[ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF AN INVITED SPEECH DELIVERED BY YURI ANDRUKHOVYCH TO THE EUROPEAN PARLIAMENT ON WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 15, 2004 IN STRASBOURG]
I first and foremost venture to bring to your attention an entirely personal vision. The hero of one of my novels, Stanislav Perfetsky, when he delivers a lecture before a no less worthy audience [...]

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Lindens at the end of bloom stand golden,
noiseless.
“There used to be dungeons here,” Neborak
said. Oh, the echo of ancient undergrounds
with names like those of girls or taverns—
“Dorotka,” “Under Angel,” and the one,
the cruelest “Tatarnia,” where eyes died first
and light hid in the armpits,
in the tongueless mouths!
This silence is meaningless now. It’s not even
a monument. And [...]

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City a constellation.
How often, lost, did we walk
toward the light of the buildings, of which
there was left not a stone! . . .
And who will believe that it was the light we followed?
How often did we go looking
for the mouth of the river,
a bridge, and a peer
in the northern deserts of yards,
but who will believe [...]

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