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  • MediaDB / «Poems. Review of Anna Akhmatova’s collection “The Rosary”” Leonid Kannegiser: download fb2, read online

    About the book: year / From the “Black Notebook” Z. Gippius: “...the murder of Uritsky finally took place (student<ent> Kannegiser ) and at the same time Lenin was wounded in the neck and chest. Uritsky died on the spot, Lenin survived and is now recovering. The Bolsheviks responded to this by arresting 10,000 people... They arrested one by one, indiscriminately. 512 were shot the first time, with an official announcement and a list of names. Then they shot another 500 without announcement. They don’t pretend to take and shoot the guilty, no, they just say that they are taking “hostages” in order to kill them in shoals, intimidating them with the number of people being killed. They have already announced the names of the next five hundred who will be killed soon... There is literally not a single family where there were not captured, taken away, completely disappeared..." (Gippius Z. <Diaries: 2 books>-2. pp. 139-140). “The human heart does not need happiness, it needs radiance,” Leonid Kannegiser wrote before his execution. “If my loved ones knew what radiance fills my soul now, they would be blissful and not shed tears.” In this life, where it is so difficult to become truly, deeply attached to anything, there is one thing worth striving for: merging with the deity. It is not given freely to anyone, but in what suffering does the soul rush about, thirsting for God, and what kind of torment is it not capable of in order to quench this thirst. And now everything is behind me, everything is behind me, melancholy, oppression, wandering, disorder. The Lord, like an unexpected gift, sent me strength for the feat; the feat is accomplished - and an unquenchable divine lamp shines in my soul. I didn’t want more from life, I didn’t strive for more. All my former earthly attachments and fleeting joys seem childish to me - and even the real grief of my loved ones, their despair, their inconsolable suffering - drowns for me in the radiance of the divine light spilled in me and around me».