Lenin is a figure whose shadow still casts a long shadow over Russia. His ideas, actions, and personality continue to provoke debate and reflection. These poems are an attempt to look at Lenin through the prism of modernity, casting aside dogma and ideological cliches, and to see him as a man, a historical figure who left an indelible mark. There is neither praise nor condemnation here, only an attempt to understand and comprehend his influence on the fate of the country and each of us.
Sketch in Smolny
The office is dim, the candles flicker, And newspaper shadows line the walls. He draws a new knife of life, Where hope is a ghostly dawn. In the twilight, thoughts are a sharp swarm, He draws plans for future victories, Forgetting rest and peace, In anticipation of the coming years.
Conversation with a portrait
A gaze through time, stern and direct, As if seeing the seal of the years. What would you say now, hero, If you could embrace history? About dreams, about faith, about struggle, About the price everyone paid. About the hope that lives within you, And about what awaits us ahead? About empty slogans and words, About human cruelty and lies. About lost, difficult days, And about what you wanted to tell us.
Return
The April wind carries the clatter of wheels, And the station, like an old letter. He returns from distant places, With ideas burning in his mind. He is met by looks full of melancholy, And a whisper of faith, timid and silent. He brings with him different days, And a world that will be created anew, different. He sees in faces a thirst for change, And in every heart, a spark of rebellion. He knows that a new day will dawn, And that Russia will no longer wither or burn. But ahead lie only thorns and pain, And blood, and tears, and empty deception. He believes in the light, in his sacred role, And that man, not the tyrant, will be happy.
Library
In the dust of volumes, in the silence of books, he seeks truth like a traveler in the night. Forgetting sleep, rest, the moment, he greedily absorbs knowledge, the keys. Marx, Hegel, Engels are his friends, their thoughts a compass on a stormy sea. He builds a world where there is no evil or hostility, where everyone is equal, and there is no more sorrow.
Telegram
The letters dance like birds in the sky, the message is short, but full of anxiety. It contains an order, it contains despair in the eyes, and hope that the enemy will not break the threshold. He dictates, without raising his eyes, words that will become a banner for all. He believes in strength, in the people's command, and in the victory that will come, casting aside sin. He knows the road will be difficult, and that a high price will have to be paid. But he is ready to go to the very end, for faith, for freedom, for a bright stage.
Plenum
The hall is stuffy, filled with tobacco smoke, The argument rages on, never ceasing for a moment. He stands like a stone idol, unsociable, And in his eyes is a cold, sharp glint. He defends his cause, Unafraid of criticism or reproach. He believes in the power of revolution, And that the world will change before its time. He sees in every face a reflection Of his hopes, his dreams, and his ideas. He knows that liberation will come, And that people will be happier than they are now. But ahead lie only years of trial, Blood, hunger, devastation, and war. He believes in the light, in his great missions, And that he will triumph, and that life will be full.
Railway station
The steps of the station, the dim light, And suitcases full of hope. He leaves, leaving a trace, In people's hearts, in their thoughts, and in their deliriums. He goes into the unknown, into the distance, Where other cities and countries await him. He believes in strength, in his holy steel, And that he will change the world, casting aside deceptions.
Speech
A voice flows from the podium like a river, Words like stones thrown into the crowd. He speaks of truth, of the future, of the present, of the need to build, not just to float on the waves. He calls for struggle, for unity, for the construction of a new, bright world. He believes in the strength of the people, in their fortitude, and that they will triumph, casting aside all idols. He knows the road will be difficult, and that a high price will have to be paid. But he is ready to go to the very end, for faith, for freedom, for a bright stage. He sees in the eyes of the people a reflection, of his hopes, his dreams, and his ideas. He knows that liberation will come, and that people will be happier than they are now.
Winter Garden
The greenhouse is quiet and sultry, the flowers like symbols of bygone days. He wanders here, alone, amidst the peace, and recalls his former destiny. He sees in every petal a reflection of his hopes, his dreams, and his ideas. He knows that liberation will come, and that people will be happier than they are now.
Letter
The ink freezes on the paper, Words are like thoughts released into the world. He writes letters full of courage, And believes that they will be heard and not forgotten. He writes about love, about friendship, About what is important in life, about dreams. He writes about hope, about freedom, And about believing in miracles. He knows the road will be difficult, And that a high price will have to be paid. But he is ready to go to the very end, For faith, for freedom, for a bright stage. He sees in every word a reflection, Of his hopes, his dreams, and his ideas. He knows that liberation will come, And that people will be happier than they are now.
Cabinet
Books, maps, a globe, silence, he's in his study, as if in his fortress. Here, ideas are born, full of them, and plans for the future, for the days to come. He thinks about the people, about the country, about how to make their lives brighter. He believes in the power of reason, in fire, and in the fact that it will triumph, casting aside the shadow.
Train
The wheels clatter, rhythmically and easily, The train carries him to distant lands. He looks out the window, at everything around him, And recalls his past fate without concealing it. He sees in the passengers' faces a reflection Of his hopes, his dreams, and his ideas. He knows that liberation will come, And that people will be happier than they are now.
Silence
In silence there is strength, in silence there is power. He knows this like no one else. He looks to the future without fear, and believes that there will be a different world. He sees in silence a reflection of his hopes, his dreams, and his ideas. He knows that liberation will come, and that people will be happier than they are now.
Shadow
The monument's shadow falls across the square, a reminder of the past, of the days of war. He looks at it, and in his heart—misery, and thoughts of the coming, new destiny of the country. He sees in this shadow a reflection of his hopes, his dreams, and his ideas. He knows that liberation will come, and that people will be happier than they are now.
Last look
There's weariness in his eyes, silence in his heart. He looks into the distance, at the earth's horizon. He knows that his spring has come, and that it's time for him to leave, to go far away. He sees in the sunset a reflection of his hopes, his dreams, and his ideas. He knows that liberation will come, and that people will be happier than they are now.