Посольство США в Ташкенте объявляет конкурс художественного перевода. Для перевода даются два стихотворения. Переводы необходимо предоставить до 4 часов 21 декабря по адресу Tashkent-IRC@state.gov. Далее подробности конкурса приводятся на английском языке. The U.S. Embassy Tashkent is pleased to announce a poetry translation contest open to all residents of Uzbekistan, ages 15 and older. Poetry is one of the most beautiful and most challenging literary forms, no matter what language an author uses. American poetry has evolved in many unique directions, but classic poetry of the early 20th century remains among the best-loved and most well-known poems to American and international readers alike. This month we invite poetry lovers to try their hand at translating one of the two classic American poems below into either Uzbek or Russian. Our contest will be judged by two poets from Uzbekistan who have been fellows at the International Writers’ Program (IWP) of the University of Iowa. Alina Dadaeva is currently in residence at the IWP, and she writes poetry in Russian. Azam Abidov is a former fellow of the IWP, and he writes poetry in Uzbek. The winner will be announced on December 31 and awarded at the Embassy’s Chai Chat on January 4, 2013. Please note: §  The deadline for submitting translations is Friday, December 21, at 4:00 PM. §  Translations must be typed in Russian or Uzbek and clearly note which poem is being translated. §  Translations found to be plagiarized, including copying and pasting content from any websites, will be disqualified. Translations must be emailed to Tashkent-IRC@state.gov or sent to The Embassy of the United States of America, 3 Moyqorghon Street, 5th Block, Yunusobod District, 100093 Tashkent ______________________________________________ My November Guest By Robert Frost My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, She’s glad her simple worsted grey Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so truly sees, She thinks I have no eye for these, And vexes me for reason why. Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell her so, And they are better for her praise. ***** I Dream A World Langston Hughes I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all Will know sweet freedom’s way, Where greed no longer saps the soul Nor avarice blights our day. A world I dream where black or white, Whatever race you be, Will share the bounties of the earth And every man is free, Where wretchedness will hang its head And joy, like a pearl, Attends the needs of all mankind- Of such I dream, my world!