"The air is full of the recent storm.
Everything has come to life, breathes like in heaven.
With all the outpouring of its lilac clusters
the lilac inhales the stream of freshness.
Everything is alive with the changing of the weather.
Roof gutters flood with rain,
and brighter and brighter is the change of the sky
and the height beyond the storm clouds is blue.
The artist’s hands are still all-powerful –
he washes off dust and dirt from everything.
Transformed by his dyes
reality and past events continue to grow.
Memory of the half century,
like a passing storm departed backwards.
A century went out from his guardianship,
time to give space to the future.
It’s not upheavals and revolutions
which clean the path to a new life,
but the revelations, storms and munificence
of someone’s inflamed soul."
Boris Pasternak (1890 – 1960)
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