{"id":28881,"date":"1985-05-19T17:36:13","date_gmt":"1985-05-19T15:36:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/?p=28881"},"modified":"2026-10-15T16:03:08","modified_gmt":"2026-10-15T14:03:08","slug":"homage-to-pushkin-through-his-%d0%bd%d1%8f%d0%bd%d0%b5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/homage-to-pushkin-through-his-%d0%bd%d1%8f%d0%bd%d0%b5\/","title":{"rendered":"Homage to Pushkin through his poem \u201c\u041d\u044f\u043d\u0435\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

In May 1985, the Official Language School (EOI) in Alicante organised its End-of-Year Festival, and I recited Pushkin\u2019s \u201c\u041d\u044f\u043d\u0435\u201d (\u201cNianie\u201d: \u201cTo the Nanny\u201d) in Russian.<\/p>\n

Pushkin<\/a> (1799\u20131837) is perhaps the greatest figure in Russian literature. In 1826, he wrote this short, tender poem dedicated to the woman who had been his nanny, Arina Rodionova<\/a>, whose photograph is the featured image for this post.<\/p>\n

Ever since then, this poem has stayed with me.<\/p>\n

The English translation of this poem would be:<\/p>\n

TO THE NANNY<\/strong><\/p>\n

My companion through my harsh days,
\nMy frail little dove!
\nAlone in the depths of the pine forests,
\nYou have been waiting for me for so long, so long.<\/p>\n

Beneath the window of your little room,
\nYou grieve, it seems as time goes by,
\nAnd the needles move ever so slowly, minute by minute,
\nIn your wrinkled hands.<\/p>\n

You gaze through the forgotten gate
\nAt the distant, dark road:
\nLonging, foreboding, and worry
\nConstantly weigh upon your breast.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019m posting a video here<\/a> of me reciting it in Russian, more than forty years on, and now with my own many wrinkles and longings\u2026<\/p>\n

May this brief post serve as a small homage to the rich Russian culture<\/strong> that left such a mark on me during my adolescence, my teen years.<\/p>\n

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And may this brief post also serve as a tribute to Mar\u00eda<\/b>, the nanny I had since I was one until I was four years old…<\/p>\n

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A poem I learnt by heart in 1985<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":28872,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[196,198],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28881","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-moncreativity","category-monhomages"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28881","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28881"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28881\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/28872"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28881"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28881"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mongonzalez.es\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28881"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}