Nadezhda Mandelstam
January 15, 1881 – December 27, 1938
In 1934, Mandelstam was arrested due to an epigram he wrote on Joseph Stalin. When he arrived to prison, he was tourtored and was of a very unique interest to Stalin. Mandelstam was supposed to have been shot to death, but something else happened that was in his favor. Mandelstam was sent to exile instead.
In exile at Cherdyn, Ural, with his wife, he wrote poems about his preparedness to become a victim of an executor.
For the rattling glory of ages to come,
For the high tribe of men,
At the feast of the fathers I have forfeited my cup,
And my joy, and my honor as well.
A wolfhound-age leaps up on my back,
But I am not a wolf by blood.
Better stuff me inside the sleeve, like a hat,
Of the coat of Siberian steppes...
Let me no more look at the coward, at the mire,
At the bloody bones in the wheel,
Let the blue foxes blaze the whole night through
In their primordial beauty for me.
Lead me into the night, where the Yenisei flows
And the pine tree reaches the star,
Because I am not a wolf by blood
And only an equal will kill me.
Later on Mandelstam wrote for Natasha Shtempel,
a friend of his, a poem in which he again gave women the
role of mourning and preserving. Mandelstam was arrested on the charges of "counter-revolutionary"
activities in May 1938 and sentenced to five years in a camp. He confessed to writing a
counter-revolutionary poem. The poem began as such:
We live without
sensing the country beneath us,
At ten paces, our speech has no sound
And
when there's the will to half-open our mouths
The Kremlin crag-dweller bars
the way
...
He died of
starvation and madness in the Gulag Archipelago in Vtoraia rechka, near
Vladivostok, on December 27, 1938. His body was taken to a grave. Mandelstam's widow held onto her husband's works and kept them alive against
all odds.