Vladimir Vysotsky. In a Faraway Kingdom.

Commentary to the song “There’s No More the Curved Seashore”.

This year there came out one of the articles about our treatment of the forest: “The Result of the Year of Ecology in Rossia the Destruction of the Si­be­rian Taiga” (this article is in Russian). As wrote Porphyry Ivanov, peace be upon him, in his article “How to Get Rid of Diseases and Become Healthy”, it would be good for us to recall Krylov’s fable “The Pig under the Oak”.

There is a good fairy tale about the forest, which should be read to all the children this is Upton Sinclair’s “The Gnomobile”.

It is pertinent to give here a version of Raisa Kudasheva’s song “A fir-tree, green and little...” (the first half of this translation is inspired by Arthur Du­ran­do and Irina Popova’s “The forest raised a Christmas tree...”):

A fir-tree, green and little,

There grew up in the wood.

In summer and in winter,

She was in a good mood.

The wind sang her his cradle-song,

“Sleep little fir, sleep tight!”

With snow, the frost bedecked her,

It was a pretty sight!

At times a trembling hare

Was hidden by her arms

He was out of harm’s way there,

The hungry wolf went past.

When swarms of harmful insects

Came to offend the fir,

The pecker, her physician,

Was there to safe-guard her.

Thus she became a slimmish

And tall eye-filling tree.

With her green blithesome sisters,

She in good concord lived.

And here is a version of Eduard Uspensky’s song “The Blue Railcar” (this translation is adapted from Anonymous“The Blue Train”, Anonymous“A Blue Railcar” and Tatiana Avash’s “The Blue Coach”):

One by one the minutes slowly slip away,

Don’t expect to meet with them once more.

We regret a bit that our past can’t stay,

But the future’s waiting at the door.

Our road does lead us through the woods and leas

Right to the distant parts where we belong.

In the best ahead, each one of us believes,

And our blue railcar rolls on and on.

Maybe thou’rt angered at someone for naught

The next annal will neutralize that script.

Now we a path to new adventures plot,

Hey, ye driver, put the train on speed!

Our road does lead us through the woods and leas

Right to the distant parts where we belong.

In the best ahead, each one of us believes,

And our blue railcar rolls on and on.

Our blue railcar runs forward as it sways,

The express train’s speeding up ahead.

Oh, why’s this day coming to an end, I’m dazed,

Wish it’d last the whole year instead!

Our road does lead us through the woods and leas

Right to the distant parts where we belong.

In the best ahead, each one of us believes,

And our blue railcar rolls on and on.

In the best ahead, each one of us believes,

And our blue railcar rolls on and on.

The song was written in 1967.

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