{"id":3270,"date":"2020-12-21T19:48:02","date_gmt":"2020-12-21T19:48:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=2112"},"modified":"2020-12-21T19:48:02","modified_gmt":"2020-12-21T19:48:02","slug":"mikhail-sinelnikov-rusi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/mikhail-sinelnikov-rusi\/","title":{"rendered":"Mikhail Sinelnikov, Rusi"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mikhail Sinelnikov, Rusi\u00a0 Perktheu nga Anglishtja: Jeton Kelmendi<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mikhail SINELNIKOV. U lind m\u00eb 1946 n\u00eb Leningrad n\u00eb nj\u00eb familje q\u00eb i mbijetoi bllokad\u00ebs. Poet i famsh\u00ebm rus, autor i 33 librave me poezi (p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb nj\u00eb tre v\u00ebllimesh dhe dy v\u00ebllimesh). P\u00ebrkthyes i poezis\u00eb orientale, autor i shum\u00eb artikujve mbi poezin\u00eb, hartues i nj\u00eb numri antologjish, hartues kryesor n\u00eb projektin afatgjat\u00eb “Antologjia e poezis\u00eb ruse”. Akademik i Akademis\u00eb Ruse t\u00eb Shkencave t\u00eb Natyr\u00ebs, mbajt\u00ebs i disa urdhrave, laureat i shum\u00eb \u00e7mimeve nacionale ruse dhe nd\u00ebrkomb\u00ebtare.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

Dhe k\u00ebto acare t\u00eb ashpra,
\nE pasqyrat e akullit,
\nDhe buk\u00eb me fishekzjarre t\u00eb tep\u00ebrta
\nKujtesa e tyre ishte e trishtuar.
\nVura re zakonin e tyre
\nT\u00eb \u00e7mojn\u00eb dhe t\u00eb han\u00eb ushqim
\nDhe mos e humb nj\u00eb ndeshje,
\nSakt\u00ebsisht si n\u00eb at\u00eb rr\u00ebmuj\u00eb t\u00eb vog\u00ebl.
\nKur njer\u00ebzit, t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn q\u00ebndrojn\u00eb, t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn bien,
\nFuqia e fantazm\u00ebs u tradhtuar,
\nN\u00eb prov\u00ebn e testuar
\nNj\u00eb kujdes \u00ebsht\u00eb t\u00eb mos biesh.
\nE n\u00ebse nuk mund t\u00eb largohesh fare,
\nEnde e nj\u00ebjta zgjedhje do t\u00eb vazhdoj\u00eb –
\nN\u00ebse dikujt i merret jeta p\u00ebr t\u00eb mbijetuar,
\nOse duke ruajtur, p\u00ebr t\u00eb vdekur.<\/p>\n

N\u00ebn\u00eb
\nSecili futet n\u00eb nj\u00eb violin\u00eb
\nHijet fluturojn\u00eb p\u00ebrmes vjollc\u00ebs,
\nTerin dhe sp\u00ebrkasin
\nHijet e ujkut mbi bor\u00eb.
\nEnden n\u00eb pun\u00ebt e f\u00ebmij\u00ebve,
\nT\u00eb gjith\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri kund\u00ebr ardhjes s\u00eb shkat\u00ebrrimit
\nDhe \u00ebndrra e fshehur
\nDritat dhe vendet e pasqyrave.
\n– gjeni, merrni f\u00ebmij\u00ebt tuaj!
\nDhe – pesha e nevojave dhe karrigeve t\u00eb dashura.
\nPor gjith\u00e7ka nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb asgj\u00eb p\u00ebrpara bllokut,
\nKu njeriu q\u00ebndroi deri n\u00eb fund.
\nDhe kaq shum\u00eb nga t\u00eb gjith\u00eb ata q\u00eb mungojn\u00eb n\u00eb internet,
\nT\u00eb m\u00ebsuarit p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar e kuptimit!
\n\u00c7far\u00eb u rrit nga jetim\u00ebt e k\u00ebtyre,
\n\u00c7far\u00eb doli jasht n\u00ebna juaj?
\nRadio Cod, ver\u00eb e pap\u00ebrpunuar,
\nMagjia e k\u00ebrpudhave t\u00eb shiut …
\nUn\u00eb e dija at\u00eb pak … sepse ajo –
\nT\u00eb gjitha para lindjes time.<\/p>\n

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Un\u00eb do ta jap past\u00ebrtin\u00eb time dhe do t\u00eb l\u00ebvdoj barin.
\nK\u00ebtu – Lebeda, ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb Leningrad
\nT\u00eb qenit n\u00eb oborr, ajo \u00ebsht\u00eb n\u00eb bllok
\nKam shp\u00ebtuar prind\u00ebrit e mi dhe jetoj.
\nDi\u00e7ka e hidhur ishte pjekuria e saj.
\nN\u00eb pranver\u00eb po shkoja n\u00eb kazanin e krakov\u00ebs.
\nL\u00ebreni q\u00eb t\u00eb jet\u00eb kaq e lir\u00eb,
\nGjemba do t\u00eb thot\u00eb lamtumir\u00eb!
\nUn\u00eb nuk e dija urin\u00eb vet\u00eb. pas luft\u00ebs
\nUn\u00eb isha nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb n\u00eb buz\u00eb t\u00eb shtetit,
\nSi n\u00eb brendin\u00eb e pyllit, shkova n\u00eb barishte t\u00eb trasha,
\nN\u00eb er\u00ebn e tyre, n\u00eb \u00ebndrrat e tyre ditore.
\nE kujtova leht\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb fjalim.
\nDhe mbase thirra p\u00ebr t\u00eb k\u00ebnduar un\u00eb
\nLule t\u00eb Bardha, lule t\u00eb bardha,
\nUj\u00eb dhe qum\u00ebsht qum\u00ebshti.
\n– mos fle shpirt, mos u duro!
\nL\u00ebreni librin t\u00eb pluhuros\u00eb shum\u00eb\u00e7ka q\u00eb merr frym\u00eb,
\nMe ju fuqia e saksofonit tuaj amtar
\nDhe Nj\u00eb Roz\u00eb Shk\u00eblqim Kirov.<\/p>\n

* * *
\nPiktura letrare ishte.
\nPo mir\u00eb, \u00e7far\u00eb ka? “arrestimi i nj\u00eb propagande”!
\nShqiponja e Dhjet\u00eb Shqiponjave
\nAta jan\u00eb duke thurur, e nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb past\u00ebr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi.
\nNjer\u00ebzit kan\u00eb frik\u00eb, \u00e7far\u00ebdo q\u00eb shohin.
\nDy burra t\u00eb moshuar n\u00eb re po u marrin syt\u00eb.
\nDhe Ai \u00ebsht\u00eb me vesh\u00ebt, inatosur si me xhenxhefilin,
\nIa vlen mesi i k\u00ebtyre t\u00eb ult\u00eb dhe budallenjve.
\nPse t\u00eb vish ta ngat\u00ebrrosh k\u00ebt\u00eb budallakun?
\nPor u prishen s\u00eb bashku me let\u00ebrsin\u00eb
\nDhe Piktur\u00ebn, e lir\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00ebn,
\nDerisa peizazhi \u00ebsht\u00eb akoma n\u00eb qiell.<\/p>\n

* * *
\nDo t\u00eb kujtoj\u00eb pyllin e Rusokudrom Le-as,
\nDhe ndoshta p\u00ebr shtrig\u00ebn fluturuese,
\nE tingullin e etiket\u00ebs, ankesa \u00ebsht\u00eb pjekur
\nDo t\u00eb ket\u00eb heshtje n\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje.
\nBora do t\u00eb bjer\u00eb nga nj\u00eb dhurat\u00eb negative,
\nOse periferit\u00eb e pranver\u00ebs s\u00eb zez\u00eb
\nRreth murmuritjes dhe nxeht\u00ebsis\u00eb
\nAi do t\u00eb tregoj\u00eb, duke folur dhe djegur.
\nDerisa kryeqyteti ta dimron ver\u00ebn –
\nMe loj\u00ebn e mbr\u00ebmjes, me thundrat kokotome
\nAnapestu do t’ju lejoj\u00eb t\u00eb ktheheni
\nDhe proza \u200b\u200bdhe i ftohti do t\u00eb kthehen.<\/p>\n

Shahu Shahmatovo
\nDhe i z\u00ebn\u00eb me shitjen e suvenireve
\nPasardh\u00ebsit e atyre q\u00eb u shkat\u00ebrruan dhe u dogj\u00ebn.
\nTani jetoj, mbeturinat e p\u00ebrparimit t\u00eb jet\u00ebs
\nNga toka e vetmuar sumi.
\nAta pren\u00eb pem\u00ebn e akullit dhe vjesht\u00ebn.
\nP\u00ebrs\u00ebri kisha pas pellgut,
\nDhe n\u00eb distanc\u00ebn e magjepsur dhe blu
\nSht\u00ebpin\u00eb p\u00ebrkujtimore tashm\u00eb kam mb\u00ebrritur.
\nLED nga nj\u00eb sesion fotografik i vjet\u00ebr,
\nDuke par\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pamje t\u00eb verdh\u00eb,
\nKu n\u00eb krysim para skuterit
\nFamilja \u00ebsht\u00eb ulur.
\nS\u2019 \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb djal\u00eb i huaj atje.
\nSe ai \u00ebsht\u00eb i huaj p\u00ebr t\u00eb gjith\u00eb, mysafir\u00eb n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi,
\nDhe ata nuk do ta kuptojn\u00eb se sa i friksh\u00ebm \u00ebsht\u00eb ai dhe vuajn\u00eb,
\nSepse shikojn\u00eb fotografin\u00eb.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Shkurt-Mars
\nKishte nj\u00eb urdh\u00ebr dhe kontroll t\u00eb thjesht\u00eb:
\nNga Radio, n\u00eb vetvete,
\nNga t\u00eb gjitha punimet dhe pun\u00ebt
\nN\u00eb filma po vraponin n\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb filmat.
\nN\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje – \u00e7far\u00eb mrekullie!
\nNuk \u00ebsht\u00eb si tundra dhe taiga –
\nJa cilat jan\u00eb k\u00ebto \u2018Debbie Hollywood\u2019!
\nDhe jeta \u00ebsht\u00eb nj\u00eb e zakonshme e rrept\u00eb.
\nNdoshta nes\u00ebr n\u00eb fur\u00e7\u00ebn e ngroht\u00ebsive
\nJu do t\u00eb shihni skajin e ri,
\nDhe k\u00ebtu jan\u00eb disa kafsh\u00eb,
\nShpirti \u00ebsht\u00eb i juaji.
\nDhe n\u00eb xhung\u00ebl liana e gjat\u00eb
\nHodhi nj\u00eb vij\u00eb t\u00eb drejt\u00eb
\nDhe shkrirjen e mbajti trimerisht
\nGjat\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb dhe dimrit t\u00eb dikujt.<\/p>\n


\nTAKIMI<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nuk do ta largoj dhe nuk do t\u00eb l\u00eb nj\u00eb shenj\u00eb,
\nPor do t\u00eb trokas dhe mb\u00ebshtjell ashtu si\u00e7 jam.
\nNj\u00eb mysafir aksidental, nj\u00eb artikull me mendje mungon,
\nJu kam sjell\u00eb nj\u00eb lajm t\u00eb mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Por disa her\u00eb kujtoj dhe \u00ebnd\u00ebrroj
\nN\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebrin\u00eb time n\u00eb m\u00ebnyr\u00eb t\u00eb pamenduar dhe t\u00eb ngath\u00ebt
\nR\u00ebnia ime n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend t\u00eb caktuar n\u00eb nj\u00eb d\u00ebrras\u00eb t\u00eb dyshemes\u00eb s\u00eb kalbur
\nNj\u00eb far\u00eb shege e fort\u00eb.<\/p>\n

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Dielli \u00ebsht\u00eb zbehur. Fytyrat jan\u00eb njollosur.
\nPor shoh pa ngritur qepallat, –
\nTrungu i pem\u00ebs po shushurin dhe po trazon.
\nDhe \u00ebndrra e saj \u00ebsht\u00eb duke prekur \u00e7atin\u00eb e sht\u00ebpis\u00eb.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

UN\u00cb <\/strong><\/p>\n

U martova me k\u00ebt\u00eb z\u00eb,
\nQ\u00eb m\u00eb shtr\u00ebngoi zemr\u00ebn me nj\u00eb tel t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb
\nMe intonacionin q\u00eb merr frym\u00eb me ngjyr\u00ebn
\nE pyjeve qiellor\u00eb dhe me di\u00e7ka t\u00eb pa k\u00ebnduar.<\/p>\n

Po b\u00ebn thirrje p\u00ebr f\u00ebmij\u00ebri dhe ver\u00eb
\nAh, ishte kot, kur rr\u00ebshqiste si nj\u00eb k\u00ebrcim
\nNj\u00eb z\u00eb tjet\u00ebr m\u00eb vrau!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

UN\u00cb <\/strong><\/p>\n

Po e \u00e7oja v\u00ebllain tim nga distrofia,
\nPo shp\u00ebtoja baban\u00eb, i thash\u00eb n\u00ebn\u00ebs
\nT\u00eb shkoj me nj\u00eb jetimore n\u00eb Rusin\u00eb e thell\u00eb,
\nDhe ha peshk, prite rafalen.<\/p>\n

N\u00eb rreth pes\u00eb vjet, i fryr\u00eb, me sy t\u00eb trishtuar
\nErdha tek ata… Si i ftohti i ndjesis\u00eb shpimi i gjilp\u00ebrave
\nNdonj\u00ebher\u00eb porosit\u00eb m\u00eb dor\u00ebzohen
\nNga e ardhmja, nga mos ekzistenca.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

P\u00ebrs\u00ebri aroma e saj marramend\u00ebse,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nxeht\u00ebsia e saj rraskapit\u00ebse,
\nPerceptimi i p\u00ebrgjumjes,
\nBota jasht\u00ebzakonisht e s\u00ebmur\u00eb.
\nDhe gjithnj\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb me m\u00ebshir\u00eb t\u00eb ashp\u00ebr
\nPamja miq\u00ebsore e Mahavira-s,
\nDhe tufat e lop\u00ebve po marshojn\u00eb,
\n\u00c7okollata zhveshur po funksionon.
\nK\u00ebtu shfaqet e bardh\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb turm\u00eb t\u00eb ngusht\u00eb
\nNxitoi Leo Tolstoi.
\nDhe pas britmave t\u00eb familjes s\u00eb tij,
\nDhe pas val\u00ebs s\u00eb pateric\u00ebs s\u00eb tij –
\nA jan\u00eb milingonat e n\u00ebp\u00ebrk\u00ebmbura
\nDhe merimangat e fundosura.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

PASQYRA<\/strong><\/p>\n

K\u00ebtu \u00ebsht\u00eb pasqyra\u2026 Zhurma dhe t\u00ebrbimi jan\u00eb t\u00eb kota,
\nPor ju e kuptoni q\u00eb deri n\u00eb fund,
\nVet\u00ebm n\u00eb senilitet mund ta kuptoni senilitetin,
\nDhe nuk e dija se \u00e7far\u00eb mendonte Ati im.
\nAi papritmas pa mask\u00ebn e Hipokratit
\nNuk ishte se ai po vajtonte p\u00ebr vdekjen e tij –
\nAi ishte pik\u00eblluar p\u00ebr humbjen time
\nDerisa ai po shikonte duke q\u00ebndruar n\u00eb zgrip
\nNga ato zona nuk mund t\u00eb kthehet,
\nSikur po q\u00ebndroj pran\u00eb pasqyr\u00ebs tani.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

QENT\u00cb<\/strong><\/p>\n

Qent\u00eb jan\u00eb duke k\u00ebrcyer n\u00eb nj\u00eb gryk\u00eb.
\nNdoshta ata u takuan me nj\u00eb skllav
\nDhe jan\u00eb t\u00eb frik\u00ebsuar nga rregullimi i err\u00ebt,
\nPor po b\u00ebrtasin si\u00e7 jan\u00eb dashur.<\/p>\n

Ose nj\u00eb mik, duke k\u00ebnduar,
\nI ndez t\u00eb gjith\u00eb, dhe vetveten
\nP\u00ebr shkak t\u00eb bardh\u00ebsis\u00eb s\u00eb H\u00ebn\u00ebs s\u00eb plot\u00eb
\nPo \u00e7mendet ngadal\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ose nj\u00eb pako e t\u00ebrbuar,
\nDuke shkuar n\u00eb nj\u00eb udh\u00ebtim t\u00eb gjat\u00eb,
\nPo ul\u00ebrin, ende diskuton
\nKandidati p\u00ebr nj\u00eb udh\u00ebheq\u00ebs.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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Mikhail Sinelnikov, Rusi\u00a0 Perktheu nga Anglishtja: Jeton Kelmendi Mikhail SINELNIKOV. U lind m\u00eb 1946 n\u00eb Leningrad n\u00eb nj\u00eb familje q\u00eb i mbijetoi bllokad\u00ebs. Poet i famsh\u00ebm rus, autor i 33 librave me poezi (p\u00ebrfshir\u00eb nj\u00eb tre v\u00ebllimesh dhe dy v\u00ebllimesh). P\u00ebrkthyes i poezis\u00eb orientale, autor i shum\u00eb artikujve mbi poezin\u00eb, hartues i nj\u00eb numri antologjish, […]<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2113,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[166],"tags":[],"book_author":[],"book_publisher":[],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3270"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3270"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3270\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3270"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3270"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3270"},{"taxonomy":"book_author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_author?post=3270"},{"taxonomy":"book_publisher","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/book_publisher?post=3270"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}