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Classics/Foreign Lit, 02/09, Period 2
Classics: "You're due for the second of your four quizzes. Please take it, then use the rest of the class period to study or read."
The quiz consists of a brief passage from Theogony in Greek, which students are asked to translate and answer five questions about.
[OOC: Yep, tell me what grade you got.]
Foreign Literature in Translation: We will continue our wortk on Russian literature by studying the modern Russian concept of барды, or bard poetry.
Dream continues to lecture. At the end of his lecture, he gestures to some volumes of modern Russian poetry that are at the front of the class.
"Please find and present the lyrics to one such "bard" poem."
The quiz consists of a brief passage from Theogony in Greek, which students are asked to translate and answer five questions about.
[OOC: Yep, tell me what grade you got.]
Foreign Literature in Translation: We will continue our wortk on Russian literature by studying the modern Russian concept of барды, or bard poetry.
Dream continues to lecture. At the end of his lecture, he gestures to some volumes of modern Russian poetry that are at the front of the class.
"Please find and present the lyrics to one such "bard" poem."

Re: Foreign lit, 02/09
It was like the songs her American friend had sung.
"This is Dolsky's 'Neglected Youth':
What disappointments and what grief
Our dull lives gave us
Raised in the harsh games of street punks
Inherited our fathers harshness
Hunger displaced us into mad groups
Of wise and angry youths,
We walked the markets and the bars
Stealing cigarettes and cucumbers
All the men left walking deadly roads,
And all of their sins were forgiven by the Holy War.
And the punks as they passed
Threw their spare change
To poor little women and miserable men.
. . . You young people,
living in warmth, becoming smarter every minute,
you passed behind us by a whole class
a class of war, and thank God!
. . . . faraway years, worrisome years . .
ran from the rear towards war these young kids.
Our homeless freedom passed us by quickly.
Four yours . . . No four centuries of war."