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Anatoly Marienhof

I

APPEARANCE Pugacheva Yaik TOWN

Pugachev

Oh, how tired and how sore leg…
Laughs road in an eerie space.
You're Lee, You're Lee, Rogue Chagan,
Shelter savage and ragged?
I like the steppes of your copper
And smelling salt ground.
Moon, as a yellow bear,
The wet grass stirs.

Finally, I'm here, here!
Rat enemies waves chain split,
Could not they at aspen pole
Hoist the sail of my head.

Yaik, Yaik, you called me
Groan oppressed populace.
Puchilis in the heart of toad eyes
Grustyaschey in Sunset Village.
I only know, These huts -
wooden bell,
Voice of the wind eaten Khmara.

ABOUT, help the, stepnaya mgla,
Menacing to accomplish my plan.

watchman

Who are you, wanderer? That wander fuller?
What worries you expanse of night?
From what, like a heavy apple,
Hangs from the neck of your head?

Pugachev

The saltmarsh your site
I have come from distant lands -
View Gold bodily,
In the native gold Slavs.
Listen, Father! Tell me gently,
As our lives are a wise man?
Just eh he is in his fields diligently
Tsedit milk rye straw?
Just eh here, breaking dawn dungeon,
Chasing oats to drink trot,
And the beds, from cabbage foam,
Shuttles dive cucumbers?
Just eh Mirren labor housewives,
Distaff heard even a conversation?

watchman

Not, passer! With this life Yaik
Break it off from the most ancient times,.

From the first days, both broke off the reins,
From the first days, Peter died as a third,
on cabbage, over oats, over rozhyu
We shed sweat for nothing.

our fish, salt and the market,
What this region is rich and zealous,
He gave Catherine
Under the supervision of his nobles.

And now all the margins
Moans from Russ tenacious paws.
Wax complaints Cain's heart
Compassion not Okapi.

all tied up, all vnevolili,
With iron starvation though Eat.
And Dawn flows over the field
From the sky the cut throat.

Pugachev

Unhappy your habitation!
But tell me, tell,
Did the people do not have severe grip
Pull out of the boots knives
And embed them in a lordly blades?

watchman

Have you seen,
Like a scythe in the meadow jumping,
Iron mouth biting the legs of herbs?
that is why, that stands on the grass koryachkah,
By picking up the roots themselves.
And do it, grass, do not hide
From hot spit teeth.
Because she can not, like a bird,
Off the ground in blue.
And we! Rooted blood kicks in hut,
What we first row canted grass?
Just before we would not have got,
Only we would,
Only to our
not mowed, as a daisy, head.
But now, as though awakened,
And our tear-stained birch path
surrounds, like mist from the damp,
The name of the dead Peter.

Pugachev

As Peter? What you said, old man?
………………………
Or is it howled in the clouds in the sky?

watchman

I say, that soon the terrible cry,
That hut like toads vlakal,
Stronger clap of thunder over us.
Already rebellion uplifts sails!
We need someone, Who would cast the first stone.

Pugachev

what is the mind!

watchman

What are you sighing?

Pugachev

I put myself a vow to remain silent until the time.
………………………….
Ticks dawn in the sky
From the mouth of darkness
pull out the stars, like teeth,
And I still could not take a nap anywhere.

watchman

Might I suggest you
Mattress a crude,
But in my home only one bed,
And four of her sleeping children.

Pugachev

thank! I am in the city of guest.
Give me shelter under the roof lyuboyu.
goodbye, old man!

watchman

God bless you!

……………………
……………………
Rus, Rus! And how many such,
As a sieve sieve flesh,
From end to end hanging around in your open spaces?
whose voice is calling them,
Investing lamp they stick to fingers?
they go, go! Green glorifying rumble,
Bathing the body in the wind and dust,
As if someone had banished them all to prison
twirl feet
This ground ball.

But what I see?
Moon Bell slipped below,
is he, like apple uvyanuvshee, Livestock.
Chime its rays became deaf.

Already on perch played loudly
The harmonic chicken cock.

II

LAM KALMYKOV

first vote

look here, look here, look here,
You do not have dreamed Telezhnyy whistle?
Tonight at the dawn of the liquid
Thirty thousand Kalmyk tents
From Samara crept on Irgis.
From the Russian bureaucratic bondage,
that is why, what, like partridges, they pinched
On our meadows,
They pulled in their Mongolia
Herd of wood turtles.

The second voice

Only we, Once we just procrastinate,
As if we swept the terrible barrage us,
That is why it sends us every week
Orders his Moscow.
That is why, wherever you go,
see, like a sword suppressors
Jumping cats yellow
Cossack's head from his shoulders.

Kirpichnikov

Attention! Attention! Attention!
Well do not be cowardly, like sheep,
They come here to entice you a terrible thing
Traubenberg and Tambovtsev.

Cossacks

To hell! Damn traitors!
…………………..

Tambovtsev

Media-irno-au!
Centurions Cossack units,
Get ready to march!
tonight, like wild beasts,
Kalmyks all together hordes
We changed the Russian Empire
And stole all the cattle with a.
The sinking boat of the month
Chagan throws on the shore of the day.
Who loves his country,
He should listen to me.
Not, we can not, we can not, we can not
Prevent this damage to the country.
Russia lost its meat and skin,
Russia lost the best horses.
So brosimtes the chase
On the Mongolian scum,
While she was all hands
China has not surrendered.

Kirpichnikov

Stay, ataman, pretty
On the wind language scratching.
For us Russia, koneshno, painfully,
that is why, we Russian - mother.
But we did, we did not frightened,
That someone has left our fields,
And we do not Kalmyk yellow hare,
In which you can, in food, shoot.
He left, This dark mongolets,
Give him a good way God.
Good, that from our Okolitsa
He managed to turn without pain.

Traubenberg

What does it mean?

Kirpichnikov

This means that,
what, if only
Our hut was on wheels,
We have harnessed them to their horses
I butt with solončakovyh dances
Dragged into gold steppes.
Our used horses, long arching neck,
Flock of black swans
after the?ladies rye
sustained us, violently horosheya,
The new edge, to live a new life.

Cossacks

tortured! bitten, scoundrels!

Tambovtsev

Cossacks! You kissed the cross!
you swore…

Kirpichnikov

we have sworn, We have sworn to Catherine
Being a stronghold of the steppe borders,
Protect these pastures blue
From the raid robbery birds.
but tell, tell, tell,
Do not these birds do not you?
Our cropland harsh resident
will not find, where the cover head.

Traubenberg

This is treason!..
link it! To tie!

Kirpichnikov

Cossacks, hour has come!
Greetings, fierce rebellion!
They could not say a word or mouth,
Let the bullets tell guns.
(Shoots.)

Traubenberg falls dead. guards flee. Cossacks grab a horse

Tambovtseva under

bridle and dragged him to the ground.

Vote

Death! death of a tyrant!

Tambovtsev

O Lord! Well what I did?

first vote

Muccino, the villain, three years,
Three years, like a hawk White,
Neither gave directions, our passage.

The second voice

Otkushay pohlebky metelytsы.
Otgulyal, otstegat and othvastal.

A third voice

Feature you with neem kanitelitysya?

The fourth voice

The hang of it - and that's!

Kirpichnikov

let him know, let him hear Moscow -
At its violence we vzbystrim.
This is only the first peal,
This is only the first shot.

Let remembers Catherine,
What if Russia - pond,
The black frogs in the mud
Guns toss steel spawn.
Let worn over the country,
What Cossack not on willow run
And the moon bag herbal
He pate nezadarom SRON.

III

night fall

Karavaeva

A thousand devils, thousand thousand witches and devils!
What a rain! What a bad rain!
Skvernый, skvernый!
Like a stinking urine oxen
It pours from the clouds over the fields and village.
nasty rain!
What a bad rain!

Skinny like skeletons of cranes,
Are plucked willow,
Melting ribs copper.
Oh golden egg leaves on the ground
They are not warm wooden belly,
Do not bring chicks - green verbena,
On their throat slid September, like a knife,
And on the wing bone breaks schebnyak
Autumn rain.
Cold, nasty rain.

ABOUT, autumn, autumn!
bare bushes,
As beggars, get wet roadsides.
In a dog's bad weather, squeezing tails,
Afraid to stick your head out the door,
And here's stand, though Sgin,
But the eyes of the darkness eat,
To not get an enemy infiltrator.
damn rain!
Punishment for mutiny
Remind me to belch clouds.
hurry, soon to escape, in escape
From these blood milked countries.
With open arms we welcome all
With Catherine warring Sultan.
Already drained smothered mobile
With ozirkoy, like a field mouse.
About Sun Bell, your tili-li-day,
May be, Here we no longer hear!

But there? it seems, Steps?
Steps… Steps…
Hey, who goes? Who goes there?

Pugachev

his… his…

Karavaeva

who is your?

Pugachev

I, Yemelyan.

Karavaeva

BUT, Yemelyan, Yemelyan, Yemelyan.
What's new in this world, Yemelyan?
How do you like this rain?

Pugachev

This rain of happiness given by God,
Nam on hand, so he whipped up all night.

Karavaeva

Yes, yes! I think so too, Yemelyan.
A nice rain! wonderful rain!

Pugachev

tonight, lurking in the dark,
I looked at government posts.
All time hiding, like rabbits,
Fearing soaked overcoat.
know? This night, if only we will play,
blood not, and dawn tinged used our knives,
All to the soldiers without firing a shot
In a sleepy Yaik we could put…

Well tomorrow in the morning will be cloudy,
Sivym herd proskachet Khmara.
Listen, because I'm from a simple kind
And the heart of a savage steppe!
I can, for a day and a mile without moving,
Listening to the wind and run creatures step,
that is why, in my chest, in den,
Tossing young one warm shower.

I like the smell of grass, cold set on fire,
And September listoleta prolonged whistle.
Do you know, Bear that in autumn
He is looking at the moon,
How to wind the sheet into a winding?
On the Moon teaches his mother
The wisdom of their animal,
That he could, foolish, know
And calling his name and.
………………….
I figured my values…

Karavaeva

Well no wonder you believe?

Pugachev

many, many serious years
I taught a reason beast…
know? People do everything from animal soul, —
the bear, the fox, this Volčič, —
A life - a large forest,
Where dawn red rider racing.
We need strong, have strong teeth.

Karavaeva

Yes, yes! I think so too, Yemelyan…
And if they have been,
The Moscow Regiment
We did not throw, like fish, in Chagan.
They were afraid of us used to press
And to punish so easy
for this, in a daze rebellion
We killed two scoundrels.

Pugachev

Poor, poor rebels,
You bloom and noisy, rye.
Your head and ears tender
Rocked the July rain.
You smiled creatures…
…………………….
Listen, but this is a shame Well,
To us this nasty haryam
We could not avenge still?

Is it when saying goodbye,
To the throne some damn
Protyahyvala soldier, fingers,
Nepokornuyu black umerschvlyat!
Not, can not, can not!
To hell with the Sultan turetchinoy,
Just for the joy of the enemy
This escape rash.
To stay here!
to stay, stay,
To boiled revenge
Golden acacia purhoy,
To throw knives
Iron jets fiercely!

Listen! Drop your guard,
Run and wake the whole village.

IV

Accidents on tall UMOTE

Obolyaev

What happened? What happened? What happened?

Pugachev

Nothing wrong. Nothing wrong. Nothing wrong.
There on the street zholklaya dampness
driving fog, as the flock wing.

Tsapley wet fields borozdya the password?,
Wind made all living things,
As the toads in their sockets, hide,
And only sometimes,
Tied to a string of rain,
A black cross in the air
Proboltnetsya stray bird.
This fall, like an old ragged monk,
Predicts someone about the death vesche.
………………………..
look here, for our good
I came up with that Coy pohlesche.

Karavaeva

Yes, yes! We came up with that Coy pohlesche.

Pugachev

Did you know,
That dives mobile news,
As the boat along the crests of the waves to sail low?
An animal loves our guy to sit on his haunches
And suck the news, as bovine big tits.

From sand to Dzhigildy Alatyr
This news about,
That some cruel guide
Dead emperor's shadow
It leads to the expanse of the Russian.
This shadow with a rope around his neck bezmyasoy,
Jaw dropped fingering,
Creaking legs dancing,
He goes to avenge himself,
It goes to avenge Catherine,
raising arm, as a yellow count,
for this, that she and her associates,
Breaking white jug
his head,
Vzoshla throne.

Obolyaev

It's only funny fable!
You, of course, not behind it came,
To tell it to us?

Pugachev

vainly, vainly, vainly
You think so, brother Stepan.

Karavaeva

Yes, yes! To my mind, too vain.

Pugachev

It is important, It is important, It is important,
That the dead do not rise from their graves?
But here and there the soil bezvlazhnuyu
This rumor like plow vzryl.
Already heard bells riots,
peasants roar announces the zenith,
And bushes wooden herd
Defoliated forging rings.
What it Peter? - Angry and wild Orava? —
Once the desired event stone,
To stakes pogrom ruled
over topics, who robbed and tortured.
Each person pays for mite mite,
Revenge puppies bloody schenitsya.
And whosoever shall say, that is rampant
Tramps and renegades?
It rampaging Russians!
Well I want to teach them to the laughter Sables
Obtyanut the sinister skeleton sails
And to put it in dry steppes,
As the ship.

And after him
On blue mounds
We'll move live animals turbulent fleet.
…………………………….
…………………………….
look here! For all now
I - Emperor Peter!

Cossacks

Emperor?

Obolyaev

He is crazy!

Pugachev

Hahaha!
You scared the gravedigger,
Which the, skull spread out like a pot,
Cooks of copper coins soup,
To pohlebat in black life.
I frighten dead you will not,
But you have to train, We need to understand,
That this cemetery plan
We podymem Mongol army!
We not only prostolyudstva,
Which in our region,
Let Kalmyk Bashkir and fighting
For lamb fires among yurts!

Zarubin

It's right, это верно, это верно!
Coy us hell conspired escape?
Better here all their heads nasty
Break off, as the wheels of carts.
We will cover them with knives and mat,
Who without swords - so hit brick!
Long live our Emperor,
Emelyan Ivanovich Pugachev!

Pugachev

Not, not, Now all I have to
not Yemelyan, and Petr…

Karavaeva

Yes, yes, not Yemelyan, and Petr…

Pugachev

brothers, brothers, because every beast
She likes to hide his name and…
Heavily, hard my head
Opushat themselves alien frost.
It's hard heart lamp revenge
Cover crooked thicket.
Know, get into the name of the dead -
Also, that filthy coffin.

Painfully, It hurts me to be Peter,
When the blood and soul Emelyanova.
The man in this world is a log house,
Not always rebuilt anew…
But… to hell with it, to hell!
Away pity veal neg!
Tonight at half past three
We must make a raid.

V

URAL convict

Hlopuša

madwoman, mad bloody murk!
What are you? Death? Ile Healing cripples?
Spend, take me to him,
I want to see this man.
I'm three days and three nights to search your umot,
The clouds from the north poured stone pile.
glory to him! Let it not even Peter,
The mob violence of his love for and prowess.
I'm three days and three nights wandering the trails,
In solonets luck digging eyes,
Wind my hair, like stubble, ruffled
And flails rain threshed.
But embittered heart will never get lost,
The head from the neck hard to get myself wealthy.
Orenburg dawn camel krasnosherstnoy
Dawn dropped her milk in my mouth.
And clumsy cold udder through the darkness
I pressed, as bread, to the depletion of Ages.
Spend, take me to him,
I want to see this man.

Zarubin

Who are you? Who? We do not know you!
What do you need in our camp,
Why are your eyes,
As two chain dog,
Tossed restlessly in salt moisture?
What you came to tell him?
evil eh, good eh shines out of the mouth vspurga?
Hacked whether in Asia rebels?
Ile, like rabbits, flee from Orenburg?

Hlopuša

Where is he? Where? Really it is not?
Heavier, what stones, I carried my soul.
Brother, long, know, forgotten in this country
About the desperate villain and rogue Khlopusha.
laugh, person!
In your state hmurыy
Great sent scouts.
I was a convict, and convict,
He was a murderer and forger.

But always because, ever since, earlier you, too late to,
Arranges payment traps thorns.
Shackled in the stocks and pulled out his nostrils
The son of a peasant Tver province.
Ten years -
Do you understand, ten years? —
What I ostrozhnichal, the hobo.
This warm meat was wearing skeleton
on obshtipku, as a feather swan.

The hell with that eh, that I wanted to live?
What a cruel heart weary frown?
Brother, my dear,
For the landlord man -
It was like a sheep, the chicken.
Daily prayer at dawn yellow coffin,
Shackles I sucked blue hands…
Suddenly… Three nights ago… governor Reynsdorp,
As runaway sheet,
I take off my cell…
"Hear, lag!
(So he said.)
Only you alone, I believe.
There's a feather grass expanse of roaring thunder,
From which shakes the whole empire,
There's a city slicker, swindler and a thief
Even think reared Russian horde of robbers,
And noble head whips ax -
How birch dome
In the forest monastery.
You, of course, you manage to put a knife into him?
(So he said, so he told me.)
It is for this service you will find freedom
And in the pockets zazvyakaet silver, instead of stones ".

Already three nights, three nights, He is making his way through the darkness,
I'm looking for his camp, and there is nobody to ask me.
Perform Well, take me to him,
I want to see this man!

Zarubin

strange visitor.

sublevels

suspicious guest.

Zarubin

How can we trust you?

sublevels

they are many, some, for a handful of ducats
Ready to pierce his heart.

Hlopuša

Hahaha!
This is very far from stupid,
You are reliable and sturdy shield.
Once all the I to the navel -
Revenge nourished rebel.
Caplets manure resin rancid
From the torn edges of the huts.
Well tomorrow night I stick out like a wolf
Human flesh gnaw.
Anyway because, anyway because, anyway because
Sozhresh not - so you will eat Well.
You need to always keep alert
These hands for fights and thefts.
take it from me!
I come to you as a friend.
Heart is pleased to split blizzard,
that is why, Without Khlopusha
You do not take a Orenburg
Even with hundreds of valiant generals.

Zarubin

So open to us, open, open
That plan, that you buried.

sublevels

We now, now we send you into battle
The commander of our cavalry.

Hlopuša

Not!
Khlopusha will not beat.
Khlopusha have another idea.
He would, so angry face
At the mind filled with anger.
you are fearless, like beasts of prey,
Menacing clank your battles and victories,
But yet I have no artillery?
But yet I have no gunpowder?

Brother, in my head, as if in a barrel,
Brain, as alcohol, hlebnoy edkostyyu hot.
I know, SAKMAR for workers
For landlords guns pour.
There exists and gunpowder, and core,
And gunner Zorkaya Men,
Only it is necessary now, without delay,
All the peasants in that region to rebel.
Ashamed to hesitate here, ashamed to hesitate,
Anger slaves - not snorting mare…
So let's train of lime copper
Fuck together to Ufa borders.

WE

In the camp Zarubin

Zarubin

Hey, you, honest but cheerful people,
Zabubennaya Trin-grass.
Friends with your villages
Skulomordaya tatarva.
they hiss horses, how vortices, on the field,
Only you look - and gone.
Month, yellow wings flapping,
Razdiraet, how hawk, bushes.
Zaglyazhus I'm on level Goli
The blue stynuschie meadows,
Birch is not the only weapon Mongolia?
No kibitka L kirgiz - so?..

Listen, honest people, hear, hear
His nomadic peresvist!
Orenburg, deposited Khlopusha,
eat frogs, mice and rats.
Third of the country is already in our hands,
Third of the country we both put the army.
Well now the enemy will lose in the night
According to the Volga Region all warehouses and wharf.

Shigaev

Stop, Zarubin!
You, наверное, not heard,
This I saw no…
other…
Many…
About Samara with a broken head against alder,
Dripping a yellow cord,
Limp when the road.
Slovenia blind, from his gang behind,
With nasal and raucous tremor
In a ragged hat crow's nest
She asks for food
In roadways and passers.
But no she did not even throw a stone.
Frightened cross on a star,
everyone thinks, it's a terrible sign,
portends trouble.
What will happen.
Something's Got to Give.
they say, perform hunger and mor,
By stu time to fly a bird will peck
Gastric their silver.

Thorne

Yes Yes Yes!
What will happen!
Everywhere
howl rumors, like a dog at the gate,
Blowing into the souls of common people severely
Wind raw materials and the stench of swamps.
The fat is in the fire!
Be a great loss!
Know, not in vain with meadow side
Moon horse skull
Gold dripping saliva rotting.

Zarubin

spindle! you're lying,
The knife you in the back!
Since childhood, I have not seen in eyes,
That sort of devilry
Worse women shaking Cossack.

Shigaev

We do not tremble, did not tremble!
Our blood - not Bashkir Abyss.
Because you yourself know, whose blades
Making way in Chelyabinsk.

You yourself know, who took Osu,
Who broke shaved Sarapul.
Many flies did not sit on your nose,
How many bullets in our backs vtsarapali.
In cold eh, Whether in damp,
Night or day -
We are always ready for a fight,
And all of us are more valued horse,
The robber his head.
But someone threatened, in trouble,
And her only weapon Cossack not hear?
Look, He is sitting out the chimney,
as a rider, riding on the roof.
won another, won third,
Do not count them digging
With romping longing Dunces,
The whole herd of wild mares wooden
hurtling, dust club, gallop.
Well, where is he? why did he?
some roads
Riders looking for rabid?
their lashes, lashes Planner
According to a glass eye whip.

Zarubin

Not, not, not!
You did not understand…
I hear the title of,
Rank to arms under each window-sill.
I know, tonight goes to Kazan
Yemelyan ferocious cavalry.
Sam yesterday, delight breathless,
Over the hill in the predawn darkness
I saw, both lasted for Cheremshan
With artillery tyschi carts.
So solemnly wheezing wheeled carts
Stones rattled on the road.
camels roar mingled with the bleating of goats
And with a guttural speech Tatars.

Thorne

Well, we believe, we believe,
May be,
What you think, everything is just like that,
voice of anger, with similar bedoyu,
We szyvaet a terrible revenge.
Give God!
Give God, and it happened to.

Zarubin

believe, believe!
I swear!
No problem, and unexpected joy
Fall on peasant Russia.
Here vzzvenel, like a sword of shells,
Blue twilight expanse of plains.
Even trees -
And those rebels
Podыmayut banners ryabina.

matures, maturing merry carnage.
Vzvoet the sky red mist.
Hum cores and grapeshot whizzing
Tomorrow will be their cover Yemelyan.
And that our rebellion rumbled despair,
To not completely suck melancholy, —
Well today I am going to send you, Today,
To the aid of his troops.

VII

WIND WAG RYE

Chumakov

What is it? Like this? Are we defeated?
Dusk hungry wolf ran blood dawn lap.
On this night! As gravestones,
It stretches across the sky clouds stone.
Go out in the field, are calling, are calling,
Klichesh old army, that fell under Sarepta,
And you see and not see - whether zybitsya rye,
Whether yellow hordes dancing skeletons.
Not, this is not August, crumble when Oats,
When the fields of wind batters baton rough.
dead, dead, look, circle dead,
There they are laughing, spitting out the rotten teeth.

Forty thousand of us were, forty thousand,
And forty thousand went to the Volga, as one.
Even the rain could not grass straw il carve,
As our heads showered swords they.
What is it? Like this? Where we run?
How many of us still alive?
From burning villages beating paws into the sky smoke
It spreads on the ground, our shame and fatigue.
Better if we were to die there and go,
Where circling crows restless, sinister svadbischem,
The jets of the fingers fives glowing candles,
The bear is the body with the coffins of hope, as a cemetery!

Burnov

Not! You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong,
I'm feeling life, more than ever, ill.
I would like, as a boy, tumble
Gold for May
And knock off the black crows with Cross Blue bell.
Everything, He gave me freedom mob,
I would go back and believe again,
What's the moon,
As a kerosene lamp in the evening hours,
Lamplighter lights of the city of Tambov.
I would like to believe, that these stars - not stars,
What is it - yellow butterfly, flying at lunar flame…
Friend!..
Why should my heart you murmur of tears
throw, in the chapel of Glass, stone?

Chumakov

I regret that you stinking cold soul, —
Okolevshego bear in a den close?
Do you know, in Orenburg killed Khlopusha?
Do you know, that Zarubin Tabinskom in prison?
Our army is broken completely Michelson,
Kalmyks and Bashkirs fled to Aralsk in Asia.
Not whether so pitifully
Gophers to stamp down the field groan,
Spraying dead heads, how klenovыe
leaves, mud?
death, death knocks on villages in the beater.
Who will save us? Who will give us shelter?
Look! there again, there again for edging
In the air crosses the wings throw noisy birds.

Burnov

No no no! I do not want to die!
These birds are hovering over us in vain.
I want to again lad, otryahaya with aspen copper,
substitute palm, as white slippery saucers.
How did death?
Does this idea fit in heart,
When, in the province of Penza I have my own house?
I feel sorry for the sun, sorry month,
Sorry for the poplar on the low window.
Only living because Blessed
grove, streams, steppes and green.
Listen, I do not care for the rest of the universe,
If tomorrow there will not be me!
I want to live, live, live,
Live up to the fear and pain,
though pickpocket, though zolotorottsem,
Just to see, the mouse jumping for joy in a field,
Just to hear, like frogs delight
sing in the well.
Yablonovy color splashed my white soul,
The blue flame wind blew eye.
for God, learn?those I,
learn?those I, and I'll do anything,
I will do anything, to ring in a human garden!

Tvorogov

Stay! Stay!
If I knew I, that you are not cowards,
What could we have used to escape easily.
No one had not opened our conspiracy Bezyazykov willow,
B kept silence single star in the sky.
Do not be intimidated!
Do not be put off by cruel plan,
It is not difficult, than the crunch of breaking bones in the body,
I want to offer you:
Assign the dawn Yemelyan
And give it to the hands of the authorities threaten us with death.

Chumakov

how, Yemelyan?

Burnov

Not! Not! Not!

Tvorogov

Heh-heh!
you are stupid, than horses!
I'm sure, Well tomorrow,
Only gold spit dawn,
You have hanged soldiers, how ink, on any
area.

And the fool, fool, Who will feel sorry for you.
that is why, that you yourself came up with the thorns.
Only once because we live, only time!
Only once shining youth, a month in his native province.
Listen, hear, there is a house on your Sura,
There's a window of your Poplar knocking crimson leaves,
As if to say he is the master in gloomy
October pore,
That wounded him cold autumn aimed shots.
How can you be able to help poplar?
How do you heal the wounds of his wooden?
Here is the same life echoing autumn night
Obshtipala, poplar teeth rain, Yemelyan.

I know, I know, spring, barks when water,
Poplar again covered with soft green leather.
But since the old leaves on it does not ascend ever.
They carried off beasts and passersby potopchut.

What am I that, Yemelyan he could escape to Asia?
what, typing kochevnykov, can once again
bump into battle?
All the same, after all, new leaves will fall
and covered with mud.
Listen, hear, we are old leaves with you!

So what are we to swing on the bare gnarled branches?
Better off and jump into the air to circle,
The lie and jet golden rotting in the fields,
What your eyes pecked out the black birds of prey.
the, who wants me, - good luck!
We chump Yemelyan - like bark
Stamped in the wild river…
Only once because we live, only time!
Only once glorifies youth, like a sail, moon distance.

VIII

END PUGACHEVA

Pugachev

Are you crazy! Are you crazy! Are you crazy!
Who told you, we destroyed?
evil mouths, both with rancid food KOSHLAY,
Smelly shameless lie burp.
Thrice cursed the coward, a scoundrel and a villain,
Who managed okormit you with such a foolishness.
Well now the night you have to ride horses
And get there before dawn with me in Guryev.
Yes, I know, I know, we are in terrible trouble,
But then-and fiercely over the fog script
Wooden wings of the Caspian water
Our boats zapleschut, swans, in Asia.

About Asia, Asia! blue country,
Sprinkle with salt, sand and lime.
There's so slowly the sky goes the moon,
Poskripыvaja kolesami, as Kyrgyzstan and wagon.
But who would know, as the turbulent and proud
Jump there sherstozheltye mountain rivers!
Not whether so they hiss Mongol hordes
All those wild and wicked, that sits in the man?

I long ago, I hid for a long time longing
move there, for their nomadic mills,
To waves smashing their cheekbones gleaming
Become a run-up to Russia, as the shadow of Tamerlane.
So what is a crook, scoundrel and villain
Okormil you shameless coward stupidity?
Well now the night you have to ride horses
And get there before dawn with me in Guryev.

Kryamin

About funny, about funny, about funny Yemelyan!
You're all the same extravagant, blind and insinuating…
Spilling your prowess in the fields,
Do not boil you more in any Asiatic.
we know, We know your Mongolian people,
Do we not know his courage?
Who was the first, Who is first, but this rabble
Under SAKMAR hit on the run?

As always, as always, this wild filth
He chose to sacrifice the weaker and smaller,
Only to loot and burn her border Russia
Yes tied to their saddles women prey.
She has always been a pleasant foray and robbery,
The severe hikes everyday frowning.
……………………
Not, we can no longer follow you,
We do not want nor to Asia, or the Caspian Sea, any Guryev.

Pugachev

Oh my God, I hear?
Kazakh, shut up!
I stop up your throat with a knife il shot…
Really and truly has rung swords?
Is this fee for all, I suffered?
No no no, I will not believe, can not be!
In you grows up in the steppe villages,
No threat of harsh fate
You should not make you accept.
You must incite even more the vzvoy,
When the wind blew from the blizzards of our countries…

Well boldly to the Caspian Sea! Feel free to follow me!
Hey you, captains, listen to the command!

Kryamin

Not! We are no longer servants you!
We are not vzmanit your folly.
We do not want to unnecessary and silly fight
lie down, as the crowd of other, by pogosti.
It has heart troubles and a secret fear
From the bloody strife and groans.
We would b, like before, in family farms
Listen to the noise of poplars and maples.
We have a clue fatal for life,
What stronger ropes and wires…
No pores if you, Yemelyan, fold
Before the power of rebellious head?!

Still the, what happened, not return back,
Know, No wonder the leaves in October wept…

Pugachev

how? change?
change?
Hahaha!..
Well, what!
Get as their reward, dog!
(Shoots.)

Kryamin falls dead. Cossacks shouting bare sabers. Pugachev, waving

dagger, backs to the wall.

Vote

Knit it! Bind!

Tvorogov

BEIT! Hit straight in the face with a saber!

first vote

We have suffered this hurried…

The second voice

Drag him by the beard…

Pugachev

…my dear… Khor roshie…
What happened? What happened? What happened?
Who so scary squeals and laughs
The roadside dirt and moisture?
Who out there on the sly giggles,
Angrily spitting from the sun?
…………………….
…Brother, this autumn!
This autumn shakes out of the bag
September minted gold coins.
Yes! I died!
the hour…
Brain, like wax, dripping hollowly, hollowly…
…That's her!..
She bribed you,
Wicked and vile ragged old woman.
That's her, she is, she is,
Swept her hair dawn shaky,
Wants, sgibla to home country
Under unhappy its cold smile.

Tvorogov

Well, crazy… why are staring?
Bind!
Tea, not knock out the wall head.
Thank God! the end of his brutal massacre,
The end of his vicious wolf howl.
will now burn brighter autumn copper,
Mack dawn wind scoops not vyhlestat.
hurry!
It is necessary to quickly keep up
Transfer it to the government.

Pugachev

Where are you? Where are you, former power?
Do you want to stand - and the hand can not move!
Youth, youth! How May night,
I have rung you cherry in the steppe province.

Here emerges, pops Blue night on Don,
Gently pull fumes from dry perelesits.
Gold yzvestkoy over a low house
Sprinkles and a warm month.
Somewhere hoarse and reluctantly kukareknet cock,
The tattered nostrils dust sneeze Okolitsa.

And further, farther, alarmed sleepy meadow,
runs bell, while behind the mountain will not break.
Oh my God!
Is the time has come?
It is a soul as you fall, like a burden?
And it seemed… it seemed only yesterday…
my dear… expensive… Choir-roshie…

March to August 1921

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