{"id":17185,"date":"2022-04-18T21:52:07","date_gmt":"2022-04-18T19:52:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mwehle.eu\/wp\/?p=17185"},"modified":"2022-04-18T21:53:58","modified_gmt":"2022-04-18T19:53:58","slug":"requiem-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/?p=17185","title":{"rendered":"Requiem"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in Leningrad. One day, somehow, someone &#8218;picked me out&#8216;. On that occasion there was a woman standing behind me, her lips blue with cold, who, of course, had never in her life heard my name. Jolted out of the torpor characteristic of all of us, she said into my ear (everyone whispered there) &#8211; &#8218;Could one ever describe this?&#8216; And I answered &#8211; &#8218;I can.&#8216; It was then that something like a smile slid across what had previously been just a face.<br \/>\n[The 1st of April in the year 1957. Leningrad]<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u03a9\u00a0\u03a9\u00a0\u03a9<\/p>\n<p>For seventeen months I have been screaming,<br \/>\nCalling you home.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve thrown myself at the feet of butchers<br \/>\nFor you, my son and my horror.<br \/>\nEverything has become muddled forever &#8211;<br \/>\nI can no longer distinguish<br \/>\nWho is an animal, who a person, and how long<br \/>\nThe wait can be for an execution.<br \/>\nThere are now only dusty flowers,<br \/>\nThe chinking of the thurible,<br \/>\nTracks from somewhere into nowhere<br \/>\nAnd, staring me in the face<br \/>\nAnd threatening me with swift annihilation,<br \/>\nAn enormous star.<br \/>\n[1939]<\/p>\n<p>\u2014Anna Akhmatova<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/mwehle.eu\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/Anna-Akhmatova-Requiem.pdf\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">full text<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in Leningrad. One day, somehow, someone &#8218;picked me out&#8216;. On that occasion there was a woman standing behind me, her lips blue with cold, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/?p=17185\">Weiterlesen <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17185","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17185","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17185"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17185\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17185"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17185"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mwehle.de\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17185"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}