Word: babied
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...head down after he was denounced in Pravda and saw his friends and colleagues persecuted and purged by Stalin during the Great Terror. This Shostakovich was a survivor, who saved his innermost feelings for his work. "Words are not my genre," he once said to Yevgeny Yevtushenko, whose poem Babi Yar he set in the brutal Symphony No. 13. "I never lie in music...
...history and hokum, spectacle and soap opera. The historical narrative plays best, as the series provides a lucid account of the key battles and decisions on which the war turned. It also dramatizes, with chilling bluntness, the Nazi atrocities at Auschwitz, as well as the slaughter of Jews at Babi Yar. Few lines on network TV are as shocking as the remark of a Nazi officer on hearing the wails from inside a gas chamber: "It sounds like a synagogue...
...Jewish tinsmith (Rolan Bykov) and his family. Their enforced intimacy sparks a cultural exchange: the commissar becomes feminized, and the tinsmith's wife (Raisa Nedashkovskaya) becomes a bit of a feminist. Outside, though, the Jew's children are taunted and tortured in a kind of dress rehearsal for Babi Yar. And after Vavilova gives birth, she must decide whether an officer's first loyalty is to her besieged country or her infant...
...prominent spokesman for Gorbachev's liberalization campaign. The new work is theatrical but tame. The targets are either old monsters or the class of unreconstructed bureaucrats whom the new regime has pledged to replace. The daring urgency of earlier poems, such as The Heirs of Stalin and Babi Yar, has given way to all- purpose indictments of totalitarianism and effusions of universality. "I ; would like to be born in every country,/ have a passport for them all" is how he begins...
...into my cerebellum during the night, and was now using the inside top of my skull as a mortar." A native politely informs him, "You got drunks like a man who still lives in his mother's room. You got drunks like a schoolboy. You made noises like a babi when he looks in the ground for foods." Every misstep of the way, O'Hanlon employs a dry, self-deprecating style that cannot disguise the team's gifts for fresh and arresting description. Fenton calls the black- naped oriole "the flaming youth of the forest, the jeunesse...