What Makes the Russian Soul So Deep and Unique?

Thursday July 24 WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM Maria Lankina The RUSSIAN SOUL: The history of Writers, Poets, The Russian Winter and Spring, Gogol, Pushkin, Tolstoy, spirituality, suffering, identity 1, 4,7,10 PM EDT NY + The Classical Music Hour 12 Noon and 8 PM and DJ Tony Techno Music 10 AM and 9 PM EDT NY – Add +8 Moscow +15 Vladivostok – 10 AM PDT LAsoul 20

The most beautiful Russian woman

The most beautiful Russian woman

An ode to an angelic Russian woman from an American man who will never forget her vision

Where were you when I needed you?
I know
By the time I was marching into the cruel and ugly world of business you were not even born
As I started my career you were a little girl in Moscow
And I was eight thousand miles away in Miami
When you finally came to the United States at fourteen I was forty- two
I had no idea that you even existed
As you returned to Russia and became an expert in your field
We were separated by miles and oceans
Again we were barely in the same universe
Only two little dots running through the world
Finally you came here
You made a new life for yourself
And I was doing the same
We were both traveling
On a journey through space
Again your presence was unknown to me
I had met some women
But none were for me
Or maybe I was not for them
Then one day I called a lady
And she said you would be perfect for the venture I was exploring
You answered on the second ring
We agreed to meet across from the Atlantic Ocean
The place was very dark
Candles flickered on the tables
The fountains danced and sparkled amid the wind and lights
I arrived and I called you on the phone
You said were already seated
As I came closer
You rose up and extended your hand
And I looked into your eyes
Without knowing it at the time
I saw the heart of Pushkin and the soul of Gogol
I saw everything wonderful and beautiful that life had to offer
Yours was the most beautiful face I had ever seen
I pursued you
We met we talked
We exchanged messages
Even poetry
But the gap was too great between us
You could never be mine
It was all a dream
Which could never be fulfilled
But to this very moment you are often on my mind
And I will always love you and wonder where you are
And what it is you are doing
Though I am relegated to love you from afar
And see only your image in my mind
You will always be a part of me
I will dream of you and what could have been
If only separated by a few less years in age and a few less miles across the broad expanse of earth
In another life you could have been mine
And I so hope that in the next life we will be joined for eternity
I have not given up the dream nor the love
I love you
And I always will
My wonderful Russian beauty

An unknown author to an unknown woman

An ode to an angelic Russian woman from an American man who will never forget her vision

An ode to an angelic Russian woman from an American man who will never forget her vision

 

Where were you when I needed you?

I know

By the time I was marching into the cruel and ugly world of business you were not even born

As I started my career you were a little girl in Moscow

And I was eight thousand miles away in Miami

When you finally came to the United States at fourteen I was forty- two

I had no idea that you even existed

As you returned to Russia and became an expert in your field

We were separated by miles and oceans

Again we were barely in the same universe

Only two little dots running through the world

Finally you came here

You made a new life for yourself

And I was doing the same

We were both traveling

On a journey through space

Again your presence was unknown to me

I had met some women

But none were for me

Or maybe I was not for them

Then one day I called a lady

And she said you would be perfect for the venture I was exploring

You answered on the second ring

We agreed to meet across from the Atlantic Ocean

The place was very dark

Candles flickered on the tables

The fountains danced and sparkled amid the wind and lights

I arrived and I called you on the phone

You said were already seated

As I came closer

You rose up and extended your hand

And I looked into your eyes

Without knowing it at the time

I saw the heart of Pushkin and the soul of Gogol

I saw everything wonderful and beautiful that life had to offer

Yours was the most beautiful face I had ever seen

I pursued you

We met we talked

We exchanged messages

Even poetry

But the gap was too great between us

You could never be mine

It was all a dream

Which could never be fulfilled

But to this very moment you are often on my mind

And I will always love you and wonder where you are

And what it is you are doing

Though I am relegated to love you from afar

And see only your image in my mind

You will always be a part of me

I will dream of you and what could have been

If only separated by a few less years in age and a few less miles across the broad expanse of earth

In another life you could have been mine

And I so hope that in the next life we will be joined for eternity

I have not given up the dream nor the love

I love you

And I always will

My wonderful Russian beauty

 

An unknown author to an unknown woman

Russian Winter- Russian Soul

Russian Winter- Russian Soul.

 

The Russian Winter-The Russian Soul

The Russian winter…

It is a hard one.

Epiphany frosts,

The hinterland of Yakutia,

The degrees fall fast,

And the Sun

Forgets Mother Russia.

Yet the winter is often Russia’s greatest ally.

Turning back the Swedes,

While later the winds of December and the gales of January

Saw the Germans starve and surrender at Stalingrad.

The ice and the snow had vanquished the German foes.

The Red Banner flew over the city in triumph.

The descendants of Peter and Catherine had prevailed.

The enemy but destroyed by the snows and ice,

That on many occasions have been Russia’s strongest friends.

The Russian winter is often a white splendor,

Sparkling and glittering in the waning light of the day.

Yet more than that,

It has forged the Russian soul,

A soul that runs deeper and wider

Then those in other places.

A soul with the capacity to love, to fight, to seek, to feel the life

To know the life and understand it.

Yes from the winter, the cold, the fury,

Comes the Russian soul

It is the Russian winter

That sets apart the Russian soul

And makes the Russian man and the Russian woman

Sparkle like bright stars

Amidst the Milky Way

At times the same as all the rest

But for all time always different

James Tucci

Miami, Florida

October 4, 2013

 

Russian Winter- Russian Soul

The Russian Winter-The Russian Soul

 

The Russian winter…

It is a hard one.

Epiphany frosts,

The hinterland of Yakutia,

The degrees fall fast,

And the Sun

Forgets Mother Russia.

 

Yet the winter is often Russia’s greatest ally.

Turning back the Swedes,

While later the winds of December and the gales of January

Saw the Germans starve and surrender at Stalingrad.

The ice and the snow had vanquished the German foes.

The Red Banner flew over the city in triumph.

The descendants of Peter and Catherine had prevailed.

The enemy but destroyed by the snows and ice,

That on many occasions have been Russia’s strongest friends.

 

The Russian winter is often a white splendor,

Sparkling and glittering in the waning light of the day.

Yet more than that,

It has forged the Russian soul,

A soul that runs deeper and wider

Then those in other places.

A soul with the capacity to love, to fight, to seek, to feel the life

To know the life and understand it.

Yes from the winter, the cold, the fury,

Comes the Russian soul

It is the Russian winter

That sets apart the Russian soul

And makes the Russian man and the Russian woman

Sparkle like bright stars

Amidst the Milky Way

At times the same as all the rest

But for all time always different

 

James Tucci

Miami, Florida

October 4, 2013

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The Russian Winter. It is not an easy one.

The Russian Winter. It is not an easy one.

The Russian Winter

For a visitor to Moscow,
Whether it be from the States or Western Europe,
The city is at first a bit daunting
And seemingly closed to strangers.
But once that initial contact is made,
From one person to another,
It is readily apparent
That no matter our place of origin
Nor where we make our home,
We emanate from the one
And it is here in Moscow that we form the one.
We are all children of the universe
And Gogol’s Russian soul runs deep
In this very cold and beautiful world.
I left my time in Moscow
With the words of Pushkin pulsating in my heart
“I Loved You.”

James Tucci 2013

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