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Khristo (Izmirliev) Smirnenski

Born on September 17 (29), 1898 in Kukuš, Macedonia. The father participated in the activities of the Internal Macedonian Revolutionary Organization (IMRO). In 1908-10, Khristo moved to Sofia to live with his grandfather (a priest) and his uncle (a poet). After the death of his grandfather returned back to Kukuš. The aniimosity of the Balkan Wars forced the family to immigrate to Sofia. Financial hardship and the spirit of the post World War I period introduced him to the leftist movements. In 1920, he joined the Communist Youth League. Parallel to prolific poetry, he created journalist articles, feuilletons, and actively participated in the tumultuous political life of the early 1920s. Died of tuberculosis on June 14, 1923.

Khristo (Izmirliev) Smirnenski

Chervenite eskadroni


V utroto na svetla era, s fakela na nova vera

idvat bodri eskadroni s ustrem gord i nabeg smel

 

a nad tjah kat hishtni ptizi, kat nastrqchnali orlitzi

spuskat se i razpiljavat grqm shrapnel podir shrapnel

Kon izpravi se, izvili i, otronil setni sili,

grohne mqrtqv na zemjata njakoi voin porazen.

 

V mig uplashen spira konja, no nanovo toi dogonja

stqpkite na eskadrona, v obstij priliv ustremen.

I razveli bjuni grivi, nad pozhqnatite nivi,

kato vihqr otminavat eskadron sled eskadron.

 

Pod kopitata izviva prah na oblacheta sivi

i premrezhva s bronzov bljasqk ognenia horizont.

Eto tatqk kraj vqrbite eknaha pushkala skriti

i vqlni ot kqrvav plamqk srestnaha se grqd s grqd

 

svi se burja bezposhtadna, zazvqntja stomana hladna -

kratka shvatka, i otnovo eskadronite letjat...

Ah, letete eskadroni! V ustrema vi milioni

pogledi sa prikovani sqs nadezhda i ljubov.

 

Svil desnitzata korava, zelij svjat se dnes izpravja

stresnat, trognat, ocharovan ot pobednia vi zov.

Neka v uzhas, v iznenada ruhne vsjaka cherna sgrada

na svetovnata nepravda, na spodavenia ston

 

i chovekqt da nemeri zad otkrehnatite dveri

mqrtvi starite himeri na bezdushnia zakon.

Ah. letete vij sred sech i dqzd ot ogneni kartechi,

vij - razvihreni predtechi na bezoblachnite dni!

 

S burja, mqlnia i grohot vqzbestete gordij pohod

na vqzbunenite robi, na chervenite vqlni!

I kogato setnij kamqk na obgqrnatia v plamqk

i razruha dreven zamqk se otroni v pepelta,

vij sleznete ot konete i zemjata zelunete -

 

vqztzarete vechna obich, vechna pravda ha sveta.


Last modified: October 14, 1997

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