Ulusal edebiyatta, disavurumcu hareketin onderlerinden Rus oyun ve kisa hikaye yazari Leonid Nikolayevic Andreyev’in olum yildonumu (12 Eylul 1919)
“Belki hayatinda ilk defa kapi gicirdamasina benzeyen budala, manasiz ama cok neseli bir kahkaha atti. Tipki bir kazin bagirtisi gibi: ‘Ga-ga-ga!’ Gardiyan ona hayretle bakti, sonra kaslarini catti. Asilacak olan adamin bu budalaca nesesi hapishaneye idama bile bir hakaretti. Idami da hapishaneyi de acayip, laubali bir hale sokuyordu. Ve durup dururken kisacik bir an icin, hapishane nizamlarini doga kanunlari yerine koyan ihtiyar gardiyana, hapishanede gecirdigi butun omru bir timarhane gibi geldi. Kendisi de deliler arasinda en azgin deliymis gibi oldu.”
“And perhaps for the first time in his life he laughed, a hoarse, absurd, yet gay and joyous laughter. It sounded like the cackling of a goose, ‘Ga-ga-ga!’ The warden looked at him in astonishment, then knit his brow sternly. This strange gayety of a man who was to be executed was an offence to the prison, as well as to the very executioner; it made them appear absurd. And suddenly, for the briefest instant, it appeared to the old warden, who had passed all his life in the prison, and who looked upon its laws as the laws of nature, that the prison and all the life within it was something like an insane asylum, in which he, the warden, was the chief lunatic.”
“Ayaga firladi ve tam bir saat soluk almadan ana avrat sovdu, kufurler savurdu.
Yuzu tebesir gibi bembeyaz olmus nobetci er, bunalip korkudan aglayarak tufegin namlusu ile kapiyi durtuyor, ne yapacagini sasirarak ikide bir bagiriyordu:
‘Vuracagim! Vallahi de vuracagim, billahi de vuracagim! Duyuyon mu?’
Ama ates etmiyordu, edemezdi de. Hapishanede isyan cikmadikca idama mahkum edilmis olanlara ates etmek yasakti. Cingene ise dislerini gicirdatiyor, kufur ediyor, tukuruyordu. Insan beyni olum ile dirim arasindaki anlatilamayacak kesinlikte bir sinirda olmasina dayanamiyor ve ruzgarin kuruttugu bir kil topragi gibi bin parca oluyordu.”
“Then he would jump up and for a whole hour would curse continually. He cursed picturesquely, shouting and rolling his blood-shot eyes.’If you hang me-hang me!’ and he would burst out cursing again.
And the sentinel, in the meantime white as chalk, weeping with painand fright, would knock at the door with the butt-end of the gun andcry helplessly:
‘I’ll fire! I’ll kill you as sure as I live! Do you hear?’
But he dared not shoot. If there was no actual rebellion they neverfired at those who had been condemned to death. And Tsiganok would gnash his teeth, would curse and spit. His brain thus racked on a monstrously sharp blade between life and death was falling to pieceslike a lump of dry clay.”
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