Vladimir Mayakovsky - Good (Poem): Verse.

OCTOBER POEM

extraordinarily long,

there were times -

passed epic.

Neither epics

no epics

no epics.

10 fly

Inflamed lip

by name - "Fact".

This time is buzzing

telegraph string,

20 heart

together with the truth.

with the fighters

or country

30 to, with this

having been a book

from the apartment

walked again

on shoulders

machine gun fire,

like a bayonet

flashing.

40 So that from the book,

through the joy of the eyes,

from a witness

happy -

into muscles

building

and rebellious power.

This day

50 chant

we won't hire anyone.

pencil on paper,

to rustle the pages,

like the rustle of banners,

foreheads

rustled.

60 “End the war!

Enough!

hungry year -

unbearable.
Lied:

"people -

70 era,

and in vain.
Where

to land

80 No!
What

for February,

for work

what from the fronts

don't you run? -

Shish.
On the neck

90 bunch

Their mother by the legs!
Power

to the rich

turns -

100 what

obey

That thunder

then in a whisper

this murmur

sieve prisons,

110 To the village

on grasses and paths,

in factories

gnashed his teeth with steel.

thrown with a whip.

What do they need

120 talkers

gave?! -

Until the very

masculine

earthen head

130 glory rolled, -

and heard

for the men

"highways"

140 palace

Kings were born

about the whirling shot,

did not guess

what's in the bed

150 queens entrusted,

From the eagles

from power

and lace

sworn attorney

160 is spinning.

170 protective

Words and words.

Fire lava.

fortieth joyful.

by its glory

180 than forty degrees.

Listen

until you get tired

how it chirps

another adjutant:

“Such cases were

in the car.

190 and which, -

revved up the motors!

horsepower

carried in her arms!

In applause

200 swims

over the Nevsky

and baby kids

flowers and roses.

from unemployment

get sad

returns,

220 saying,

turn things around

and turn the treasury.

Waving signatures

worthy

and diligently.

“Agrarian?

Disorder?

230 this one,

like him -

punitive

Bolsheviks?

Arrest and catch!

I can't hear without glasses.

240 By the way...

about his Excellency...

Is it possible

conspire

Cossacks?!.

Their majesty?

250 And shook the hand.

260 sewn to history,

numbered

Petersburg windows.

Blue and dark.

270 and is bound by peace.

and passion returned to the old woman.

rosy east.

280 hair

yellowed chips

whimsically

tearful delight.

Why is that

dry and wither?

but the feeling

290 seems to be great.

mustachioed nanny,

300 - Kuskova,

what's wrong? -

"I'm bored...

Let's talk about old times.

About what, Kuskova?

310 old stories,

fables -

and about kings

and about queens.

with my frail mind, -

What to take

dynasty

320 someone else's...

don't you listen to me?! -

"Oh, nanny, nanny,

i'm sad.

I'm tired, my dear.

I cry

I'm ready to cry..."

Lord have mercy

and save...

330 What do you want?

To you

don't pout

let's give freedom

and constitutions...

water speeches

340 burning rebellion... -

"I'm not sick.

you know baby...

in love..."

My child

Lord be with you! -

and Milyukov

with a plea

350 baptized

professorial hand.

Leave, Kuskova,

in our summers

there is no meaning. -

"I'm in love", -

360 in the ear

professor

heart friend,

you are unwell. -

"Leave me,

I'm in love".

Kuskova,

lie down you ... -

370 "Oh, nanny,

so eloquent...

Ah, nanny nanny!

are on hand.

How does he sing

about freedom...

380 I want to be with him, -

so into the water.

old lady

poking into the pillow

and only heard:

swiped

390 sleeve,

the mustachioed nanny roared:

Yes, you speak openly! -
"In Kerensky..."

In what?

To Sasha? -

And from recognition

400 blurred

Milyukov.

From happiness

professor revived:

Well, what is it -

same!

Under Nicholas

and with Sasha

save our income. -

410 Perhaps

on the banks of the Neva

similar

did you see?

pre-war forging,

aiguillettes

hung to the navels,

420 spoke -

and staff captain

"Mr. Adjutant,

don't mind

430 are we waiting?

sell to Jews

and personnel

officers

already under the hood!

You, of course,

Professor,

440 but the Cossacks,

please,

leave alone.

For example,

taking my position

the devil knows what it is!

Today with a batman:

450 navax

schibletinu,

to see the snout in it! -

And of course -

to mother,

and he me

to my,

to mother,

to Elizabeth Kirillovna!

460 "No,

I'm not for the monarchy

with crowns,

with eagles

for socialism

need a basis.

Democracy first,

parliament.

470 Culture is needed.

socialist.

But I don't rob

Is it possible right away?

Of course, no!

Gradually,

480 little by little,

top to bottom,

step by step

who rides in a sealed one!”

“I agree with this

this is for sure

this bastard

500 hanged a little."

sows confusion,

chairman,

council of ministers?

Crazy, old Russya?

Take castor oil!

510 Get well!

Get well!

Officers -

Suvorov,

Golenishcheva-Kutuzova

thanks to

520 some

pantsless

With the Cossacks

jokes are bad

reissue

offal..."

And all adjutant

Ha yeah hee -

530 Popov

Hee ha ha. -

"Be damned twice

and poke three times!

Mr Adjutant,

let ear:

Excellence

with a braid

feel free to sniff!

His Excellency...

Is he alone?

Kuban Cossacks,

And all with glasses -

550 dong and ding,

and spurs -

ding and dong.

And at the end at Ligovka

other words

560 rose

from the cellars.

comrades -

from the military bureau.

Finished meeting -

toka-toka.

It is for you,

to Mauser

take two hundred

570 and this is -

one hundred rounds

to rifles.

compromisers

covered their mouths

fits

Cossacks

and a selfie.

ordered

580 Petersburgers

go to the front

direct

come in

At dusk

treble string,

don't make a fuss

and don't do

drinking establishments.

I pick up the phone

600 we will not strangle,

so we are suffocated.

I'll take the phone

proletarian soul.

in a torn coat, -

610 walks,

Tomorrow, that is.

Well, don't hurt them!

620 Kerensky

beat and skin!

from the king's bed

as always,

winds,

cars and trams,

640 Under the bridge

Neva river,

the Kronstadters are sailing...

From rifles talker

Winter stagger.

In a crazy car

tires knocked down,

650 like

packaged pipe,

for Gatchina

huddled,

fled the former -

rare star eyes,

660 surrounding

And in Smolny,

about the battle and the army,

mosque steps,

to attack sites

good leave,

680 nowhere

don't get away!

to the Winter

red guards.

teams of workers,

sailors,

690 goals. -

with a bayonet,

as if

converged on the throat,

Two shadows rose.

700 Huge and wobbly.

Moved.

Forehead on forehead.

palace

lattice hands

rocked

710 two

huge shadows

and bullet speeds, -

yes machine guns

crunch

broken bones.

"To politics...

720 started...

Would order

to assault."

fought

tangled paws -

730 and paws

did not tear or tear.

Unable to stand

silence

surrendered weak -

from fear,

from the nerve

740 overcome by fear,

baby battalion.

Gone off the batteries

And Kerensky -

hid

try

take him out!

750 Thinking

Cossack head.

defenders of the winter

like teeth

at the scallop

this is silence

760 silence of hope

and the silence of despair.

And in the winter

in upholstered furniture

with bronze twists,

ministers

in copper plates,

clean-shaven.

770 They are not looked at

and they don't listen

at bayonets in the forest.

overripe pear,

once

Kerensky somewhere? -

For the Cossacks. -

And again silently.

in the evening:

Where is Prokopovich? -

800 high

over the collar

tech spring,

surf heaped.

Who is long?

810 I was able to reach!

For each

glass

stick blows.

from three inches

shied away

forts of Petropavlovka.

And on top

820 as if blown up:

bang

six-inch Aurora.

she didn't have time

crumble

booming and formidable, -

over Petropavlovskaya

soared

830 lantern,

uprisings

conventional sign.

On the attack!

On the attack! -

They broke in.

On carpets!

Under the gilded roof!

840 each ladder

every ledge

stepping over

through the junkers.

As if

the rooms are full

merged

850 over every loss,

and contractions

flared up

hotter than noon

behind every sofa

at each curtain.

enfilade,

greetings

monarchs,

860 carriers

treasure crowns, -

velvet halls,

rolling corridors

boots and butts.

embarrassed

Son of a bitch,

870 and above it

Putilovets -

gentle dad:

boy,

lay out

stolen watch -

now

880 The stomp grew

shut up.

huddled

under a tie

what should they do? -

890 As if

hanging over the back of the head.

Two hundred paces...

for thirty...

for twenty...

"Fighting is stupid!"

Thirteen Screams:

900 - Surrender!

Give up! -

And at the door

reveled

910 strengthened

over the yards of the yard:

“Which are temporary?

Your time is up."

from the intruders

touching pennies,

like something simple

920 and uncomplicated:

And in Smolny

splayed chest,

930 bedspreads

fireworks of information.

And it will... -

And it is

our last... -

Until dawn

940 left

no more than an arshin, -

pleaded from the east.

Comrade Podvoisky

got into the car

said wearily:

"It's over...

to Smolny.

950 The machine gun fell silent.

Satisfied with the interpretation.

fell silent

ringing hive.

like the stars

bayonet edges,

turned pale

heaven stars

960 on guard.

as always,

winds.

ridiculed over the bridge,

trams continued

970 already -

under socialism.

On nights like these

on days like these

such a time

on the streets

except that

980 and thieves.

the ocean rolled.

Over the fires

underwater

went to the bottom

990 blown

Petersburg.

from burning whirlwinds

dark brown,

remembered again:

and from the top

1000 continuous storm.

similar and so

bottomless

blue hole.

and seeing a whale

1010 Avrorov.

machine gun

sheared area.

Embankments -

swagger

at dusk

1020 thick.

where is the land

knitted from the heat,

or from ice

by the fire in tongues,

1030 soldiers.

fire in the eyes

surprised

Lafa futurists,

junk tailcoat

breaks down

every seam.

Block looked -

bonfires are burning

"Very well".

1050 drowned

and tin cans

canned food.

1060 And immediately

changed more sparingly

than death at a wedding:

from the village...

library in the estate.

1070 Stared Block -

and block shadow

1080 did not show up.

sadness in the eyes.

instead of Christ

from the corner.

Get up!

1090 Get up!

Employees

and laborers.

mower and forger,

rifle

in iron hands!

1100 stand up!

For bread!

For peace!

For will!

the bourgeoisie

1110 plant!

the landlord's field!

fraternize

fighting platoon!

1120 bar!

Enough,

enough,

enough

obedience

on the humps.

1130 capital gentry!

shake

1140 Tah!

This song,

sung in your own way

reached

to deaf peasants -

and the villages got up

shuddering howl,

on the way to

cross axes.

1150 But-

spot chick

1160 State

1170 went

lift your braids.

1180 Than

my Nina?!

the markets themselves.

gramophone with a clock!

1190 ho-

robbed.

Meet at the cola

see off

into the rake!

1200 with Pugachev,

ignite hot!

estates

rich

smash by a fireman.

Raise your pitchfork!

1210 Eh,

shut up -

tuh cute!

1220 heads.

Machine guns chatter

spills from carts.

"Oh, apple

clear colors.

red on the left.

This vortex

1230 from thought to trigger,

and building,

and fire smoke

cleaned up

directed,

lined up in ranks.

The cold is big.

Winter is healthy.

1240 But blouses

stuck to sweaty ones.

Under the blouse of the communists.

Firewood is loaded.

On a labor Saturday.

We won't leave

all rights.

1250 V our wagons,

on the our way,

our

at two o'clock -

but we-

let's leave late.

1260 Our comrades

our firewood

comrades are cold.

The work is hard

no pennies.

But we

1270 working,

as if we

greatest epic.

We will work,

endure everything,

so that life

hurrying the wheels of days

on the iron march

1280 in our wagons,

on our steppe,

frozen

our.

"Uncle,

what are you doing here

big uncles?

1290 Socialism:

free labor

free

the assembled people.

Before our

republic

the rich stand.

But how to comprehend it?

And questions

perplexed

1300 no number:

for such a nation

"socialist"

and what is this

alistic fatherland"?

your delights

powerless to understand.

1310 What do they admire?

What are they singing about?

What are

fruit-oranges

in your Bolshevik

What did you know

besides bread and water,

1320 interrupted

from day to day?

Why are you

if they say -

1330 Can

broken bombs,

for the land my,

for the general?

1340 Russian

to hug with Russian, -

« Russia»

What is this

fatherland

those who have forgotten about the nation?

What nation are you?

1350 Cominterine?

yes apartment,

yes current account

fatherland,

heavenly bushes.

such a fatherland

1360 we understood b

and youth."

Listen

national drone, -

the good thing is that it's difficult.

This song

the song will be

our troubles

1370 wins

Politics -

Like a sip of water.

understand

bristling

full mouth,

in Russia

1380 the claw will get stuck,

bourgeois bird -

1390 bastard and bitch,

gray color,

crammed into the holds,

sunken decks

for money

1400 recruiting agency.

To Novorossiysk

sailing from Marseille,

sail to Arkhangelsk.

With a song

fed up like a pig.
keels

dug up

1410 waters are cold.
Watching

periscopes

submarine boats.

Cruisers are sailing

litter shells.

destroyers

carry mines.

1420 over

with guns

monstrous length

dreadnoughts.

smelling nasty,

1430 propeller otters,

from the aircraft

to the aircraft carrier

fling the hydro.

scientist captains.

1440 groped

and squeeze.

poke

to Black,

to the Caspian

to the Baltic

1450 no poking

skating.

mistress of the seas,

bulldog

Britannia.

From all over

blockade ring

1460 look in the face.

Reds don't like it?

hungry?!

eat up,

1470 plunder hunting,

from ships

descended as infantry.

Let's sink into the sea

let's stomp. -

rowing heat,

1480 smoke

fatherland

shooting -

expose

fooled guys,

and princes who were not shot.

dig graves,
1490 save a coffin -

to Peter.

food will taste good

canned food -

1500 tracks

From the north

admiral Kolchak,

Siberian

push with a boot.

Workers to be shot

1510 priests for joy,

chosen by machines

sappers

dug up -

Wrangel

1520 large-caliber

from Perekop.

colonels

sentimental ladies.

Colonels

talk at lunch.

1530 I'm going, they say,

(sips whiskey)

but on me

Bolsheviks.

One, one

another -

1540 like a dandy

and saved the girl. -

ask

at the gray gelding -

like Murmansk

raped.

Ask

1550 Dvina river,
blood

painted,

terrible

to the Arctic

How brave

1560 shot in a bunch

communist

yes, it's twisted.

as an officer

majesty

from the shots

clean up the coast.

1570 As above the gray

fire feathers

1580 its a long way

For the first

republic

workers and peasants

shots,

shining bayonets,

1590 fleets rolled

rich world,

Damn you

rotten

kingdoms and democracies,

with their

1600 Lead

1610 In the middle

islet,

and we are on an island.

hungry,

1620 with Lenin in the head

and with a revolver in hand.

clinking rifle,

Now here

and classes.

1640 in a bee-stove

volumes of Shakespeare.

click, -

potatoes -

1650 in window:

stone

1660 I'm cooking

and this life

and running and fighting

in the house

reflected

1670 thunderstorm

washed,

how is reflected

trams.

squatting,

1680 eyes to the window,

to be

in a boat-room

three thousand days.

1690 Embrace,

kiss,

get killed for rupees.

Secretaries

responsible

stomp with felt boots.

For bread

cards

lumberjacks are standing.

1700 cases,

1710 - we

get used to.

1720 beat off the gate.

I wanted to eat

rifle in hand

to the front. -

indispensable.

1730 Knocking

goes for soldering -

Governing body

and jam.

rich -

steak

with broth

a million and a half.

1750 phosphorus

on a saucer.

as luck would have it

there is a revolution

1760 scientific.

Mandate, handwritten,

yes meat,

for an hour to you.

1770 Reads

commissioner

Lunacharsky's mandate:

fat for you.

birch...

dry logs...

1780 and fur coat

wide

consumption.

I ask point blank.

headdress.

Comes

1790 each

with different kindness.

horse!"

on the eyes

like baba yaga

1800 ago

on three legs.

Twelve

square arshins of housing.

1810 Schenik.

little hat

tattered

and pulled out the sled.

Where are you going? -

Like a sail

1820 fur coat

she is a goat.

I'm taking logs

broken fence

1830 harder than stone.

As if

swollen

giant.

with a log in an embrace.

1840 and decorously

strict pen.

raises the degree.

meadows bloom,

stretches frenzy

from under the black sheets.

four icicles

curled up

Come

1860 people

Barely woke up

Hunchback looks.

Haven't died out yet?

1870 Frost

go, creak

snow boots.

firmament,

bent over

to my room

1880 In pink

clouds-ships.

For the surface

for the pink

drop anchor,

where birch

1890 firewood

strayed in warm countries.

But only

this winter

understandable

1900 warmth

Only lying down

in such an icy

screeching -

1910 impossible

feel sorry for people

no blanket

no caress.

where is the air

like a sweet fruit drink

and rush, wheel, -

but the earth

1920 with whom

froze together,

you can't fall in love.

thin and strict

who ever

went to sleep.

1930 Where are the words!

from a number of days

what about a thousand

1940 days

watermen -

hearty,

1950 not so good

hungry.

what he wrote

this is to blame

heaven eyes,

1960 beloved

yes brown,

crazy mad,

1970 slammed the butt:

The doctor talked -

so that the eyes

1980 warmth,

Not home

not for soup

and to your beloved

carrots

1990 for the green ponytail.

gave a lot

confection and bouquets,

but more

expensive gifts

this precious carrot

2000 log

birch wood.

under the arm

firewood,

medium brow.

Cheeks puffed up.

2010 Eyes -

eyes came out.

revolution.

2020 is easier than everyone else -

Mayakovsky.

2030 Sister

Hello Volodya!

Tomorrow is New Year's

I hang in my palms

2040 damp.

Overcoming

sliding sister,

sister is coming

fresh potatoes.

2050 Close

ticklish -

2060 does not fall -

frozen

to the fingers.

Behind the wall

2070 millet".

2080 goals

because of the forest

sky in a shawl

2090 crawls

December

haggard

and late

over Moscow

typhoid fever.

2100 Gone

to countries

2110 coffee,

In your face

pig whims,

restaurant meals,

2120 shouting:

where and when

bellies raised

2130 but the earth,

with which

starving together,

two hundred steps,

2140 carry

messenger minutes

On the stairs

The days have come

and stomped:

lived,

there you are, -

2150 belly

factory.

heavenly

varnish,

up to the pipe

locomotive

in drifts.

2160 putting

on felt boots

colored patches,

from the gate

from an iron jaw,

grasping the shovels

who is mobilized.

2170 Left

have taken.

dug up,

2180 roll

for the snow

tablecloth.

stretcher made,

weaving hands.

2190 sing along

and you can go home

yes on hand

supposed

five frostbitten.

on the stairs

dirty and dull

dug

narrow-minded

2200 rumors are pigs.

fits

to herself

to Tula

to powder

core.

The townsfolk put on their shoes,

2210 cook's choirs.

grainy!..

poods unfinished ...

streams - tea,

Bli-and-and-sharp little whites,

take care of the kernels! -

2220 woke up

in framed posters, -

party called:

2230 catch up.

2240 fell

and ended

up the stairs

dripped onto the floor

with dust in half

2250 drops

from under the bullet

four-legged

walked,

2260 says

fidgeted

long-nosed pikes!

gobble up! -

2270 stomp

tarelin eyes

long

and titles of the trail.

lists of those who were shot,

twists

2280 and lets into the pipe.

Freeze, enemies!

Get away, little ones!

The townsfolk!

2290 Attention!

At the hearth! -

Millionth

stood up for Ilyich

fanged monster,

and flowed

in Lenin,

2300 curing,

this will

the best medicine.

were buried

townsfolk

for kitchens

for diapers.

Don't touch us

chickens.

2320 And in the morning

vecha belfry!

yesterday

blame the lies

splintered

birds and sun

2330 alive,

clockwork

fled

and asked.

2340 one

From combat to labor

before the attacks

in hunger

2350 yes so

that blood

protruded from under the nails.

where are the figs with quince

easily

at my mouth,

2360 you are

But the earth

conquered

and half dead

nursed

where to stand with a bullet,

lie down with a rifle,

where a drop

2370 pouring with the masses -

for life,

on holiday

and to death!

told

2380 quiet jew,

"Just now

from the doors

they float..."

around Sevastopol

to smoking steamers.

2390 per day

soles stopped,

like a year of travel.

transports

and transporters

2400 run

volunteers,

raising the ports, -

clean audience

and a soldier.

canary,

who is with the closet,

2410 who

with an iron.

what for

people are loyal

elbowed,

covered with matyug.

Forgotten decency,

abandoned the fashion

2420 without skirt,

without socks.

colonel

knocked off bridges.

2430 Our pressured,

wings on ladders,

loaded

last echelon.

dry as a report

deserted

2440 he came out.

on your feet

Wrangel

in black Circassian.

The city was abandoned.

2450 goals.

six-oared

And over the white ashes

like falling from a bullet,

commander-in-chief fell.

2460 Three times

having kissed

baptized.

jumped into the boat...

excellency,

2470 row? -

Rowing! -

Removed the paddle.

jammed up.

2480 flew

standard yacht.

And in galoshin transports

dragged along

torn off

from the machine and plowing,

a hundred and fifty

2490 winding up per day.

From the motherland

into the clutches of the Turkish police,

to the Turks in the hole,

the Dardanelles are narrow,

yesterday's Russians.

2500 redi

year on year.

who is wearing a helmet.

cows in Argentina

2510 on African pits.

rocked transports,

with a crescent

darted into the eyes

and from transports

chased -

2520 "Asps,

stole the treasury

and run away, bastards.

crews

beware

2530 American destroyer

circled the pipe

shooting

at the tail of the retreating packs, -

guns on the city

heading for the Bosphorus.

In the ovens of the sun

the flowers were scattered.

2550 Our

come from Dzhankoy,

from Simferopol.

interrupting

bullets conversation,

banners

2560 with red

descends from the mountains

Didn't bend

crushed with a machine gun,

got up,

fearless

2570 in rain-lead:

sea witches,

2580 in screws in everything,

Chief of Staff

furrows his forehead.

clumsy hand

2590 naughty bends:

"Wrangel

There are no prisoners."

For now -

and telegram

2600 and war.

Remembered -

underplowed,

who is missing

domain

fireboxes and dawns.

wiping sweat with sleeves

spreading

2610 on towers

will not force

what we do.

half of the fatherland could

2620 demolish,

rebuild, wash

who came out

in continuous

fever

2630 Fatherland

which is,

but three times

which will be.

our plans

I love bulk

fathom steps.

2640 I rejoice

which we go

and in battle.

where rubbish rots today,

where only the earth is simple -

at a sazhen I see

from under her

2650 communes

germinate.

And fades

to natural gifts

a puddle of senets,

and turn

to tractors

2660 peasants

hardened hearts.

what used to be

at stations foreheads

delayed

begging brake,

from blue day

2670 iron

and forming a stone.

like the spring of mankind,

born

in labor and in battle,

my fatherland

my republic!

For nine

2680 here

October and May

under red

festive processions,

with millions

my heart,

2690 proud

and solemn.

mourning

and the splash of black flags,

blood is hot

from anxiety,

2700 for enemy shots,

and darken

and growl.

in drums beating

and in the dead

and more often

tower soldiers

guards are standing

pointed helmets,

2720 and, malice

in the heads of domes

pretend

monastic robes.

and on our heads

2730 is coming

from somewhere...

Council of People's Commissars and the Central Executive Committee,

wrapped up from the night,

crawls

through the teeth.

2740 Creeps

to smooth

for a second

inclines

harrier head

carried away

2750 naked.

for heads

terribly uncomfortable.

flame

enlightened me

in radiance,

2760 in the day...

cobblestones

moon Nickel,

2770 from the moon

like heaped books,

mausoleum.

no longing

2780 will not retract

black and knit, -

deadness -

he beats

how he fought

in hearts

and temples

2790 live

human spring.

But the graves

not allowed -

stop names.

2800 and from the windows of Dorio ...

sad and beautiful

through the joy of the workers,

noisy sea.

Here with this

almost an hour.

2810 Filmed around...

in front of me

momentarily short

2820 such

got used to portraits, -

in a crumpled overcoat,

with a sharp beard

iron and sinewy.

pondering

2830 living,

decisive -

to make life with someone,

without hesitation -

"Do it

from a friend

Dzerzhinsky".

Who are the bones

who is the ashes

2840 walls under the foot

lay down...

and no ashes.

from labors,

from hard labor

and from bullets

from many years.

2850 And it seems to me

what's on the red graveyard

comrades

poison anxiety.

Walks on the ashes

oozing on the bone

by flowers

2860 and for herbs.

with flowers

rustle in anxiety.

Tell -

are you here?

Tell -

didn't pass?

Are they going forward?

Are they worth it? -

2870 Tell me.

Will finish building

of light and steel

republics

current resident? -

Hush, comrades, sleep...

teen-country

2880 each

more dazzling

strong and lean.

in an ashen vase

2890 tape languages:

And in theirs

Europe and Asia

nap and chains? -

violence and money

2900 and vitya loops -

great shadows

omnipotent tina?

officialdom

2910 in the brain

didn't wilt?

Tell -

Are you ready

party power? -

2920 Sleep,

comrades, be quiet...

will take away your peace?

bristling bayonets,

by order:

"Forward!"

2930 globe

almost all

And in our bucha

combat, seething, -

and even better.

2940 Winds

snake street.

along the snake.

2950 stand

the shops.

products:

not occupied.

2960 Lamps

reduced."

fledge

cooperation.

2970 Very good.

in display cases

piles of books

I rejoice -

2980 pours in

my republic.

with a sponge tire -

car

deputies.

2990 Into the red building

to the meeting.

do not tell

Moscow City Council.

Pink faces.

Revolver

3000 militia

to the right

Very well.

3010 Above me

3020 the pilots swam across.

my pilots.

like a tree, me.

how they go to battle

on the first.

3030 eyes:

knee.

3040 Going

through the fluff of paper.

Prosecutors

How good!

editorial

scab threats.

To choke them.

3050 Threatened?

in my sight.

drum

3060 strong,

are imported -

red stars.

adapted

foot beat:

3070 vra-

Level 3080

into powder.

Take care of the air.

my factories.

3090 Puffy,

faster,

forever so that

didn't shut up,

Komsomol members.

3100 blew

in the adjacent garden.

In the country -

3110 In the fields -

villages.

In the villages

peasants.

3120 will plow the earth,

Whatever the farm

from early morning

love work.

3130 milked,

are catching fish.

Our Republic

under construction,

Story -

3140 by the mouth of the coffin.

teenager, -

invent

Joy pret.

Not for you

give us?

3150 Life is beautiful

amazing.

Years up to a hundred

without old age.

Year to year

our cheerfulness.

3160 Praise

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This day in Soviet times was a great holiday, it was the main Soviet holiday. In order for the working people to properly feel the significance of the event that was being celebrated, they had not one, but two days off - on November 7 and 8, two whole days off! Well, how could you not rejoice! And they rejoiced and celebrated, on this day there were demonstrations, festive performances and concerts, children's morning performances, evenings of amateur performances. And since during my school years I participated in all types of amateur art activities - at school and in circles of the club of the Bolshevik factory - it was an extremely important day for me. And preparation began in advance, for a month. Rehearsals, rehearsals, learning new poems and dances ... a lot of creative work, difficult and joyful. And then the performances themselves - how many experiences, delights and sorrows! All this was later remembered and discussed for a long time. And all this was happiness, all this cheerful holiday confusion and confusion. But this is from the realm of memories ...

Now it is difficult to assess the events of a hundred years ago, there are discussions about this, desperate disputes, downright battles, albeit verbal, but furious. We will not evaluate anything, but we will not pretend that nothing significant happened on this day 100 years ago. We will simply read the description of this event by the greatest Soviet poet Vladimir Mayakovsky in the poem "Good".

Dul,
as always,
October
wind a mi,
how they blow
under capitalism.
For Trinity
blew
cars and trams,
ordinary
rails
ridiculed.
Under the bridge
Neva river,
along the Neva
the Kronstadters are sailing...
From rifles talker
soon
Winter stagger.

In a crazy car
tires knocked down,
quiet,
like
packaged pipe,
for Gatchina
huddled,
fled the former -
"Into the horn,
into lamb!
Rebellious slaves! .. "

see
rare star eyes,
surrounding
Winter
into the rings
according to Millonnaya
from the barracks
the Keksholms are advancing.

And in Smolny,
in thoughts
about the battle and the army,
Ilyich
make-up
mosque steps,
yes in front of the map
Antonov with Podvoisky
stuck
to attack sites
checkboxes.

Better
power
good leave,
nowhere
you
don't get away!
From everyone
go
outposts
to the Winter
red guards.

teams of workers,
sailors,
goli -
reached,
with a bayonet,
as if
arms
converged on the throat,
sleek
throat
palace.
Two shadows rose.
Huge and wobbly.
Moved.
Forehead on forehead.
And the yard
palace
lattice hands
squeezed
torso
crowds.
rocked
two
huge shadows
from the wind
and bullet speeds, -
yes machine guns
as if
crunch
broken bones.
Standing Pavlovians are angry.
"To politics...
started...
b a poke...
Where
against us
Bochkarev fools?!
Would order
to assault."

But the shadow
fought
tangled paws -
and paws
nobody
did not tear or tear.
Unable to stand
silence
surrendered weak -
was leaving
from fear,
from the nerve a.
First,
conquered by fear
starred
baby battalion.
Gone off the batteries
by eleven
Mikhailovites or Konstantinovites ...
And Kerensky -
hid
try
take him out!
thought
Cossack head.
And
thinned
defenders of the winter
like teeth
at the scallop

And long
lasted
this is silence
silence of hope
and the silence of despair.

And in the winter
in upholstered furniture I X
with bronze in s cool,
sitting
ministers
in copper plates,
and smells
clean-shaven.
They are not looked at
and they don't listen
they
at bayonets in the forest.
They are
fall down
overripe pear,
once
them
shake.
The voice is rare.
in a whisper
signs.
- TO e rensky somewhere? -
- He?
For the Cossacks. -
And again silently.
But only
P about d evening:
- Where is Prokopovich? -
- No Prokopovich. -
And because of Nikolaevsky
cast iron bridge a,
like death
looks
unkind
Aurora
towers
steel.
And so
high
over the collar
rose
Konovalov's face.
Noise,
which the
tech spring,
now
surf heaped.
Who is long?
I was able to reach!
For each
glass
stick blows.
It -
from three inches
shied away
forts of Petropavlovka.
And on top
city
as if blown up
bang
six-inch Aurora.
And so
more
she didn't have time
crumble
booming and formidable, -
over Petropavlovskaya
vzv and was
flashlight,
uprisings
conventional sign.
- Down with!
On the attack!
Forward!
On the attack! -
vorv a foxes.
On carpets!
Under the gilded roof!
Each staircase
every ledge
took
stepping over
through the junkers.
As if
water
rooms n about linen,
flowed,
merged
over every loss,
and contractions
flared up
hotter than noon
behind every sofa
at each curtain.
By this
enfilade,
greetings about early
monarchs,
bearing
treasure crowns, -
velvet halls,
rolling corridors
thundered,
fought
boots and butts.
Some
embarrassed
Son of a bitch,
and over it
Putilovets -
gentle dad:
"You,
boy,
lay out
stolen watch -
watch
now
our!"
The tramp grew
and those
thirteen
raked,
scored,
hurt,
shut up.
huddled
under a tie
what should they do? -
As if
axe
hanging over the back of the head.
Two hundred paces...
for thirty...
for twenty...
Runs in
junker:
"Fighting is stupid!"
Thirteen Screams:
- Surrender!
Give up! -
And at the door
jackets,
overcoats,
sheepskin coats...
And in this
silence
reveled
bass,
strengthened
over the yards of the yard:
"Which are temporary?
Get off!
Your time is up."
And one
from the intruders
touching pennies,
announced,
like something simple
and simple:
"I,
Chairman of the Revolutionary Military Committee
Antonov,
Temporary
government
I declare deposed."
And in Smolny
crowd,
splayed chest,
bedspreads
song
f e information server.
First
instead of:
- and it will be... -
sang:
- and it is
our last... -
Until dawn
left
no more than an arshin, -
arms
rays
from the east about fiefs.
Comrade Podvoisky
got into the car
said wearily:
"It's over...
to the Smolny.
Silent machine gun.
Pleased sense about in.
fell silent
bullets
ringing hive.
were burning
like the stars
bayonet edges,
turned pale
heaven stars
in the guard.
Dul,
as always,
October
wind a mi.
rails
ridiculed over the bridge,
race
my
trams continued
already -
under socialism.

Under the bridge
Neva river,
along the Neva
the Kronstadters are sailing...
From rifles talker
soon
Winter stagger.
In a crazy car
tires knocked down,
quiet,
like
packaged pipe,
for Gatchina
huddled,
fled the former -
"Into the horn,
into lamb!
Rebellious slaves! .. "
see
rare star eyes,
surrounding
Winter
into the rings
according to Millonnaya
from the barracks
the Keksholms are advancing.
And in Smolny,
in thoughts
about the battle and the army,
Ilyich
make-up
mosque steps,
yes in front of the map
Antonov with Podvoisky
stuck
to attack sites
checkboxes.
Better
power
good leave,
nowhere
you
don't get away!
From everyone
go
outposts
to the Winter
red guards.
teams of workers,
sailors,
goli -
reached,
with a bayonet,
as if
arms
converged on the throat,
sleek
throat
palace.
Two shadows rose.
Huge and wobbly.
Moved.
Forehead on forehead.
And the yard
palace
lattice hands
squeezed
torso
crowds.
rocked
two
huge shadows
from the wind
and bullet speeds, -
yes machine guns
as if
crunch
broken bones.
Standing Pavlovians are angry.
"To politics...
started...
indulge…
Where
against us
Bochkarev fools?!
Would order
to assault."
But the shadow
fought
tangled paws -
and paws
nobody
did not tear or tear.
Unable to stand
silence
surrendered weak -
was leaving
from fear,
from the nerve.
First,
conquered by fear
starred
baby battalion.
Gone off the batteries
by eleven
Mikhailovites or Konstantinovites ...
And Kerensky -
hid
try
take him out!
thought
Cossack head.
And
thinned
defenders of the winter
like teeth
at the scallop
And long
lasted
this is silence
silence of hope
and the silence of despair.
And in the winter
in upholstered furniture
with bronze twists,
sitting
ministers
in copper plates,
and smells
clean-shaven.
They are not looked at
and they don't listen
they
at bayonets in the forest.
They are
fall down
overripe pear,
once
them
shake.
The voice is rare.
in a whisper
signs.
– Kerensky somewhere? -
- He?
For the Cossacks. -
And silently again
But only
in the evening:
- Where is Prokopovich? -
- No Prokopovich. -
And because of Nikolaevsky
iron bridge,
like death
looks
unkind
Aurora
towers
steel.
And so
high
over the collar
rose
Konovalov's face.
Noise,
which the
tech spring,
now
surf heaped.
Who is long?
I was able to reach!
For each
glass
stick blows.
It -
from three inches
shied away
forts of Petropavlovka.
And on top
city
as if blown up
bang
six-inch Aurora.
And so
more
she didn't have time
crumble
booming and formidable, -
over Petropavlovskaya
soared
flashlight,
uprisings
conventional sign.
- Down with!
On the attack!
Forward!
On the attack! -
They broke in.
On carpets!
Under the gilded roof!
Each staircase
every ledge
took
stepping over
through the junkers.
As if
water
the rooms are full,
flowed,
merged
over every loss,
and contractions
flared up
hotter than noon
behind every sofa
at each curtain.
By this
enfilade,
salutations
monarchs,
bearing
treasure crowns, -
velvet halls,
rolling corridors
thundered,
fought
boots and butts.
Some
embarrassed
Son of a bitch,
and over it
Putilovets -
gentle dad:
"You,
boy,
spit it out
stolen watch -
the clock is now ours!
The tramp grew
and those
thirteen
raked,
scored,
hurt,
shut up.
huddled
under a tie
what should they do? -
As if
axe
hanging over the back of the head.
Two hundred paces...
for thirty...
for twenty...
Runs in
junker:
"Fighting is stupid!"
Thirteen Screams:
- Surrender!
Give up! -
And at the door
jackets,
overcoats,
sheepskin coats…
And in this
silence
reveled
bass,
strengthened
over the yards of the yard:
“Which are temporary?
Get off!
Your time is up."
And one
from the intruders
touching pennies,
announced,
like something simple
and simple:
"I,
Chairman of the Revolutionary Military Committee
Antonov,
Temporary
government
I declare deposed."
And in Smolny
crowd,
splayed chest,
bedspreads
song
fireworks information.
First
instead of:
- and it will be ... -
sang:
- and it is
our last… -
Until dawn
left
no more than an arshin, -
arms
rays
implored from the east.
Comrade Podvoisky
got into the car
said wearily:
"It's over...
to Smolny.
Silent machine gun.
Satisfied.
fell silent
bullets
ringing hive.
were burning
like the stars
bayonet edges,
turned pale
heaven stars
in the guard.
Dul,
as always,
October winds.
rails
ridiculed over the bridge,
race
my
trams continued
already -
under socialism.

7

On nights like these
on days like these
at hours
such a time
on the streets
except that
alone
poets
and thieves.
Dusk
to the world
the ocean rolled.
Xin.
Over the fires
Boer.
underwater
boat
went to the bottom
exploded
Petersburg.
And only
when
from burning whirlwinds
staggered
dark brown,
remembered again:
from the sides
and from the top
continuous storm.
On the water
dusk
similar and so
bottomless
blue hole.
And here
more
and seeing a whale
carcass
Avrorov.
Fire
machine gun
sheared area.
Embankments -
are empty.
And only
swagger
bonfires
at dusk
thick.
And here,
where is the land
knitted from the heat,
frightened
or from ice
palms
holding
by the fire in tongues,
warming up
soldier.
Soldier
fell
fire in the eyes
on a clock
hair
lay down
I found out,
surprised
said:
"Hello,
Alexander Blok.
Lafa futurists,
junk tailcoat
breaks down
every seam.
Block looked -
bonfires are burning
"Very well".
around
drowned
Russia Blok…
Strangers
the haze of the north
walked
to the bottom,
how are they going
debris
and tin cans
canned food.
And immediately
face
changed more sparingly
darker
than death at a wedding:
"They are writing...
from the village…
burned...
I have…
library in the estate.
Stared Block -
and block shadow
staring,
don't stick to the wall...
As if
both
waiting on the water
walking Christ.
But Blok
Christ
did not show up.
Blok
sadness in the eyes.
live,
with a song
instead of Christ
people
from the corner.
Get up!
Get up!
Get up!
Employees
and laborers.
Clamp,
mower and forger,
rifle
in iron hands!
Up -
flag!
Dud -
get up!
Enemy -
lie down!
Day -
rubbish!
For bread!
For peace!
For will!
take
the bourgeoisie
factory!
take
the landlord's field!
fraternize
fighting platoon!
Get lost -
old
Down
to dust.
Bay -
bar!
Fuck!
tah!
Enough,
enough,
enough
obedience
carry
on the humps.
shiver,
capital yard!
shake
crowns,
on foreheads!
Fat
hedgehog
fear
block!
Fuck!
tah!
Tah!
tah!
This song,
sung in your own way
reached
to deaf peasants -
and the villages got up
shuddering howl,
on the way to
cross axes.
But -
zhi -
chcom
on the
spot chick
lu -
then -
th
on -
the bagman.
State -
on -
din
on -
bag,
co-
bi -
rayte
things!
Before -
went
for the time being
you -
ho-
di,
barefoot,
sun -
three
axes,
lift your braids.
How
worse
my Nina?!
Ba-
the markets themselves.
drag
to the hut
piano,
gramophone with a clock!
Under -
ho-
di-
those eagles!
Waking up -
robbed.
Meet at the cola
see off
into the rake!
A business
Stenki
with Pugachev
burn hotter!
All
estates
rich
smash by a fireman.
Under -
let
rooster!
Raise your pitchfork!
Eh,
not
shut up -
pet -
tuh cute!
Crap
to him
now
relatives!
heads -
head of cabbage.
Machine guns chatter
spills from carts.
"Oh, apple
clear colors.
Bay
on right
belavo,
red on the left.
This vortex
from thought to trigger,
and building,
and fire smoke
cleaned up
the consignment
to the hands
directed,
lined up in ranks.

8

The cold is big.
Winter is healthy.
But blouses
stuck to sweaty ones.
Under the blouse of the communists.
Firewood is loaded.
On a labor Saturday.
We won't leave
although
leave
we have
all rights.
In our wagons,
on our way,
n a w i
we ship
firewood.
Can
leave
at two o'clock -
but we -
let's leave late.
To our comrades
our firewood
needed:
comrades are cold.
The work is hard
Work
languishes.
For her
no pennies.
But we
we work
as if we
do
greatest epic.
We will work,
endure everything,
so that life
hurrying the wheels of days,
fled
on the iron march
in our wagons,
across our steppes,
to the cities
frozen
n a sh i.
"Uncle,
what are you doing here?
so many
big uncles?
- What?
Socialism:
free labor
free
the assembled people.

9

Before our
republic
the rich stand.
But how to comprehend it?
And questions
perplexed
no number:
what is this
for such a nation
"socialist"
and what is this
"soci-
alistic fatherland"?
"We
your delights
powerless to understand.
What are they excited about?
What are they singing about?
What are
fruit-oranges
are growing
in your Bolshevik
paradise?
What did you know
besides bread and water,
with difficulties
interrupting
from day to day?
T a c o o g o o f the fatherland
such a smoke
is it really
is it so pleasant?
Why are you
go,
if they say -
"fight"?
Can
to be
broken bombs,
can
die
for the land for with in about yu,
but how
die
for the general?
Nicely
Russian
to hug with Russian, -
but you
and name
"Russia"
lost.
What is this
fatherland
those who have forgotten about the nation?
What nation are you?
Comintern?
Wife,
yes apartment,
yes current account
this -
fatherland,
heavenly bushes.
For the sake of
here
such a fatherland
we would understand
and death
and youth."
Listen
national drone, -
our day
the good thing is that it's difficult.
This song
the song will be
our troubles
victories,
weekday

10

Politics -
simple.
Like a sip of water.
understand
bristling
full mouth,
what if
in Russia
the claw gets stuck,
all
bourgeois bird -
abyss.
From "Surte Generale"
from "intelligence service",
"defensives"
and "Sigurans"
coming out
different
bastard and bitch
sews
overcoats
gray color,
bombs
lays down
in satchels.
crammed into the holds,
sunken decks,
for money
recruiting agency.
To Novorossiysk
sailing from Marseille,
from Dover
sail to Arkhangelsk.
With a song
with whiskey
fed up like a pig.
keels
dug up
the waters are cold.
Watching
periscopes
submarine boats.
Cruisers are sailing
litter shells.
And
destroyers
carry mines.
BUT
over
all
with guns
monstrous length
in excess of -
dreadnoughts.
different
gases
smelling nasty,
clouds
tearing out propellers,
from the aircraft
to the aircraft carrier
ne -
re-
fling the hydro.
sent
capital
scientist captains.
Throat
groped
and squeeze.
poke
in Beloe
poke
to Black,
to the Caspian
to the Baltic
where
ship
no poking
the end
skating.
Costs
mistress of the seas,
bulldog
Britannia.
From all over
blockade ring
and guns
look in the face.
Reds don't like it?
Them
hungry?
Rybka
eat up,
going
to the bottom. -
And to whom
on the land
rob hunting,
those
from ships
descended as infantry.
- Let's sink into the sea
on the land
let's stomp. -
Aliens
hands
rowing heat,
smoke
fatherland
let
shooting -
exhibit
ahead
fooled
guys,
barons
and princes who were not shot.
dig graves,
save a coffin -
Yudenich
rati
rod
to Peter.
In carts
food tastes good
canned food -
pud.
tanks
caterpillars
on Peter
rod.
From the north
goes
admiral Kolchak,
Siberian
bread
push with a boot.
Workers to be shot
popovnym for joy,
go with him
blue Czechs.
trenches,
chosen by machines
sappers
Crimea is dug up, -
Wrangel
large-caliber
is operating
from Perekop.
love
colonels
sentimental ladies.
Colonels
love
talk at lunch.
- I
I'm going, please
(sips whiskey)
but on me
dozen
monsters
Bolsheviks.
One-one
another -
rrraz, -
by the way,
like a dandy
and saved the girl. -
Lady,
ask
at the gray gelding -
he
like Murmansk
raped.
Ask
how -
Dvina river,
blood
painted,
corpses
vytaya,
with luggage
terrible
walked
in the Arctic.
How brave
shot in a bunch
communist
one
yes, it's twisted.
Like an officer
his majesty
fled
from the shots
clean up the coast.
Like over gray
khatami
fire feathers
and hands
sleek
tight
at the throat
But…
"it's a long way
tu Tipereri,
its a long way
that go!”
For the first
republic
workers and peasants
sparkling
shots,
shining bayonets,
persecuted
armies,
fleets rolled
rich world,
and these
and those...
Damn you
rotten
kingdoms and democracies,
with their
soaked
"fraternite" and "egalite"!
Lead
pouring
on us
boiling water.
We alone -
and nowhere to hide.
"Yankees
doodle
kip it about,
Yankee doodle dandy."
in the middle
rifles
and instruments of voice
Moscow -
islet,
and we are on an island.
We -
hungry,
we -
beggars,
with Lenin in the head
and with a revolver in hand.

11

Rushing
life,
coat,
simple
dry.
I live
in the houses of Stakheev I
now
Veesenha.
brought,
clinking rifle,
rich
and checkouts.
Now here
all sorts
and people
and classes.
in winter
in a bee-stove
shove
volumes of Shakespeare.
teeth
click, -
potatoes -
feast to them.
In the summer
listen to the asphalt
with pennies
in the window:
- Transval,
Transval,
my country
you are all
burning
on fire! -
I'm in it
stone
boiler
I cook
and this life
and running and fighting
and dream,
and decay -
in the house
floors
reflected
from toe
forehead
thunderstorm
washed,
how is reflected
crowd
going
trams.
Shooting
crouching
squatting,
to rest
eyes to the window,
to be
know better
I'm in
little room-boat
swam
three thousand days.

12

They walk
speculators
around the Glavtop.
hug,
kiss,
get killed for rupees.
Secretaries
responsible
stomp with felt boots.
For bread
cards
lumberjacks are standing.
A lot of
affairs,
few
woe to them
lb.
- whole! -
first category.
chop,
lime
tea
having eaten.
- We
not Filippov,
we -
get used to.
There will be lunch
will be
dinner, -
whites would
out
kick off the gate.
I wanted to eat
belt -
tighter
rifle in hand
and
to the front. -
BUT
past -
indispensable.
knocking
boot
goes for soldering -
Governing body
issued
dried apricots
and jam.
rich -
more dexterous
are eating
at Zundelovich.
Nothing,
no porridge -
steak
with broth
bread
your,
a million and a half.
scientist
worse:
phosphorus
need,
oil
on a saucer.
But,
as luck would have it
there is a revolution
but no
oils.
They are
scientific.
Will write
cure.
Mandate, handwritten,
Anatole Vasilyevich.
Where
bread
yes meat,
will come
for an hour to you.
Is reading
commissioner
Lunacharsky's mandate:
"So…
sugar…
So…
fat for you.
Firewood…
birch…
dry logs...
and a fur coat
wide
consumption.
I'll,
comrade,
I ask point blank.
Want to -
take
headdress.
Comes
each
with different kindness.
take
so far
leg
horse!"
Fur
on the eyes
like baba yaga
go
back
on three legs.

13

Twelve
square arshins of housing.
Four
in room -
Lilya,
Osya,
I
and dog
Puppy.
little hat
took
tattered
and pulled out the sled.
- Where are you going? -
To the restroom
I'm going.
to Yaroslavsky.
Like a sail
fur coat
Aweigh,
stinks
she is a goat.
in the sleigh
I'm taking logs
took
broken fence
Log -
mascara,
harder than stone.
As if
swollen
knee
giant.
I'm coming in
with a log in an embrace.
sweaty,
soaked.
Important
and decorously
I plan
pen-operated.
Knife -
rust.
I cut.
I rejoice.
in my head
heat
raises the degree.
meadows bloom,
May
sings
in the ears -
this is
stretches frenzy
from under the black sheets.
four icicles
curled up
fell asleep.
Come
people,
walk,
wake up.
Barely woke up
from coals
mad.
Out the window -
snowdrift.
Hunchback looks.
Haven't died out yet?
frosts
at night
go, creak
snow boots.
firmament,
bent over
to my room
by sea
sunset
doused
By pink
smooth
seas,
South -
clouds-ships.
For the surface
for the pink
drop anchor,
there,
where birch
firewood
are burning.
I
a lot of
strayed in warm countries.
But only
this winter
understandable
became
to me
heat
love,
friendship
and families.
Only lying down
in such an icy
teeth
together
screeching -
you will understand:
it is forbidden
feel sorry for people
no blanket
no caress.
earth,
where is the air
like a sweet fruit drink
quit
and rush, wheel, -
but the earth
with whom
froze together,
forever
you can't fall in love.

14

hid
that winter,
thin and strict
everyone
who is forever
went to sleep.
Where are the words!
And in these
lines
pain
Volga
I won't touch
I
I take days
from a number of days
what about a thousand
days
in kindred.
From gray
stripes
days,
they were driven
years -
watermen -
not really
hearty,
not really
hungry.
If a
I
what he wrote
if
what
said -
this is to blame
heaven eyes,
beloved
my
eyes.
Round
yes brown,
hot
to the fire
Telephone
crazy mad,
into ear
slammed his butt:
hazel
eyes
squeezed
hunger
tumor.
The doctor talked -
so that the eyes
stared,
need
heat,
need
greens.
Not home
not for soup
and to your beloved
visit
two
carrots
I carry
for the green tail.
I
gave a lot
confection and bouquets,
but more
all
expensive gifts
I remember
this precious carrot
and gender -
log
birch wood.
wet,
skinny
under the arm
firewood,
a little
thicker
medium brow.
Cheeks puffed up.
Eyes -
clicks.
Greens
and caresses
eyes came out.
More
saucers,
watching
revolution.
to me
easier than everyone else -
I
Mayakovsky.
Sitting
and eat
a piece
horse.
Creak -
Door,
crying.
Sister
junior.
- Hello, Volodya!
- Hello, Olya!
- tomorrow is New Year's Eve -
isn't it
salt? -
I share
I hang in my palms
pinch
damp.
Overcoming
snow
and fear
sliding sister,
sister is coming
wanders
three-verst Presnya
salt
fresh potatoes.
Beside
freezing
walked
and grew up.
started
ticklish -
give back
pinch.
Came
and salt
does not fall -
frozen
to the fingers.
Behind the wall
shark:
"Go,
wife,
sell
Blazer,
buy
millet.
Window, -
from him
go
snow,
soft
snow,
quiet
leg.
Bela,
goal
capitals
rock.
stuck
to the rock
forests
skeleton.
And so
because of the forest
sky in a shawl
creeps in
sun
louse.
December
dawn,
haggard
and late
stands up
over Moscow
typhoid fever.
Gone
clouds
to countries
obese.
Behind the cloud
shore
lies
America.
lay,
lacala
coffee,
cocoa.
In your face
thicker
pig whims,
rounder
restaurant meals,
from a beggar
our
land
I shout:
I
earth
this
I love.
Can
forget,
where and when
bellies raised
and goiter
but the earth
with which
starving together,
it is forbidden
never
forget!

15

under the ear
most
stairs
two hundred steps,
bear
messenger minutes
On the stairs
lead.
The days have come
and stomped:
- survived
there you are, -
no
fuels
belly
groovy.
smoke
heavenly
varnish,
up to the pipe
up to the nose
locomotive
costs
in drifts.
Putting
on felt boots
colored patches,
from the gate
from an iron jaw,
again
walked,
grasping the shovels
all,
who is mobilized.
Came out
for the forest
together
started.
Am I
are you
dug up,
dug.
And again
train
rolls
for the snow
tablecloth.
Weakens
body
no meals
and drink
stretcher made,
weaving hands.
Now
sing along
and you can go home
yes on hand
supposed
five
frostbitten.
Today
on the stairs
dirty and dull
dug
narrow-minded
pig rumors.
Denikin
fits
to herself,
to Tula
to powder
core.
The townsfolk put on their shoes,
printed on dust
whispering
cook's choirs.
- Will be…
grainy!..
poods unfinished ...
tea streams,
crackers,
sugars.
Bli-and-and-sharp little whites,
take care of the cores! -
But the city
woke up,
in framed posters, -
this is
party called:
"Proletarian, on horseback!"
And red
jumping
South
squadrons -
Mamontova
catch up.
Today
day
ran in a hurry
cry
silence
tearing,
shot through
easy
wheezing often,
fell
and ended
bloody
Blood
up the stairs
dripped on the floor
cold
with dust in half
and again
on the floor
drops
dripping
from under the bullet
Kaplan.
four-legged
walked,
screech
walked
jackals.
Salop
He speaks
chuyke,
chuyka
salop:
- fidgeted
long-nosed pikes!
Soon
all
gobble up! -
And then
protruded
tarelyn eyes
long
surnames
and titles of the trail.
Wind
rips off
lists of those who were shot,
vomit,
twists
and puts it in the pipe.
Paw
class
lies on a predator -
Lubyanskaya
paw
Che-ka.
- Freeze, enemies!
Get away, little ones!
The townsfolk!
Attention!
At the hearth! -
Millionth
Class
stood up for Ilyich
against
white
fanged monster,
and flowed
in Lenin,
treating,
this will
the best medicine.
were buried
townsfolk
for kitchens
for diapers.
- Don't touch us -
we
chickens.
We are only midges
we are waiting for food.
close,
time,
your mouth!
We are inhabitants -
you put on us
And we
already
for your power. -
And in the morning
sky -
belfry!
yesterday
day
blame the lies
splintered
birds and sun
alive,
alive,
alive,
alive!
And again the days
clockwork
fled
and asked.
- Let's go
behind us -
"Another
effort."
From combat to labor
from labor to attacks, -
in hunger
in the cold
and nakedness
kept
taken,
yes so
that blood
protruded from under the nails.
I have seen
places,
where are the figs with quince
grew
easily
at my mouth,
to such
treat differently.
But the earth
which
conquered
and half dead
nursed
where to stand with a bullet,
lie down with a rifle,
where a drop
pouring with the masses, -
with such
earth
will you go
for life,
for work,
on holiday
and to death!

16

to me
told
quiet jew,
Pavel Ilyich Lavut:
"Just now
I went out
from the doors
I see -
they float…”
run
around Sevastopol
to smoking steamers.
Per day
soles stopped,
like a year of travel.
On a raid
transports
and transporters
fights,
cries,
swearing,
motna, -
run
volunteers,
raising the ports, -
clean audience
and a soldier.
Who -
canary,
who -
piano,
who is with the closet,
who
with an iron.
Cadets -
what for
people are loyal
elbowed,
covered with matyug.
Forgotten decency,
abandoned the fashion
who -
no skirt
who -
without socks.
Beats
the male
lady
in the face
soldier
colonel
knocked off bridges.
Ours pressed
wings on ladders.,
porridge
loaded
military echelon.
slamming
door,
dry as a report
from headquarters
deserted
he went out.
Looking
on your feet
step
sharp
walked
Wrangel
in black Circassian.
The city was abandoned.
On the pier -
naked
Boat
six-oared
costs
at the mall
And over the white ashes
like falling from a bullet,
for both
knee
commander-in-chief fell.
thrice
earth
having kissed
thrice
city
baptized.
Under the bullets
jumped into the boat...
– Your
excellency,
row? -
- Rowing! -
Removed the paddle.
Motor
jammed up.
Went
fun
to "Diamond"
powerboat.
Bullet
flew by
standard yacht.
And in galoshin transports
long away,
behind,
dragged along
torn off
from the machine and plowing,
nodes
a hundred and fifty
winding up in a day.
From the motherland
into the clutches of the Turkish police,
to the Turks in the hole,
the Dardanelles are narrow,
floated
tomorrow's Gallipoli,
floated
yesterday's Russians.
Vpe -
redi
year on year.
Everyone
shake,
who is wearing a helmet.
Will you
milk
cows in Argentina
you will
die
through the pits of Africa.
Aliens
waves
rocked transports,
flags
with a crescent
darted into the eyes
and from transports
behind the yacht
chased -
"Asps,
stole the treasury
and run away, bastards.
Already
crews
beware
bullets
crazy
necessary.
Two
American destroyer
stood
on a raid
beside.
Admiral
circled the pipe
shooting
mountains
edge:
– Ol
wright. -
And gone
at the tail of the retreating packs, -
guns on the city
heading for the Bosphorus.
In the ovens of the sun
the mountains
roast.
Air
the flowers were scattered.
Our
with a song
come from Dzhankoy,
pouring in
from Simferopol.
interrupting
bullet talk.
banners
the battle
sheep,
with red
together
descends from the mountains
song
combat.
Didn't bend
when
crushed with a machine gun,
got up,
fearless,
in lead-rain:
"And with us
Voroshilov,
first red officer.
listen
guns,
sea witches,
y -
le -
petting
in the screws with everything
how it pours
from the mountains
- we are ready to die
for es es es er!” -
Chief of Staff
furrows his forehead.
Fingers
clumsy hand
letters
naughty bend:
"Wrangel
op-
crayfish -
chickpeas
in the sea.
There are no prisoners."
For now -
dot
and telegram
and war.
Remembered -
underplowed,
who is missing
who
domain
fireboxes and dawns.
And let's go
wiping sweat with sleeves
spreading
on towers
patrols.

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