{"id":10796,"date":"2022-03-24T14:35:54","date_gmt":"2022-03-24T12:35:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10796"},"modified":"2022-03-24T14:35:56","modified_gmt":"2022-03-24T12:35:56","slug":"pro-viipuri-1940-pro-vyborg","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10796","title":{"rendered":"Pro Viipuri (1940) \/ Pro Vyborg"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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Pro Viipuri (1940) \/ Pro Vyborg<\/p>\n


Yli paikan ja ajan
n\u00e4\u00e4n sinut, poltettu, h\u00e4vitetty, ylpe\u00e4 kaupunki:
polttoroviostasi, yli lieskan ja pauhun
roihuaa taivaalle Suomen leijona,
jonka tuliharjaa vasten
piirtyy Torkkelin linnan ja sinivalkoisen viirin
ylv\u00e4s taru:
me kest\u00e4mme.<\/p>\n

L\u00e4pi aution maiseman,
Kranaatinr\u00e4j\u00e4hdysten saattelemana
Kuljen savunsy\u00f6m\u00e4lle kotipihalle.
Mit\u00e4 taloj\u00e4ttil\u00e4isen hiiltynyt luuranko,
Kauhun kivettym\u00e4, vartioi.
Pari mustaa savupiippua,
Hiekkaa, soraa, tiilimurskaa,
Kellarinikkunain onton silm\u00e4parin synkk\u00e4 tuijotus
Kivijalan matalasta otsasta \u2013
Ei el\u00e4m\u00e4\u00e4 mit\u00e4\u00e4n.
Ja kuitenkin:
Raunioilta versoo vaivaiskoivu!
Kuolemaa ja h\u00e4vityst\u00e4 uhmaten,
keinuen hiljaa tuulessa
suhisee se korvaani:
katso aurinkoon!<\/p>\n

S\u00e4dehtiv\u00e4n\u00e4 nousee tulipallo
Kaupungin rikkin\u00e4isen siluetin takaa
Ja valaa kirkastuneen avaruuden hehkun
kotikaupungin rakkaille \u00e4idinkasvoille.
Kuinka kauniit ne ovatkaan,
vaikka sodan veriset vaunut ovat vierineet
niiden ylitse
ruhjoen ne muodottomiksi \u2013
kauniimmat kuin koskaan ennen,
rakkaammat kuin koskaan ennen.<\/p>\n

Ja min\u00e4 n\u00e4en:
id\u00e4n uhkan pime\u00e4 pilvi
v\u00e4istyy kaupungin paljon k\u00e4rsineelt\u00e4 otsalta,
tuhannet auringot nousevat sen tumman
varjokuvan takaa,
uudet sukupolvet kulkevat vanhan Viipurin
katuja,
voimakkaat k\u00e4det rakentavat kaupunkia.
Se nousee, kasvaa, el\u00e4\u00e4!
Vesiportin tornikello mittaa ikuista aikaa…<\/p>\n

EEVA-LIISA MANNER<\/p>\n

………………….<\/p>\n

Pro Vyborg
(1940)<\/p>\n

Over the place and time
I see you, burned, destroyed, proud city:
from your pyre, over the flame and roar
blazes in the sky the Finnish lion,
on whose mane of fire
the glorious fable of Torkkeli Castle and the blue-white flag
are projected:
we will endure.<\/p>\n

Through the desolate landscape,
Accompanied by grenade explosions
I walk into a smoky backyard.
Guarded by the charred skeleton of the giant house,
a petrification of horror.
A pair of black chimneys,
Sand, gravel, crushed brick,
A gloomy stare of the hollow pair of eyes of the basement windows
from the low forehead of the stone foundation –
There is no life at all.
And still:
The birch shoots from the ruins!
Defying death and destruction,
swinging quietly in the wind
it whispers in my ear:
look at the sun!<\/p>\n

A fireball rises radiantly
Behind the broken skyline of the city
And sheds the glow of brightened space
to the beloved mother face of the hometown.
How beautiful it is,
although the bloody chariots of war have rolled
over it
crushing it formless –
more beautiful than ever before
dearer than ever before.<\/p>\n

And I see:
the dark cloud of the eastern threat
moves away from the city’s hard-hit forehead,
thousands of suns rise from behind
its dark shadow,
new generations pass through the old Vyborg’s
streets,
strong hands build the city.
It rises, grows, lives!
The Watergate tower clock measures eternal time …<\/p>\n

………………..<\/p>\n

Pro Vyborg
(1940)<\/p>\n

Peste loc \u0219i timp
Te v\u0103d pe tine, oras ars, distrus, m\u00e2ndru:
din rugul tau, peste flacara \u0219i vuiet
mistuie pe cer leul finlandez ,
pe-a c\u0103rui coam\u0103 de foc
se proiecteaza glorioasa fabula Castelului Torkkeli si fanionul albastru-alb:
vom \u00eendura.<\/p>\n

Prin peisajul de\u0219ert,
\u00censo\u021bit de explozii de grenade
M\u0103 \u00eendrept spre o curte consumat\u0103 de fum.
Pazit\u0103 de scheletul carbonizat al casei uriase,
o petrificare a groazei.
O pereche de hornuri negre,
Nisip, pietri\u0219, c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103 zdrobit\u0103,
Privirea posomor\u00e2t\u0103 a perechii de ochi goale de la ferestrele de la subsol
De la fruntea joas\u0103 a temeliei de piatr\u0103 –
Nu este nimic \u00een via\u021b\u0103.
\u0218i totu\u0219i:
Mesteacanul trage din ruine!
Sfid\u00e2nd moartea \u0219i distrugerea,
leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-se lini\u0219tit \u00een v\u00e2nt
\u00eemi \u0219opte\u0219te la ureche:
uite la soare!<\/p>\n

O minge de foc se ridic\u0103 radiant
\u00cen spatele orizontului spart al ora\u0219ului
\u0218i revars\u0103 str\u0103lucirea spa\u021biului luminat
pe fata iubita de mama a orasului natal.
Ce frumoasa e,
de\u015fi s-au rostogolit carele s\u00e2ngeroase de r\u0103zboi
peste ea
zdrobindu-i forma –
mai frumoasa ca oric\u00e2nd
mai drag\u0103 dec\u00e2t oric\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Si vad:
norul \u00eentunecat al amenin\u0163\u0103rii r\u0103s\u0103ritene
face loc frun\u021bii puternic lovite a ora\u0219ului,
mii de sori r\u0103sar din spatele
siluetei lui \u00eentunecate
noile genera\u021bii trec prin ale vechiului Vyborg
strazi
m\u00e2ini puternice construiesc ora\u0219ul.
Se ridic\u0103, cre\u0219te, tr\u0103ie\u0219te!
Ceasul turnului de la Poarta apei masoara timpul etern…<\/p>\n

traducere, M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10796","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-eeva-liisa-manner"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10796","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10796"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10796\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10798,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10796\/revisions\/10798"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10796"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10796"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10796"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}