The Image of Women in Contemporary Soviet Fiction

Abstract

Unfathomable are The secrets of translation: There was a parody-An ode's the new creation. Byt' zhenshchinoi-chto eto znachit? Kakoyu tainoyu vladet'? Vot zhenshchina. No ty nezryachii. Ni v chern ne vinovat, nezryach! A zhenshchina sebya naznachit, Naznachit kak lekarstvo-vrach. I esli zhenshchina prikhodit, Sebe edinstvenno verna, Ona prikhodit-kak prokhodit Chuma, blokada i voina. I esli zhenshchina prikhodit 10 sebe zavodit rech', Ona, kak provod, tok provodit, Chtob nad toboyu svet zazhet'. Rimma Kazakova, 1987 What does it mean to be a woman? What is the secret one must know? Here is a woman. But you're blind. And blind, you're innocent, alas! And she prescribes herself, Like medicine a doctor. And when a woman comes, True to herself alone, She comes, like pestilence, a blockade, Or like a war that passes through. And when a woman comes, Begins to speak about herself, She's like a wire, bringing current, To tum on light above your head.