Ismaïl Kadaré

REKUIEM PËR MAJAKOVSKIN

jezik: albanščina

Prevodi: nemščina (REQUIEM FÜR MAJAKOWSKI), francoščina (REQUIEM POUR MAÏAKOVSKI )

REKUIEM PËR MAJAKOVSKIN

Kam ngrënë në një tryezë me vrasësit e tij
Në shtëpinë e pushimit të shkrimtarëve në Dubulti, në Jalta.

Buzëqeshnin dhe flisnin për realizmin socialist,
Ndërsa gjaku i tij skuqte mbi qelqet e makinave,
Mbi xhaketat, karriget, rrogat e tyre,
Mbi fytyrën kuqaloshe të Jermillovit kritik.

I binin gjoksit dhe flisnin për realizmin socialist
Në presidiume me stof të kuq, nën emblema me yll,
Ndërsa atë shtrirë gjerë e gjatë në tokën e zezë
Dimri rus e ngrinte, për ta shkrirë në prill.

Forcë e errët e veshur me rroba socialiste,
Turmë kritikësh xhuxhë, spekulantë, karrieristë
Sulmonin në marshin shekullor të mediokërve :
«Ti ishe i madh, po ne ta hëngrëm kokën.»

Po ja, bronzi i tij në sheshin «Majakovski»
U ngrit dhe i vrenjtur vështroi vitet që vinin.
Pas turmës së vrasësve që i njihte, ai pa
Si retë e para të kundërrevolucionit nxinin.

1975

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jezik: nemščina

REQUIEM FÜR MAJAKOWSKI

Ich aß an einem Tisch mit seinen Mördern

Im Schriftstellererholungsheim Dubulti in Jalta.

Sie grinsten und redeten vom sozialistischen Realismus,

Während sein Blut rot über die Autoscheiben floss,

Über ihre Sakkos, Sessel, ihre Börsen,

Über des kritischen Jermilows rotfeistes Gesicht.

Sie brüsteten sich und redeten vom sozialistischen Realismus,

Auf rot drapierten Präsidiumstribünen unter Sternemblemen,

Während er, lang ausgestreckt in der schwarzen Erde,

Im russischen Winter gefror, dass ein April ihn taue.

Finstere Kraft im sozialistischen Gewand,

Kritikermeute aus Zwergen, Spekulanten, Karrieristen

Griff an zum ewigen Marsch der Mittelmäßigkeit:

»Du warst groß, doch wir haben dich kleingekriegt.«

Da stand er dann, in Bronze, auf dem Majakowski-Platz

Und blickte finster auf die Jahre, die kamen.

Nach der Meute der Mörder, ihm wohlbekannt, sah er

In dunklen Wolken heraufziehen: die Konterrevolution.

1975

jezik: francoščina

REQUIEM POUR MAÏAKOVSKI

J’avais pris place à la table des assassins
dans la datcha d'été des écrivains
à Douboulti, à Yalta.
Ils dissertaient du réalisme socialiste en riant aux éclats,
alors que son sang éclaboussait encore
les ailes de leurs voitures de fonction,
le revers de leur veston,
leurs fauteuils académiques,
leur or
et jusqu'au visage cramoisi de Iermilov, le critique.

Dissertant du réalisme socialiste, ils se tapaient sur le ventre
sur des estrades tendues de rouge vif,
sous l'emblème frappé de l'étoile en son centre,
tandis qu'étendu de tout son long sous l'humus
il subissait tour à tour le gel terrible de l'hiver russe
et la fonte des glaces en avril.

Ligues obscures drapées dans l'habit socialiste,
seconds couteaux de la critique, arrivistes
et calculateurs, tous montent à l'assaut,
entonnant le sempiternel refrain des ratés et des sots :

       «Tout ce qui est grand
       doit rentrer dans le rang.
       Tout ce qui dépasse,
       on le casse!»

Mais voici, place Maïakovski, sa statue de bronze.
Debout, il scrute avec chagrin
les années qui s'annoncent.
Par-delà la meute bien connue des assassins,
il voit monter à l'horizon
de sombres nuages,
le règne de la médiocrité sans partage,
une nouvelle morte-saison

1975

Ismaïl Kadaré

* 28.01.1936, Gjirokastra, Albanija
živi v: Paris, Francija

Ismail Kadaré is an Albanian writer, frequently mentioned as a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature, a leading figure of Albanian cultural life from the 1960s. During the terror of the Hoxha regime, Kadaré disclosed the true character of totalitarian rule and doctrines of socialist realism with subtle allegories, although as a committed Marxist he officially supported the liberation of Albania from its backward past.

Not only the “magic realism” of his prose, but also his poems feature pictures of immense power and beauty.

Ismail Kadaré was born in the museum-city of Gjirokastra, in southern Albania. His father worked in the civil service. Kadare grew up during the years of World War II, witnessing the occupation of his home country by fascist Italy, Nazi Germany, and the Soviet Union. He attended primary and secondary schools in Gjirokastra, and went on to study languages and literature at the Faculty of History and Philology of the University of Tirana. In 1956 Kadaré received a teacher's diploma. He also studied at the Gorky Institute of World Literature in Moscow.

Kadaré served as a delegate to the People's Assembly in 1970 and he was given freedom to travel and to publish abroad. A few months before the collapse of the communist regime in 1990, Kadaré emigrated to Paris where he has lived with his family ever since.

In 2005 Kadaré was awarded the Man Booker International Prize.

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