‘What are you reading?’ Gorchakov asks, unexpectedly.
‘Tarkovsky ... Poems by Arseny Tarkovsky.’ Eugenia looks a little taken aback, as though caught red-handed.
‘In Russian?’
‘No, it’s a translation ... A pretty good one ...’
‘Chuck them out.’
‘What for? ... Actually, the person who translated them, he’s an amazing poet, in his own right ...’ she says, as though trying to justify herself.
‘Poetry can’t be translated ... Art in general is untranslatable ...’
[1] http://www.stanford.edu/dept/DLCL/cgi-bin/web/files/skakov_t...
[2] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086022/
‘What are you reading?’ Gorchakov asks, unexpectedly.
‘Tarkovsky ... Poems by Arseny Tarkovsky.’ Eugenia looks a little taken aback, as though caught red-handed.
‘In Russian?’
‘No, it’s a translation ... A pretty good one ...’
‘Chuck them out.’
‘What for? ... Actually, the person who translated them, he’s an amazing poet, in his own right ...’ she says, as though trying to justify herself.
‘Poetry can’t be translated ... Art in general is untranslatable ...’
[1] http://www.stanford.edu/dept/DLCL/cgi-bin/web/files/skakov_t...
[2] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086022/