A poem from the movie Interstellar

We present to your attention a protest against death, an incredible poem by the famous Welsh poet Thomas Dylan (October 27, 1914 - November 9, 1953) in a beautiful translation by Alexandra Berlina.

It is truly immortal. It is especially disturbing that the poet wrote this poem for his dying father...

Probably, if cryonics had already been invented and cryonics organizations had already been created, perhaps Thomas Dylan of his father ...

It seems that Thomas Dylan was a natural immortalist - a man who does not resign himself to the power of death. But he himself died shortly before Julian Huxley coined the word "transhumanism"...

It is curious that Dylan Thomas's drama The Doctor and the Devils was made into a film with Timothy Dalton in leading role. The plot is based on true history about how a scientist bought fresh corpses for anatomical research, although he suspected that they were obtained by murder.

Do not go humbly into the dusk of death

Do not follow peacefully into the distance, where there is no light,

Let old age meet its end with anger.

Though the wise men know that darkness is the answer

To the light of all words, the sage does not follow

Resigned to where there is no light.

And the righteous who kept his vow

Bring goodness like a solar crown,

Evil cries when the light fades.

Savage, free man, poet,

A wonderful singer, a catcher of rays,

Will not wander where there is no light.

Seeing a swarm of comets before death

Through the blindness of all past years, blind man

Revolts when the light goes out.

You are not on a slope - at the top of years.

Meet death with wrath, I beg you, father.

Do not follow peacefully into the distance, where there is no light.

Rebel, rebel when the light fails.

There is another translation (by Vasily Betaki) of the same poem, which perhaps someone will like more:

Don't turn off when you leave...

Let old age flare up with the glow of sunset.

The sage says: the night is righteous rest,
Without becoming a winged lightning in life.
Do not go out, leaving in the darkness of the night.
A fool beaten by a storm wave
As in a quiet bay - I'm glad that I'm hidden in death ...
Stand up against the darkness that has crushed the light of the earth.
The scoundrel who wanted to hide the sun with a wall,
Whine when the night of reckoning comes.
Do not go out, leaving in the darkness of the night.
The blind man will see in his last moment:
After all, there were stars-rainbows once...
Stand up against the darkness that has crushed the light of the earth.
Father, you are in front of the black steepness.
From tears, everything in the world is salty and holy.
Do not go out, leaving in the darkness of the night.
Stand up against the darkness that has crushed the light of the earth.

To the question Verse from interstellar? A poem from interstellar? I liked it very much, I watched it in the cinema, I can’t find the verse "do not listen to the darkness" given by the author Yurii Viktorovich Pliakhowsky the best answer is The oft-quoted lines in the film that begin with "Don't go gentle into that good night" are taken from the poem.
Do not go humbly, into the twilight of eternal darkness,
Let infinity smolder in a furious sunset.
Anger burns at how the mortal world goes out,
Let the wise men say that only peace of darkness is right.
And do not kindle a smoldering fire.
Do not go humbly into the twilight of eternal darkness,
Anger burns at how the mortal world goes out
Here are some more translations:

Let old age flare up with the glow of sunset.

The sage says: the night is righteous rest,
Without becoming a winged lightning in life.
Do not go out, leaving in the darkness of the night.
A fool beaten by a storm wave
As in a quiet bay - I'm glad that I'm hidden in death. .
Stand up against the darkness that has crushed the light of the earth.
The scoundrel who wanted to hide the sun with a wall,
Whine when the night of reckoning comes.
Do not go out, leaving in the darkness of the night.
The blind man will see in his last moment:
After all, there were stars-rainbows once. .
Stand up against the darkness that has crushed the light of the earth.
Father, you are in front of the black steepness.
From tears, everything in the world is salty and holy.
Do not go out, leaving in the darkness of the night.
Stand up against the darkness that has crushed the light of the earth.
***
Do not go meekly into the darkness,
Be furious before the night of all nights,

Though the wise know - you can not master the darkness,
In the darkness, words can not light the rays
- Do not go meekly into the darkness,
Though the good sees: do not save him
The living green of my youth,
Don't let your light go out.
And you, who grabbed the sun on the fly,
Singing light, find out by the end of days,
That you will not go meekly into the darkness!
The stern sees: death is coming to him
Meteoritic glow of lights,
Don't let your light go out!
Father, from the heights of curses and sorrows
Bless with all your fury
- Do not go meekly into the darkness!
Don't let your light go out!
Original:
Don't go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Thought wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they

good men, the last wave by crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Don't go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Don't go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Answer from Anton Anosov[newbie]
Do not go humbly into the twilight of the night! Let it blaze in the sunset of the day Lame old age and prophesy to Ash that the consequence of fire. The wise have a shorter path to the light, But he sleeps in the chambers of darkness. the taste of the sea, That our bays turn green, You burn, and old age echoes - Ash - is a consequence of fire. Those who know the grief of loneliness Mournfully vegetate in the darkness. Do not go humbly into the dusk of the night, Do not leave us again. And soon they will turn into ash, which is the result of fire. And you, father, do not close your eyes, Bless me soon.

Answer from Nastya Kalmykova[newbie]
Very tragic movie, love it!! VERY VERY. And the poem, including .. Cried like never before

Answer from Elena[guru]
Poems in the film "Interstellar": Do not go humbly into the twilight of eternal darkness, Let infinity smolder in a furious sunset. Anger burns at how the mortal world goes out. Gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Thoughwise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Goodmen, the last wave by, crying how bright Wildmen who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Gravemen, near death, who see with blinding sightBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay ,Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, the re on the sad height,Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.Do not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Dylan Thomas

Snow again today. The white veil, fluffy and weightless in appearance, has not been touched by man. In an empty ward with a bunch of toys and picture books, in the very center of it sits a boy of six or seven years old in appearance - no more. He has thick blond hair that curls at the ends and hazy blue eyes that a child rubs with his fists. He lies on the soft rug next to the bunk, with colored chalk clutched in one hand. The boy examines the drawing on the album sheet and smiles, pleased with himself. There, a short girl in a violet dress smiles and a man next to her - obviously her husband - holding greens, brilliant green and green sweets, as well as buttons, which he holds out to a man in a white coat - "Uncle Doctor". The artist himself is not in this picture. As it is not in the rest of the drawings. The boy thinks about this and many other things. Why is he sitting here? Where are his peers? Will Mommy take him home for the weekend? Loaded with these thoughts, he sighs, pressing his cheek against the piece of paper. Yawning, the baby closes his eyes, releasing the chalk from his hands. New drugs make me sleepy. - Mika! Half asleep, they picked him up, shaking him. Waking up, the boy was shrunken from the cold. The nurse who brought the lunch promptly moved him to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and, taking his small hands in his own, examined them with a convulsive sigh. - Don't take the paper without me and the other aunt, okay? You could cut yourself. And do not lie on the floor - you will catch a cold. Then you may need drops. We can't give them to you, remember? Rolling her eyes, Michaela nodded. From resentment, he pursed his lips, not listening to the guy in the medical uniform. Mika looked at one point and, listening to the sound of the wind outside the window, was silent. He looked away to the drawing and noticed that the red had been replaced by black. Lots and lots of black. So Michaela, a hemophiliac, cried for the first time, just to get attention.

They were nine. Mikaela hiding behind his doctor, and Yuichiro, who has a cast on his leg. - Get acquainted. The man squatted down, and the boy next to him recoiled in fear. But he was certainly interested. “Mika, this is Yuichiro-kun. We had nowhere to place him, but, fortunately, your parents were not against it. Yuu-kun, this is Michaela-kun. I think your parents already warned you about it. Try to make friends, okay? This was the first parting word for the two of them. Yuuichiro is a restless boy, and adults would often visit their famous ward number five hundred and thirty for safety. - You're a foreigner, right? When he got tired of reading, Yuichiro climbed onto the windowsill. - My mother is Russian, but my father is Japanese. - Wow! It's probably fun. What language do you speak at home? Do you have bears or pandas at home? Yui, who was about to open the window, stopped short. He remembered the words spoken by his mother: “This boy is sick. Please don't bring anything spicy with you - I know you love that. And never open the windows: adults will do it themselves if they need to. He noticed in time that his roommate was silent, just as he felt his expectant gaze on him. - We… We are not going home. - BUT? Where do you live then? - Here. It was obvious that Mika was embarrassed. Noticeable, perhaps, to anyone, but not Yui. - You're lying, this does not happen! He said it more out of surprise than outrage. - I am not lying! - in response, Michaela was really indignant. “That doesn’t happen,” the boy repeated, pouting. - Christmas is coming soon! And then - New Year! It cannot be that a child is left without gifts on this holiday, as my mother always says. And also, if you make a wish at exactly midnight, it will definitely come true. - Will the truth come true? Looking at Miki's mesmerized face, Yuichiro grinned triumphantly with a nod. - But you have to be good, otherwise Santa Claus won't come. "Tell me what I need to do, please, Yuu-chan." - Well, write it down ... Wait, what did you call me? - Uncle Ferid always calls me "Mika-chan" and says that he loves me very much. But Aunt Krul said that means we're friends, - Michaela clenched his fingers into the castle and fell silent for a while, hesitating. - Do not you like it? Snorting, Yui smiled. He walked closer to his neighbor and held out his hand, which he shook in bewilderment. Yui's hand, unlike Miki's, is surprisingly warm. - Let's be friends? It seems that his heart, this tiny part of the body, is about to burst. - I'll tell you how to fool Santa Claus. Let me tell you about my school. And you're talking about yours. - I... I don't go to school. - Wow, you're lucky! That is OK. I'll teach you how to draw and, if you can do it, I'll make an airplane. - Can you make planes? - the surprise of the child knew no bounds. - Yes, paper! But I bet when I grow up, I'll build a bunch of planes myself and the Prime Minister himself and the Emperor will come to shake my hand together. Yui was proud of himself. He made a friend so quickly. Due to his age, he did not understand at all what he had become for Mika. - Shall we draw? And that is quite boring. You do not have a prefix, as I see. Michaela shook his head, and for greater understanding - twice. - I'm not allowed to draw. I might cut myself. Mika pursed his lips again, sighing. Something vilely sucked under the spoon. “Hmm…” Yui brightened up. - Wait a second, I'm here. He rushed away from the ward, and Mika could only look at his back. The new friend disappeared for almost ten minutes and returned out of breath. In his hands were a jacket, a scarf and ... - Here! Yuichiro put a pair of warm gloves into the hands of others. “That way you won’t cut yourself, right?” - Yes ... Yes, it is. Thank you, Yuu-chan. He put on gloves and suddenly felt his cheeks burning. - Now let's draw! You'll see, I'll become the greatest artist. Yui is so self-confident, so stupid and naive. Mika laughed. Happiness filled him. But joyful times are fleeting. Yuichiro was discharged the following week. And even though he, with an uncertain smile, assured his friend that he would “visit him somehow,” Mika believed that he would come. Even though I knew it wouldn't happen.

The twelfth winter of Michaela has arrived. And just like last year, he writes to Santa. “Please heal me” “I behaved well, so please, at least this year they can take me home” “Is my new mother kinder than the previous one?” “Santa, I'm doing bad things, but let Yui-chan get into my room again. Or at least this hospital. If I ask too much, can he just visit me once? The children with whom he went to general procedures constantly said that Santa did not exist. But that day Mika found out they were lying. The whole class came. He was warned - "you will be visited on Christmas Eve." - Yo, Mika! I brought the guys from the class. Yuichiro smiled - sincerely and brightly. Unlike his own, pity froze on the faces of his classmates. Yes, they definitely knew - Mika is sick, and his illness is hard to cure. He probably won't live to be thirty. He cannot get hurt, pricked - the blood does not coagulate without special preparations. He can not do any drips or blood transfusions. He was unlucky with his parents: his mother is a carrier of the gene, his father is sick himself, but in a much milder form. It is unlikely that Mika would have been helped by home treatment. - Nice to meet you, Michaela. The class president holds out her hand to him, and Micah takes it. "Lie". - Guys, okay, you can go. Yuichiro said goodbye to them half an hour later, which made Miku incredibly happy. All the same, they only whispered and hesitated on the spot. “You did come, Yui-chan. - When we first met, I lived far away. And now dad was put in some kind of bump in this hospital, well, and ... - he smiled with an embarrassed smile unusual for him, scratching his cheek. - Here I am. This time I firmly promise to visit you. He ruffled Michaela's blond hair. - Ahaha, they are really soft! Not holding back a smile, Mika took out gloves from under the mattress. "It's yours, Yuu-chan. They are still small for me. - Oh, so you don't draw anymore? There seemed to be disappointment in his voice. “I lost such a wonderful teacher. - Then I'll break my leg again. Mika immediately waved his hands and head. “Yuu-chan, I won’t forgive myself for this. - Come on, I liked these unscheduled holidays! - Well without school? Yuichiro paused, looking into his eyes. He seemed serious as never before. - Good with you. Mika felt his heart skip a beat.

Yuuichiro kept his promise. He came at least once every two weeks. He used to visit more often in the summer, but left much earlier. But in winter he even managed to skip, but he always stayed late. Once every three days Mika saw him on the threshold of his room. So Mikaela lived - from winter to winter. He realized his feelings at the age of fourteen. The guy blushed a little - at such moments, Yuichiro always said that he seemed healthier - he smiled, surreptitiously watching his friend, and as if inadvertently touched other people's fingers with his own. Yui never pulled his hands back. - If you studied with us, girls would hang on you. They fall for this type. - Tell them that my heart is already taken. “Hah, you are a true idol. Mika smiled faintly as he looked fondly at Yui's hand, which was clasping his own. This year he is much worse, but the doctors say it is temporary - the influence of weather, sun, transitional age and everything else. - How are you doing in your studies? "School is the same as always," he snorted. I don't even want to talk. But in the art house, my work is taken to the exhibition, ”he said proudly. Are you talking about that comic? No, no, it hasn't been finalized yet. Remember when I said I was practicing oil painting? Mika nodded. Sensei liked it. He said that I have a very interesting technique and idea. I wanted to show some kind of light passing through the picture, so I preferred canvas to glass. “Yuu-chan, you will go far. Tell me about her, - his voice sounded quiet and peaceful. While stroking the other's hand with his thumb, Yuuichiro covered it with his other hand. - I'll pass on his words better. Sensei said that through the abstract outline you can see the figure, and the light outline emphasizes… Um, holiness? - such words embarrassed Yui. - I also made the first layer black and then white. In fact, I just ran out of red paint, and the old man spewed some philosophical nonsense, - he laughed, squeezing the other hand tighter. - At the age of six, I also didn’t have a red crayon at hand; I had to draw in black. I don't remember at all why I did it. - Perhaps it was blood? Mika shrugged. He didn't want to think about it. Understanding his position, Yui continued, poking his cold thin fingers with the tip of his nose. - More ... There was a lot of blue: sky blue, deep blue, almost blue, actually white. I couldn't find the right shade. Sensei was surprised by this work of mine, he stood near it for a long time. I will never forget his words - goosebumps like now: “this ... It clings to life, it dies, but why are the tones so light and light? I see agony, I see hope. God, this is so cruel." - What did you call her? Mikaela decided to ask when Yui stopped talking. - "To Eden," - he again looked into the eyes of the sick guy, who had a hard time focusing his eyes. - Garden of Eden? Goosebumps ran down Miki's skin now. - I'm scared. - Me too. Yui leans towards him and, without letting go of his hand, gently hugs him. He got too attached to this guy. Yuichiro can't say "don't go" because it doesn't depend on Miki. And how I would like it to depend. Michaela is like a spring flower in winter. He, who has grown up at the wrong time, fades before he has time to bloom. He is turning pale and losing weight every day, but Yui believes in the predictions of the attending physician and his father: "everything will be fine, the body needs time to readjust." But the guy was so worried that Mika was sleeping more and more often. He runs his hand through someone else's hair and, hearing measured breathing, rightly concludes that his friend dozed off. - Sweet dreams, Mika. Yuuichirou briefly touches the lips of others with his own, lingering on them for quite a while, and leaves. What he doesn't know is that Michaela was only pretending to be asleep.

Mika is crying soundlessly, and tears are rolling down from the corners of his eyes. His father, as if missing, finally came to visit his sick son. He, an adult, kneels by the bed of his sixteen year old child and begs for forgiveness. And Mika would be happy if he knew that this is a sincere impulse of the soul - the main thing is that it is absolutely causeless. But no, this is not so - he read the bitterness in the face of his already elderly doctor. Mika is dying. He no longer walks on his own - only on crutches and only within this ward. Like he saw something else in this fucking life. He is as pale as freshly laundered sheets. The golden hair is faded and its color is more like cut millet. Michaela's hands are trembling. As he writes, large drops break on the paper. He howls and almost chokes, biting his lips. He folds the letter into an airplane and hides it in the nightstand. Yui comes the next day. He says he knows everything. She says she will do anything for him. He doesn't let go of Mikaela, clasps him in his arms and lets him talk. And he says. Says it's not fair. He says that he always knew that he would die, but he never thought that so early. He says he has never been to his mother's grave. He says that, ready for death, standing on its threshold, he is afraid of the inevitable. Says Yui is everything to him. And concludes: - I do not want to die. Mika needs not salvation - he can no longer be helped, but a placebo. Yui holds a strange face in her palms. He brushes her hair away from Michaela's face and kisses her on the lips. He listens to his quiet speeches, to his prayers. He had never seen such a desperate grip on the most ordinary, unremarkable life - never appreciated his own. - I will die. - I'll die too. We all will die. He presses his forehead against someone else's, not averting his eyes. - You are "To Eden", Mika. You are that image, you are in everything: in my comings here, in my paintings, in my family. Yes, I'm healthy. Yes I live full life. But do these criteria determine how quickly a person is forgotten? I'm only sixteen, but I swear I'll never forget you. You are everything to me too, Mika. Mika smiles bitterly. He would like to live his whole life around Yui. Michaela, on the one hand, is sorry that he dooms someone who is so dear to him to loneliness, but on the other hand, he does not want to be forgotten. "Damn it, Yuu-chan, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be so sorry." You are terrible. He covers other people's palms with his own and it seems that the softened look has become clearer. - Yeah, and if not for you, I would not have started drawing and would not have spent so much nerves. If anyone here is terrible, then only you! Yuuichirou laughs softly, his laughter partially drowned out by the contact of his lips. Quite childish. Yui didn't have time to teach him how to kiss. Mika closes her eyes and presses her cheek against Yui's shoulder. He is pulled back to sleep. Yuichiro is full of bitterness and anger at himself: if he came more often, Mika would not be so alone. He blankly looks at the guy and whispers under his ear, stroking his head: - This is mine. favorite poem. Will you listen? ___

"Do not go humbly into the twilight of eternal darkness"

Mikaela will be gone very soon. He dies like a decorative kitten that must not be touched. But even such a life does not mean that its outcome should be taken for granted.

"Let it smolder endlessly in a furious sunset"

Maybe he shouldn't have been born. That would be easier. And not so painful. Day by day he is weaker, and wakes up even less often - he loses strength for life, but not craving for it.

"Anger burns at how the mortal world goes out"

Michaela no longer gets out of bed and doesn't eat; just drink a lot. The father, along with his next wife - this time pregnant - and their little son visit Mika more often. And he is glad, seriously glad: he likes this kind woman who does not feel pity for him, his stepbrother younger brother, which does not come without a gift, whether it be a postcard or a pebble from the asphalt. He even forgave his father. Mika never knew how to harbor a grudge, and what's the point now.

“Let the wise men say that only peace of darkness is right. And do not kindle a smoldering fire.

Two months later, Mika was gone. After falling asleep a few days ago, he never woke up. This is the best death he could have hoped for. Painless for both his body and soul. But others didn't think so. Innumerable “ifs” hung in the air. If Yui showed him what the world is? What if his own father had taken him to his dead mother? If the drugs were different? There will be no end to regrets. This chamber still smelled of Mika, and it is impossible to believe that its owner is not alive. Too bright, everything is too alive. Here are scattered books, here are white gloves and food, which he never touched. Yes, this room is still breathing life! Impossible, impossible! For the first time, Yuu cries when she sees his corpse with her own eyes. Just as pale and cold as ever. Peaceful. Hey, he's just sleeping, must be, right? Right? It's all a hoax, everyone makes a fool of him, Yui knows. He couldn't die, it's Mika. Mika who taught him English language. Mika, who always beat him at cards. Mika, the only one of his kind who played mafia with equanimity. Can it not be? Anyone, anytime, but not his Miki. Just not him. “Uh… He’s just… Yui is trying to collect herself. He is shaking and his voice is trembling. Eyes were instantly covered with a tear veil. - Mika, wake up! This is not funny, Mika! He shook the lifeless body by the shoulders and shouted at him, demanding to wake up. - Well, what are you doing?! Stop, please, y-you already played me. I beg you... I beg you, Mika, get up! He sobs, feeling stinging tears on his cheeks. He does not leave attempts to shout to Miki. He nearly loses his mind when a pulseless hand falls out of his own. How, well, how to say that the person he clumsily kissed less than a week ago is just a corpse? That there was nothing left of him but this body, in which there is no life. That Michaela really went to Eden. Yuuichiro falls to his knees and, covering his mouth with his hands, howls, swallowing tears. - Come back... Come back... I beg you, I will do everything... But just like last time, he is not capable of anything.

“Do not go humbly into the dusk of eternal darkness. Anger burns at how the mortal world goes out.

He was buried a few days later, during the fateful winter season. Only those closest to him were present: Yuichiro, father, and old Doctor-san. "Stay with me until death" It's too little to leave. "Tell about your life" This boring and stupid life was necessary for Mika, he needed an external world full of ugliness. He loved him in ignorance. Michaela rests in the ground. Nothing worries him anymore. He is mute, he is deaf, he is blind to all living things. And when his body decomposes, memories of the warmest and most intimate will cool down; details will be forgotten and all memory will turn into perishable dullness. It hurts too much.

This is for you. The technician found it in Mika's nightstand. - Thanks a lot. Yuuichiro takes a carelessly made paper airplane from the doctor's hands, on the wing of which is written in small words: "For Yui-chan." Already at home, he opens the sheet. It has raised spots and crooked, almost illegible handwriting. “Hey Yuu-chan, how long has it been? I'm already dead, right? God, Yuu-chan, if only you knew how creepy it is, how scary it is. DO NOT HELP me anymore. I'm left alone with my disease and I'm just fucking waiting for it to win. All wasted. All these therapies, treatments, consolations. I wish I had lived even less, but full life and not like a damn plant. That would be more honest, right? But... In that case, I wouldn't have met you, Yuu-chan. And this, believe me, is worth a lot. You gave me an incentive to live. You are my meaning, my hope, my love. Yes I love you. I love like I have never loved before. I love life more. You know it's not just words. This letter is my confession, my message to you. I want to confess as a spirit. I've always envied you, Yuu-chan. You have your whole life ahead of you, joyful and carefree. You are a talented artist and truly good man. I could not truly love anyone else. Do not forget me. I don't want you to forget me. Maybe you won't be happy. Maybe you spit. Maybe even send me and my selfishness to hell. But I had to say it. I want you to be mine and mine only, Yuu-chan. But I am weak and can never be your support. Do you think these words are in the wind? Well, you're right. I'm a moron, an idiot, but be with me, please. Yuu-chan, I'm not going to the Garden of Eden. I am a sinner and there is a place reserved for me in hell. But you don't think so, do you? So save me I don't know how, I don't know if you need it. But save. I can not do it anymore. I'm off. I need you. Please, Yuu-chan. I gave you my all. I have nothing left. Protect me, because I myself am no longer capable of this.

Sincerely loving you, Michaela

» What is wrong with this life? If anyone was worthy of it, it was Mika, and not a person who, even after many years, will not look at the eternal message without tears. “Thank you Mika for being you. You have always lived - did not exist. You may think that forgetting is easy, but it's not at all. I can't, I'm actually that weak one. I do not know if I will become a famous artist, and I understand that neither the Prime Minister nor the Emperor will shake my hand. But please, watch me. Believe in me and I will be there. See you soon, Mika.

Forever yours, Yuichiro

". He will not send this letter - it will be kept in a box hidden in the attic. It contains small tattered gloves, a photograph of them together, and two letters. Both are farewell.

I didn’t hear anything about the film (even strange), until I was advised to go to see it. The first time a trip to Korston ended in failure: having drunk some rolls, I decided that I wanted to sleep, not to the movies.

The next day, I still managed to get my husband to this film again. Good luck.

After watching, I heard remarks from our youth, such as: “not bad, but more or something else was expected”, “little action” and so on. Also from my adults, FB friends also heard negative feedback, this time on the topic: "little sense."

The movie just blew me away. It is believed that Nolan is a magician, and when I watch the film again, if I want to watch the film again, this admiration will disappear. I don’t know, I won’t tempt my perception, because I’m still under the impression.

What is so captivating?

Firstly, music. Oh, yes, now I have everything that I found in the playlist in VK.

Secondly, poetry. Poems by Dylan Thomas - something that almost enchanted and sounds in my head. This is a discovery, I did not know about such a poet. Although, after reading several articles, it turned out that he was a bully, a womanizer, a brawler, and a drunkard. But apparently, he had a relationship with the poetic muse, inversely proportional to human qualities, dependence.

Plot. For me, a big fan of American science fiction, it is not particularly new. Here and there, Simak, Bradbury, Asimov or Heinlein peep through. Although Nolan himself said that he was inspired by films.

In the near future, the Earth is on the brink ecological disaster: there are problems with food, only corn grows somehow from cereals, dust storms are raging. In this regard, the armies were eliminated, high technology no one is engaged, and the most popular profession is a farmer. Cooper (Matthew McConaughey), a former NASA pilot, widower, longingly looks at the corn and raises children, a smart daughter (Makenzie Foy) and an ordinary son.

One day, following magical omens, he stumbles upon a secret NASA base, where an elderly professor (Michael Caine) reveals what they have been looking for for a long time for humanity. new planet and even sent a dozen scientists on reconnaissance. And now Cooper, along with a professor's daughter (Anne Hathaway), a couple of people and a robot must fly to another galaxy and find out what these scientists have discovered there.

And yet, for three hours, I never got bored, I looked at the screen without stopping. God only knows how much I love science fiction about space (yes, I am a child of the Union of the era of the beginning of the conquest of space), but the strongest thing in the film is not the scientific component. Although she is strong (despite all the “type of mistake”), because the consultant was Kip Thorne, an astrophysicist.

Film about human relations. About a very simple thing that each of us knows. And about which we constantly forget or turn away from it - the most beautiful thing on this planet that was created by the gods or evolution is LOVE. And not necessarily the love of a man and a woman ...

There will be no happy ending in the usual sense at the end. After all, even Einstein cannot return us to the past.

P.S. And, yes, this is not Tarkovsky's Solaris, it's still a block buster.

P.P.S. And yet, in the same Asimov, all human characters are utterly flat, and yet, his books are masterpieces.

Do not go humbly, into the twilight of eternal darkness,
Let infinity smolder in a furious sunset.
Anger burns at how the mortal world goes out,
Let the wise men say that only peace of darkness is right.
And do not kindle a smoldering fire.
Do not go humbly into the twilight of eternal darkness,
Anger burns at how the mortal world goes out

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Do not go meekly into the darkness,
Be furious before the night of all nights,

Though the wise know - you can not master the darkness
In the darkness, you can’t light the rays with words -
Do not go meekly into the darkness,

Though the good sees: do not save him
The living green of my youth,
Don't let your light go out.

And you, who grabbed the sun on the fly,
Singing light, find out by the end of days,
That you will not go meekly into the darkness!

The stern sees: death is coming to him
Meteoritic glow of lights,
Don't let your light go out!

Father, from the heights of curses and sorrows
Bless with all your fury -
Do not go meekly into the darkness!
Don't let your light go out!

I watched last night a wonderful, cool, wonderful, amazing film Interstellar (translated as Interstellar) 😉 before that I read two lines of resentations:
Review No. 1.: "This is the best fiction in the last 50 years"
Review #2: "There are 10 actors in the film."
Plus, I found a budget on film search: $ 160 million.
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what I thought: 10 not-so-famous actors are not enough for a budget of 160 million and it was not clear what 160 lyams went to. And there are no special effects like in Transformers, and large-scale historical views ... BUT, approximately in the middle of the film, a world cinema star wakes up from hypersleep ... and this is at least $ 15 million, it remains to find the remaining 145)
* but not about this situation, but about the poem. There it sounds solid twice ... and I did not catch the meaning (sadness). So I think I’ll write a post, reprint the verse and understand the meaning)
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so google help me
The literal version of the translation of the poem from the dubbing of "Interstellar":

Don't go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Thought wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Don't go gentle into that good night.
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pies: we are looking for the title of the film, where at the beginning of the film a man climbs up an ice crevice and reads a poem of several lines)