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To October
We marched and begged for work and bread , our hearts gripped in the vice of anguish ,
factory chimneys reached up into the clouds , like hands which could not clench a fist .
The dread names of our fetters :
silence , suffering .
Our sad words burst out in the silence louder than the roar of guns .
Oh , Lenin :
You forged freedom from our torment .
You forget freedom from our toil-hardened hands .
We understood , Lenin , that our fate has only one name :
Strife , Strife .
Strife , you led us to the ultimate freedom .
Strife , you gave us the victory of labour .
Nobody will ever deprive us of the victory over oppression and darkness , never .
May each in the battle be young and bold .
May the name of this victory be October .
October is the Herald of the awaited dawn .
October is the freedom of rebellious ages .
October is labour , joy and song .
October is happiness in the fields and at the work bench .
The slogan , October and Lenin .
The new age and Lenin .
The Commune and Lenin .
A Octobre
Nous marchions et mendions du travail et du pain , nos coeurs étreints par l'étau de l'angoisse .
Les usines dressaient dans les nuages des mains impiussantes a refermer le poing .
Les noms redoutés de nos chaînes étaient :
silence , souffrance .
Nos plaintes brisèrent le silence , plus fortes que le rugissement des canons .
O Lénine !
De notre malheur , tu forgeas la liberte .
Avec nos mains calleuses , tu forgeas la liberté .
Nous savions , Lenine , que notre destin n'avait qu'un nom :
Lutte , lutte !
Lutte , tu nous conduis a notre ultime liberté .
Lutte , tu rends notre travail victorieux .
Personne jamais ne nous dépouillera de la victoire sur l'oppression et l'obscurité . Jamais .
Que chacun soit jeune et hardi au combat !
Que la victoire ait pour nom Octobre !
Octobre annonce l'aube attendue .
Octobre est la libération des siècles révoltés .
Octobre est travail , bonheur et chanson .
Octobre est joi au champ et a l'établi .
Ecoutez notre device : Octobre et Lénine .
L'âge nouveau et Lénine .
La Commune et Lénine .
An Den Oktober
Wir marschierten und baten um Arbeit und Brot , unsere Herzen gepreBt in den Schraubstock der Angst .
Fabrikschornsteine ragten in die Wolken hinauf , wie Hände , die keine Faust ballen konnten .
Die furchtbaren Namen unserer Fesseln :
Schweigen , Leiden .
Unsere Rufe der Trauer durchbrachen das Schweigen lauter als der Kanonendonner .
O Lenin :
Du schmiedetest Freiheit aus unserer Qual , du schmiedetest Freiheit aus unseren geschundenen Händen .
Wir lernten , Lenin , DaB unser Schicksal nur einen
Namen hat :
Kampf ! Kampf !
Kampf ! Du führtest uns zur höchsten Freiheit !
Kampf ! Du schenktest uns den Sieg der Arbeit !
Niemand wird ihn uns je wieder nehmen , den Sieg über Unterdrückung und Finsternis , niemals !
ImKampf sei eim jeder jung und tapfer .
Der Name des Sieges sei : Oktober .
Oktober ! Er ist der Herold des ersehnten Morgens .
Oktober ! Er ist die Freiheit der Zeiten des Aufstands .
Oktober ! Er ist das Glück auf dem Feld und an der Werkbank .
Die Parole lautet : Oktober und Lenin .
Die neue Zeir und Lenin .
Die Kommune und Lenin .
Oktyabryu
My shli , my prosili raboty i khleba , serdsta byli szbaty tiskami toski , zavodskiye trudy tyanulisya k nyebu , ka ruki byessil nyye szhat kulaki .
Strashno bylo imya nashikh tenyot : - molchanye , stradanye .
No gromche orudii vorvalis v molchanye slova nashei skoby .
O
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Ty vykoval volyu mozolistykh ruk .
My ponyali ,
borba ! borba !
Borba ! Ty vyela nas k poslednyemu volyu .
Borba ! Ty dala nam pobyedu truda .
I etoi pobyedy nad gynotom i tmoyu nikto nye otnimyet u nas , nikogda .
Pust kazhdyi v borbye budyet molod i khrabr .
Ved imya pobyedy Oktyabr .
Oktyabr ! Eto solntsye zhelanovo vyestnik .
Oktyabr ! Eto volya vostavshykh vekov .
Oktyabr ! Eto trud , eto radost i pyesnya .
Oktyabr ! Eto schastye polyei i stankov .
Vot znamya oktyabr
Vot imya zhivykh pokolyenii i
Kommuna i
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Dimitri Shostakovich (1906/1975- USSR) - Symphony NO. 2 , OP. 14
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To October - A Symphonic Dedication ; it was written for the 10th anniversary of the October Revolution .
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A Octobre - Dédicace Symphonique ; écrite pour célébrer le 10éme anniversaire de la Révolution d'Octobre .
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An den Oktober - Sinfonie bezeichnet ; zum 10 Jahrestag der Revolution .
Aleksandr Ilich Bezymensky was born on 19 January 1898 in Zhitomir,Ukraine.
In 1916 he entered the Kiev Institute of
Commerce. But the
Revolution of 1917 changed his path. He became active inrevolutionary events. His first poems were published in 1918,
followed soon by the collections "October Dawns" (1920) and
"To the
Sun" (1921).
In the 1920s he was active in the RAPP organization, working on the
staff of its journal "Na Postu". He also was an editor for
the
newspaper "Krasnaya Molodyozh". Many of his poems of this
era are
dedicated to the Komsomol, and one of them, "Molodaya Gvardiya"(Young Guard) (1922) was set to music and became the organization'santhem.
He also focued on subjects of topical interest to his readers, for
example; "About a Cap", "About Felt Boots",
"How Life Smells", and
of course "V.I. Lenin" and "Feliks".
During the Great Patriotic War he served as a reporter, accompanying
troops from Moscow to Prague. His experiences during these years are
reflected in his collection "Front Line Notebook"
Following the war, he continued to produce lyric, propagandistic, and
satiric peoms, such as "Stronger Than The Atom Bomb".
A.I. Bezymensky died on 26 June 1973
Biography written by Comrade Chairman
