poison nor by gods At the bottoms of the caves, at the shores of quiet rivers, at the thickets and the ditches Everywhere, everywhere close and far Human conversations are to sing and pass Rise up the curtain of the bygone time Be blown away the magic of twilight! Every fallen is to be revenged by a force of a return impact The call of freedom here will Washington proclaim and swift as lightning will pass Pizarro A girl who used to play with fate Will become a tender wife Dear co-partner in work Waterfalls with icy foam Islets forgotten in swamps for the spiritual life you will awake! One by one the towns will appear there children's laughter is to splash; and granddads begin calm conversations remembering past times But the daring madmen, those will leave for places where the banner of freedom hasn't yet flown Because their god is a god of unfaithfulness! A traveler, he is walking over starry sowing Every moment seeking transformations The whiteness of his naked knees, Sigh, which sounds like a sunny song Are dreamt about only by angels and virgins Strange god, unfamiliar with evil Honest as a flying arrow Rejecting equally a circle or a corner Slim god with the soul drunk on dreams With light and swift steps Walking far and far away, over the worlds You voice, oh Muse is like a horn, - That horn is your relation, jolly god! Those lips of a pink coral You have once kissed in the sky You have already touched those legs With their shade of a pale opal Name us his commandment Give us a sign that you came from there Till now every messenger was Judas We are tired. We are so thirsty for a miracle We are thirsty for the true love Be like god: walk, fly, swim! (Less)

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