Thank you to all those who have contributed since this group began on 30 January 2021 by sending in contributions or reading this page. Recently many of the groups that were not meeting face to face - due to Covid 19 - have started up again due to the government's changes to guidelines. Whilst this group was never intended to be a face to face one there has now been a considerable reduction in contributions such that the group is no longer viable. I say goodbye sadly having had the pure enjoyment of opening up contributions on a variety of subjects to find little gems. I would like to thank Tony Dix – U3As Web Manager – without whose electronic wizardry the graphics would not have been so amazing. I would also like to thank the committee of the Bridport U3A for giving me this opportunity to challenge myself and fulfil a dream. Linda Moore, Convenor.
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One day goes to electric light
And matchbox is empty.
But in the kitchen in blue colour burns the gas.
Cigarettes in hands, cup of tea on the table,
It's simple plan.
And there isn't something else, everything
inside of us.
Our hearts require the changes,
Our eyes require the changes,
Into our laugh and our tears,
And into pulse of veins
We are waiting for changes.
We can't be proud of wisdom of eyes
And of skilful gestures,
We don't need it to understand each other.
Cigarettes in hands, tea on the table,
It all came back to where it had started
And suddenly we afraid of changing something.
An extract from Changes! a song written by
Viktor Tsoi and performed by the Soviet rock
band Kino. He died in a car collision on
15 August 1990. lyricstranslate.com
Viktor Tsoi: The Undying Icon of
Soviet Dissident Rock
21 June 1962 is the birth date of Viktor
Tsoi, a Korean-Russian rock star from
the late years of the Soviet Union who
now enjoys cult status across Russian-
speaking countries, 30 years after death.
Tsoi studied art but soon dropped out
of school and started playing rock in the
1970s. This was banned by Soviet
authorities as a symbol of 'Western
By 1982 Tsoi had created his band
'Kino' and started recording with his
friend Boris Grebenshchikov's band
'Akvarium.' The lyrics spread by
word of mouth, attracting attention
with their messages of youth
empowerment, independent ideas
and absence of praise for the
Communist Party. After Perestroika
more tolerance was allowed in the
arts and Kino were officially able
Down into the ravine, then forward
Up the embankment to the top,
The ribbon of the road runs snaking
Through wood and field without a stop.
By all the precepts of perspective
Well-surfaced highway windings rush
Among the fields, among the meadows,
Not raising dust, nor stuck in slush.
The peaceful pond nearby ignoring
(On which a duck with ducklings swam)
The road once more is forward soaring
On having crossed and left the dam.
Now-down a slope again it hastens,
Now-on and upwards, in a climb,
As only life, maybe, is meant to
Strain up and onward all the time.
Through thousands of unheard-of fancies,
Through times and countries, climb and fall,
Through helps and hindrances it races
Relentless, too, towards a goal;
And this is to have lived your fullest,
Experienced all-at home, abroad-
Just as the landscape now is livened
By twists and turnings of the road.
By Boris Pasternak
1890 - 1960
Death of the Poet
The Poet's dead! - a slave to honor -
He fell, by rumour slandered,
Lead in his breast and thirsting for revenge,
Hanging his proud head!.....
The Poet's soul could not endure
Petty insults' disgrace.
Against society he rose,
Alone, as always ...and was slain!
Slain!....What use is weeping now,
The futile chorus of empty praise
Excuses mumbled full of pathos?
Fate has pronounced its sentence!
Was it not you who spitefully
Rebuffed his free, courageous gift
And for your own amusement fanned
The nearly dying flame?
Well now, enjoy yourselves ...he couldn't
Endure the final torture:
Quenched is the marvellous light of genius,
Withered Is the triumphal wreath.
An extract from the original poem by
Mikhail Y. Lermontov on the death of his
fellow poet Alexander Pushkin in 1837.
Taken from A Bilingual Anthology of
How did Pushkin Die?
Pushkin and his wife - Natalya – met George
D'Anthes in 1834. He was the adopted son of
the Dutch ambassador, a handsome and
dashing Frenchman. In 1835 he began paying
court to Natalya. Time passed and in 1837 a
letter was received by Pushkin advising him
that he had been elected to 'The Most Serene
Order of Cuckolds.'
It was never truly known if Natalya had been
unfaithful but society's rules dictated that
there must be a dual which took place on 27
January 1837. Badly wounded Pushkin died
within two days from peritonitis. D'Anthes had
just a light wound to his arm. Wikipedia
M. Y. Lermontov
Lermontov graduated in 1834 and joined the
Life-Guard Hussar regiment but became
frustrated as he was critical of his time and
his country. The only outlet he had was
his poetry but this had to be in secret. He
was arrested for writing 'Death of the Poet'-
about Pushkin's life - as he had implied the
dual was orchestrated by the Tsar's regime.
He also died in a dual - on 15 July 1841.
Short History of Russian Theatre
The roots of Russian theatre lie in pagan
shows with dramatic recitations of fables,
tales and proverbs. These included much
dancing and singing performed by
skomorokhi – travelling minstrels.
There was also church theatre in which
bible stories were acted. In 1672 the first
theatre in Russia was opened to stage
plays on biblical subjects at the court of
Tsar Alexei Mikhailovich.
In the 19th century Moscow and
St Petersburg became centres of
theatrical life. The Maly (Small) theatre
was founded in 1824 and the Bolshoi
(Big) Theatre was founded in 1825.
Since then more theatres have been
built and today the Russian theatre
enjoys freedom of creativity.
In the Worldly Steppe
In the worldly steppe, so mournful and endless,
Three springs mysteriously fought through
The spring of youth is speedy and rebellious,
It boils and runs, and ripples in a blaze.
Castalian spring, in worldly steppe, enlivens
Exiles, whose fate is doleful and hard.
The last of them – the cold spring of oblivion -
Will always help to quench the thirst of hearts.
(Shared by M.G)
Three springs in life's unbroken joyless desert
Mysteriously issue from the sands:
The spring of youth, uneven and rebellious,
Bears swift its sparkling stream through
Life's exiles drink the wave of inspiration
That swells the limpid fount of Castaly;
But 'tis the deep, cold wellspring of oblivion
That slakes most sweetly thirst and ecstasy.
Alexander Pushkin is thought to be the
greatest Russian poet and the founder of
modern Russian literature. 1799 – 1837
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