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Nineteen gallets or the last tocsin toll

January 6th, 2009 by iskander

National poet of Uzbekistan
Alexander Fainberg

we-here-lived

Somewhere, far away in the infinite outer space, a spacecraft has descended on a waterless lifeless planet. Silence and total vacuum encircle it. And along all the sides of the horizon stone gallets are lying on the surface – one can see the writing cut out on the stones extant from time immemorial.

1. “You, who have arrived in here, read the tables of my history. We used to live here”.

2. “Tides of sea waves, melting snow and glaciers, rains, wells and springs, rivers and oceans – all these used to be Water. It had been granting life to grass and flowers of meadows, to trees, to every living thing, and, of course, to us – human beings”.

3. “A drop of water. A mere drop of water. – However, the entire boundless universe of ours was reflected in it. And there was nothing on the Earth that could have been more valuable than water”.

4. “I have seen too many defective shut-off cocks of water supply tubing leaking water and evaporating it. Too much poison has been discharged into purest water! And as to me, I just used to go by with no regard to this disorder.
And no thoughts had crossed my mind as to striking the bell to sound the alarm”.
And how about now? What is to be done nowadays?
It’s too late, it’s too late, and it’s too late….

5. “We have forgotten all about our thoughtlessness and insatiable craving for momentary wealth – thus making the deathbed for ourselves”.

6. “Over there – where there used to be the oceans – former submarines, airplanes and wreckage of missiles are rotting lying on the dry soil”.

7.  “Water…dried up lips whisper: “Give me water” – Water…”
“We badly need water; – goitered gazelles mumbled reaching out their necks for empty riverbeds”.
«Water… – begging wail of wolves was heard amidst dead standing trees”.

8. “Who now needs precious stones, gold, tankers full of oil? Where are all those pleasure yachts, luxurious villas together with paupers’ jerry-built shacks? All living quarters have become deserted and reduced to dust”.

9. “Water is God’s living creature and it could not indefinitely forgive us for our insanity. How many times had it warned humans through inundation and tsunami?! How many times it punished humanity in alliance with hurricanes through sinking oil tankers and flooding cities. Everything had been to no avail”.
“Will unawareness exist forever?
Who can endure tortures’ despair?
Where’s a benchmark for me to compare?
Animals’ howls at the Paradise level?

10. “Among perished birds, fish, lizards there are motionless bodies of children, men and women, elderly people…Instead of flowers and grass scents brought with breath of  spring wind, stink and decay odors reign. There is not a single cloud in the sky. What ever have we done?!”

11. “One of the keynote mistakes of ours was wrecking overuse of water. Our attitude to water had been reckless, as if it was something granted to us for good and all. But nothing can be forever. I realized it when the last drop of water on this planet started disappearing on my palm, reflecting not green hills, not leafage and conifer needles, but a hillside covered with black scorched grass.”

12. “Yesterday, looking at the sky, I wailed suffering from lack of water. I wailed like a solitary beast. I was not aware of being a human creature…”

13. “Clogging and littering water bodies granted to us including mountain springs and oceans we did not deem that our behavior had been destroying Nature – Nature that had created ourselves – and that ruin of water was our own death”.

14. “Blaze of nuclear disaster is a tragedy. But more terrifying is global aridity. We have perceived it, and it turned out to be our last cognition.”

15. “Having irresponsibly changed river channels we got salt-affected dry land instead of heavy harvest…”

16. “I cannot conceive what it was…, really. It was long ago, very long ago indeed. Torrential rain was pouring on asphalt roads. And concurrently street washer motor lorries were crawling along the roads, splashing water – fountains of pure sweet water. Was it idiocy on the part of the drivers or they were just implementing orders of their senior clerks? At any rate, both of these assumptions were beyond my understanding at that time and are still inconceivable at present”.

17. “Isn’t it assault and battery to water when murderers throw bodies of killed victims down into water with stones fixed to their necks? And how about fire pumps and hoses applied against public demonstrations? Was it the objective pursued by mountain springs giving birth to rivers breaking through rocks and making riverbeds in lowlands?”

18. “There is no getting away from the truth -
When dying, people recall their youth.
Daytime – the sun in the sky; stars – at night.
Splashes of water. Water was always right.”

19. I am the last Man on the Earth. And if you got me right, then tell to your fellow-countrymen about everything in your parts of the Universe from where you arrived here…Take care of water, spare water, protect water. Do not repeat our mistakes and misfortune…Do not repea…”

It was the last stone gallet. The rest of them were lying along all sides of the horizon and there was nobody who could have cut anything else on those gallets.

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HER MAJESTY THE WATER – THE QUEEN OF LIFE (part 5)

December 26th, 2008 by Erkin

Autor: by Alexander Fainberg
Authorized translation: by Sergei Zubkov
Illustrations: by Leyla Basharova

Is the sea pitching and rolling fast?
Yes, but let the wave be steep
to the most,
Dreamer crucified across the mast
Will be first-noticed by his Dream
from a distant spot.

I’m lazy sunbathing and fishing
in July
At the riverside biting a grass-blade
Tackling the problem: to get up or
to lie
Or to flick from the face a cool
grain of sand.

A wave’s lapped. A martin
flushed away.
A ferryman shouted at boys
in a boat…
Afresh golden peace and quiet
prevail
And water surface does not sway
my float.

Dragon-flies are suspended over
grass in the air.
Spider’s web across the sky is
motionless.
A narrow path runs through
heated haze
To the river’s low bank green
with water meadows.

Clouds in the noon sky have
stiffened fixed.
Such radiant joy’s reigning in the heart,
That there’s no way for being a skinflint
Ages for a wink of quiet bliss willing
to barter.

So…Well, craving for a quiet bliss… You have got a hope!
TV and radio airwaves are packed to capacity with alarmed voices of studio commentators. Tragic newspaper and magazine photo-accounts lash across the eyes.
“Massacre in South Ossetia…water supply – destroyed…” “Terror in Mumbai – killers came by water in boats…”
“Flood in China…Evacuated…”
“Taiga is in flames…”
“Flood is progressing in Stavropol…Water-wells jammed with silt…No drinking water available…”
It is unbearable neither to listen to nor to watch. There is Venice in Siberia. Bellowing cows fright-stricken are taken across high waters in Gondolas. Halloo! America, UN, Europe, India. Hi! My crazy world! The world of terror acts, rapists, billionaires, beggars, show-gangsters.

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HER MAJESTY THE WATER – THE QUEEN OF LIFE (part 4)

December 26th, 2008 by Erkin

Autor: by Alexander Fainberg
Authorized translation: by Sergei Zubkov
Illustrations: by Leyla Basharova

Did not they say that present-day deserts used to be seas’ bottoms and oceans’ depths millenniums ago – seas and oceans unknown to us? Why not contemplate that once, in time immemorial, axis of equator had changed its position in space? And what is hidden there at present – what mysteries are there in boundless depths? And what would happen to us living today and cherishing hopes for future great happiness?
Happiness is happiness. All human beings have their own separate different happiness, luck or fortune – whatever one prefers. But always are full of love and light reflected in arts types of happiness! Even in tragedies. Such are waves carrying Shakespeare’s Hamlet away to exile. Such are irate crests of waves in The Sea Sonatas by Churljenys. They – the waves – are everywhere for water is part and parcel of animate nature – soul of every living thing – all flesh, man and beast. Therefore any kind of arts cannot do without water. Either purposefully or independently of each other Creators of the World and their followers in all human cultures worship water. Some of them dip into water with delight; others come to water with repentance to purify their souls. Not to mention the rite of christening. Don’t I dare to touch upon it?! I only mean music, painting, and poetry. Water, water – wherever one goes…Tropical cloud-bursts, snow blizzards, seven-color rainbows. And why there is absence of water in R. Kipling’s the “Great Dry Spell”. Throat gets parched when I read verses by this outstanding romanticist and once again sense his great dry spell. And once again the lines emerge:

Let fishermen cast down their seines,
A drunkard drink, a blockhead strive
for power.
Look up! The treble clef’s soaring
to heaven,
To make the music raining down
to water flowers.

It has poured down…Do you sense it? The music has poured on us – like longed for reviving water for our souls among suddenly sprung up hot dry winds.

Sea waves dandled a yacht with a sail set
Lazy waves are tapping sandy seaside.
A woman beautiful and attractively naked
is strolling in her morning promenade.

Back in Moscow a year ago she
squandered
Hopeless life – no shelter, no work –
in a reckless race,
When suddenly a rich Arab guy
unsolicited
Bought and brought her to Mediterranean
for just in case.

Moscow blizzard is throwing snow
At night bars’ windows and bright
billboards.
Downtown ladies here – shivering with cold,
Try to survive their stampede from
backwoods.

So far, clinging to Moscow in a death grip,
They share its drunken feasts and brigandage.
A dolphin’s playing in the Mediterranean sea
A young lady’s strolling along the beach.

She has forgiven, forgot her grief
misfortune.
Remaining calm, not pondering over her fate
A cockleshell is in the hand, she hears
sea tune
And sees the prince of the childhood
fairytale.

You would never pull in to these
far away shores
Neither gold nor power could ever
tame you.
You’ve curbed the waves fawning
upon you.
And who knows what happiness is? Who
could tell you?

Who could tell you, really? Where is the answer? Is it in the Mediterranean Sea, in the Black or Japanese sea?
It is the eternal mystery of Her Majesty Water; and The Queen of Life may reveal her secret to us – but only then when we are eager, when we learn to listen to whisper of waves’ crests and comprehend them or… well, just simply to meditate upon ripples on water generated by a leaf fallen from a waterside tree.
When you are young the world seems to be open wide and infinite. With passing years a lot of changes occur: – other impulses, revised values, newly born affections, different desires. Incredible are the ways of Destiny.

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HER MAJESTY THE WATER – THE QUEEN OF LIFE (part 3)

December 26th, 2008 by Erkin

Autor: by Alexander Fainberg
Authorized translation: by Sergei Zubkov
Illustrations: by Leyla Basharova

Deep boom-sounds
Ring out their way.
The Earth is blazing.
Islands are in fire.
Sea water is boiling away.
Both – North and South Poles are
enveloped in jerks
of flame-colored blizzards,
Rushing over centuries-old icebergs.

Deep boom-sounds
Ring out their way.
It’s not an inferno’s
mushroom is rising
like a hunted beast at bay. -
We see a tremendous blazing Cross.

Christ – the Savior – with thorns crowned
Is mournfully looking down
At disastrous development
Of human’s Environment.

CHRIST’S RISEN! Christus surrexit! Vere surrexit! *

Good God! Two thousand years. And how many millenniums had passed before A.D.? Have we grown wiser? No we have not! We – cultivating in ourselves wicked rapacity – do not prohibit hunt for living creatures as a kind of some game-sport, but not as means of subsistence. Here it is …slavery in the souls. Wolves – getting in our flocks where everything is easily available – kill ships and reindeers, not being hungry. The easy meat complex enters into force. And Life returns this evil for degradation. Wolves having got accustomed to such like carnage, when getting into in natural environment, fail to catch up with a savage deer. This is what happens to people too. I have fallen in love with the book “Don’t cry “Wolves”” written by an English biologist Farley Mowat.

The book is not about humanizing of wolves. It’s about the truth of life – of reality where people behave as if they were alien extraterrestrials – they, after having read information on Farley’s research work in Canadian tundra, did not believe the scientist-practitioner and started acting like absolute imbeciles. I might have been a more striking idiot recommending all of my acquaintances to read the book. It turns out they are reluctant to follow my advice – too busy to go to pains reading. Much less pain and trouble people would face if they could comprehend Farley M.! Only a single step towards conceiving the essence of nature of the Earth might accomplish that which could not be attained through benefits stolen by human robbers ransacking the planet. It is not a matter of wolves. The matter is that Human Race should not tolerate passing Laws making thievery and depredation legal. Is it so that publicity of expressing opinions granted to most clever men by governmental power will remain a voice crying in the wilderness?– as my bosom friend Seva Vilthcek used to say.
We ought to learn from Nature to be wise – that is to cultivate sense of harmony in consuming benefits granted by Nature.
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HER MAJESTY THE WATER – THE QUEEN OF LIFE (part 2)

December 26th, 2008 by Erkin

Autor: by Alexander Fainberg
Authorized translation: by Sergei Zubkov
Illustrations: by Leyla Basharova

Either scope of Russia or Grand Canyons in the USA
Everything is precarious, my honey, and surely unsafe:

Including blossom colors of Indonesian islands,
And Africa and global power of Britain’s lions.

So, what would happen to the Earth and all of us?
When the ultimate tsunamis blow up at last?


Don’t worry; lifelessness will come of it, my dear,
And only salty winds cool all the dead without fear.
And that’s all there is to it! There are no people on the planet. Oil remains throbbing through the Earth interior, water remains lapping against shores in the oceans, seas and rivers. There are no words on the planet, and no more poets: no Pushkin, no Ahmatova, no Tsvetaeva… Only the global ocean’s waves will wave goodbye
And give the deepest sigh
For: – Marina, Anna, Alexander …*
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