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Hey you, counter,
transverse!
cockroaches, crickets
Zapechnye!
No nation, and drohva
padded.
Russ unkempt,
Russ unwashed!
you listen
New free tale.
New free tale
On live here.
The first tale about,
What has long been.
And the second - about,
Now emerged.
For you I, Rus,
These tales sung,
Because he was
And the truth and dare.
It was to compose a whale
these Pritchin,
Not afraid to draw
zubotychiny.

*

Oh, in the garden
Yeah Ipatьeve
When Peter was
when Emperor.
He spoke the words
unlucky clerk:
"Oh, and how we, guys,
I began to be, king fool.
King of fool-laborer
Snot fist squeezes,
Peter builds a castle
German way.
It is seen, do it
Nothing else.
He began to Russia
Germanize.
He shaves princes
sconce?yes, in?these things.
How not to cry
Mulberry gives Rusiju?
Do not grieve here as
above sudʹbinoû?
naughty he
Bet the club ".

*

I heard those words
young archer.
Enough smutyanschika
For tight mower.
"You go, benefits,
not Kochura, brother.
I SVEZA you
Right in the Peter-grad.
Bring to the king.
Kaisha, son of a bitch!
Kaisha, son of a bitch,
That stir up the people!»

*

On Tverskaya
Under the arch vbryak
With bells
I went poor clerk.
On the fourth day,
About poldnovyh far,
I rolled our clerk
to the king, in the yard.
Then the king went
With high? porch,
Max batons -
he called Archer.
"You tell me, what for
Prikatil, shooter?
Al with a Moscow
secret messenger?»
"I am not a messenger, king,
Not related with Moscow.
I only have
Your faithful servant.
I brought to you
Rebel-dyyaka.
U care, know, zhist
Hips do not hurt.
In the whole tavern
On the honest people
on Attention, king,
Your highest race ".
"Well, - then I told Peter, —
Get out-Koch, louse!»
Cosmas Dyakov
rose, rye.
Pyotr with shoulder
broke fist.
And ever lifted
Bast up clerk.

*

Pyotr was the court,
In the yard was a number,
At the round - Moca.
This is just, guys,
begining.

*

Oh, our raw Car,
Alexeitch Peter.
He is one spirit
A bucket of beer drinkers.
Smoke - smoke comes
Three fathoms,
In German clothes
Raznaryazhenny.
Vozgovo?rit our king
Alexeitch Peter:
"Come to me,
Dear Lefort.
glorious you master
In Amsterdam it was.
Russian king you,
As a laborer, served.
He studied there,
How to keep the ax.
You ezzhaj-Koch, master,
In Amsterdam again.
Tell you all
By Peter bow.
and tell, what now
The terrible share it.
The terrible I share
For his native Russia…
Death will come soon,
reconcile afraid.
reconcile afraid,
And to live is not happy:
Who is now observe
Budet Piter-grad?

Amid the fog now
And the chain of wetlands
I dream sgibshy
working people.
hear, voice my
At night the rings,
That on their bones
Lay down a tight granite.
because sometimes,
surround hail,
dead rise
The drill hits.
And they shout,
And they scream.
From this bloomery
Zagashay lights.
say the word:
"We're all over the kings!
get caught, Peter,
Learn to see only, pomri!
We sderem with you
Your dashing Chupryna,
Because you
He was the son of a dog.
Poblazhal you know
with ministers.
Blood for them
city ​​built.
But let for
He knows every house -
We will come even,
We'll come, will come.
This city is ours,
Therefore there
can only live
Only the working people ".

Stopped our king
Alexeitch Peter,
The three streams with him
Pours cold sweat.

*

Listen, hear,
You, of course, people
Good!
Though a blizzard you cut,
although the newly-fallen snow.
In short,
Milyagi!
Do not give
Kovšik bragi?
human language,
Tea, no bird!
nice you, people,
come up with
Custom!

*

And the gun hit,
And the bells cry.
You, of course, know,
What does it mean?
There were many roses,
There were a lot of poppies.
Peter Shoronyly,
heavily mourned.
And since the only weapon, there
Everyone was svolok,
Who seriously cried,
And who salivary eyes.
But since that's the day,
Yes, for two hundred years
Fools-kings
No direct account.
And two hundred years
Hood walked podzomny:
"We'll come, will come!
We'll take your work!
We grabbed the nobility -
To them in pleshi,
Lampposts
Pereveshaem!»

*

Two hundred years later,
In October snow,
He shook Neva,
raising ripples.
In the morning the people rose -
And lo and behold a storm:
Hanging on poles
svolochnaya know.
Ah yes, nice people!
Ai to Pieter-city!
But why is there
Beat-gun firing?
Bute in the country,
Bute from the sea.
Understand how he likes
You, my soul!
Much these days
It is finished Affairs.
I sing about them,
As spoznat managed.

*

Rejoice, soul
molodetskaya!
Today our government,
Soviet power!
little officer,
Yes ducky
Prikokošili
Yesterday in Gubcheka.
Never Trotsky,
Nor for Lenin -
For Don Cossack
for Kaledina.
Barked "apple"
The young sailor:
"We have not yet
Podotrem unto nose!»

*

And for Javor,
under Ukraynoyu,
heard men
sad news.
Soviet power
They like,
Yes, the troops go
With her crack.
In those troops to the men
place of birth.
And here Wrangell,
And here Denikin.
And more?my im,
How dashing cubs,
From Siberia sends troops
Admiral Kolchak.

*

Brother, my fish,
bone crayons!
You, peasant boys,
Podrostochki.
Neither Nogat you not take,
our ryazanami.
You golem went for a walk
With the guerrillas.

Red Army bayonets
In the glow.
Here father and son
can meet.
During one portion
This beats host,
To own land
Yes, all his life plowing.
To make a noise rye
And oats rang.
To each rolls
Pie eating.

*

Well, what is there to anger
not bear?
On-Don is now sing
in our opinion is not:
"The boat goes
past the pier.
Let us feed the fish
Communists ".
And we have them sing:
"Where are you are you rolling?
In Vecheka you will get -
Can not be undone ".

*

From one disaster
As many as three growing.
Suddenly over Peter
Hear new gud.
Not understand one,
Chip is gud:
"You do not dare to doze,
working people!
As for Peter
Men Yudenitch!»

What do we
all tepericha?

And from beat,
And otsely light.
Oh you, poor people!
Oh you, Piter-grad!

*

But at every trouble
Blows novyu shaft.
Who does not remember now the
it Zinoviev?
The rain poured down when
The three deaths.
At the root of the rains
WINTER knocked.
And entot year
Do not make a noise rye.
That life was not,
A knife in pechenki!
And Zinoviev all
I conducted this speech:
"Brothers, better we
Here the bones lie down,
You give the enemy
Free Peter Castle
And go again
In bondage back ".

*

And for Don synym
Cossack village
At this time the wolf catty
In Kukushili crying.
says Kornilov
Cossacks porechnym:
"Partisans Ugostite
Vyshenem kartechnыm!
With the Red Army, Denikin
cope, I know.
We spread our peaks
C Don to the Danube ".

*

Oh you, Ataman!
not the leader, and Sotsky.
And what at the Communards
There comrade Trotsky?
He is without a plaintive voice
I lihogo bells
He promised us our horses
Drink of the Don.
Wei stronger and stronger,
Blue Wind-chill!
With us brave Voroshilov,
Unive Budennıy.

*

If tightened too tight,
The stronger yelling.
one peasant:
What toptalï roj.
What went through it
Here the army of Denikin,
The hundreds of miles lay
Right in the nik she.

Over such trouble
In the camp of white neigh.
Knocked rural cattle
And under guzzle vodka.
Crumple peasant wives,
girls paw.
"So you have to,
Sivolap!
You, muzhik, scallywag!
scum! rogue!
Repayment-Kos
to place.
Repayment of it,
What do you know hanging.
Hey, in whips them all,
Rastakaya mother ".

*

Oh you, blue lilac,
blue Polisadov.
In their native side
No live not happy.
deserted gardens,
abandoned hut.
meadows
not pokosheny.
And take oats,
I nailed rye.

Where Now, muzhik,
You can find shelter?

*

But better than all
those alarmed,
What nochmi not sleep
In leather jackets.
Those in favor of poor people
Live and sgibnut glad.
Who does not want to surrender
Free Peter Castle.

*

There, under Ligovo
Terrible battle in full swing.
Peter mourning
Without lights is not sleeping.
Moment - and now
The enemy will break all,
And goodbye, dream
Towns and villages…

Sweat and blood Stirs
With anxious persons.
Beat and beat people
In leather jackets.
as heaps, lie
Corpses on the field.

Horses neigh in fear,
In fear stomp.
But the pressure from us
getting stronger, stronger,
Fighting eight days,
Fighting nine days.
On the tenth day
I could not resist the enemy…
And he went to scratch
The bushes in a ravine.
Our back them: "Croy!..»
guns beat, light…
Ah yes, nice people!
Ai to Pieter-city!

*

And for Belgrade,
envi Harkov,
Blood Xph men
Pereharkana.
Poor people in Moscow
barefoot running.
And groan, and roar
The whole earth trembles.
They are looking for bread,
ask for mercy.
So how does the will of evil
It's not to grow?

In okolytsы
Walk Field
gather
big head.
But how to burn steel,
How come shoot!
In Denikin
Already have a stomach ache.

*

Source, song!
Song!
whether that is in the world
wonderfully?
Though under the harp you sing,
Though under Talyanochka.
Do not you give me,
children,
another jar?

*

Brother, bull's-eye,
nice colors!
beat Denikin,
Bute Kornilov.
my flower!
Tsvetik poppy!
you will soon, admiral,
Otkolchakivay.

There's the hum of the steppe,
There for steppe thunder.
Everyone in the battle to protect
His father's house.
leather jackets
Under the Donets not count.
It is seen, many in Petrograd
This suit has.

*

The white camp cry,
The white camp moan.
Surround our army
On all sides.
The white Stann Creek,
In the camp of the white light-headedness.
How should a fire
Golden dawn.
And in all the taverns
The lights are lit…
Tomorrow, many of them with each other
I do not meet.
And all drink to the king,
For Holy Rus,
In the caressing noble whores
forgetting sadness.

*

In the red camp snoring.
The red mill stench.

stink portyanochnaya
From boots of soldiers.
Tomorrow, barely light,
It is necessary to fight again.
sleeps, my clumsy!
sleeps, my dear!
Let your gold
Light of Dawn sprinkles.
The leather jacket
Kommunar not sleeping.

*

At the urns, dawn,
The rain Kruten
nuclear whistle
We met the day.
raising up,
How melancholy, eyes,
The leather jacket
Around the Commune:
"Brothers, if there
we shall overcome,
The October light
forever extinguished.
We will cover the whip.
We will cover the whip.
All whole life then
The poverty to pore ".

With a bitter anger hands,
wiping a tear,
Our company commander with the words
Boots razul.
Gromko kashlyanuv,
"On, - he said to me,, —
Houses are no boots,
Tell my wife ".

*

At the urns, dawn,
The rain Kruten
nuclear whistle
We dried the day.
The bullet enters the chest,
Like bees to sting.
Our unit then
I ran ahead of.
For Dell Pond.
A pond for log.
Commune of straw
The land lay nose.
we forward, forward!
enemy ago, ago!
So let the dead
Lie in the rain.
sleep, brave,
With died away mouth!
We will come to you all
then bury.

*

That was the end fight,
Red flag waving.
Not sparing toe,
the enemy flees.
surprised,
What remained intact,
Silence our company commander
Boots put.
And said: "Gene
Sapohiv not immediately.
Now I have them myself
Iznositь Gorazd ».

*

That was the end fight,
the, who are alive, the glad.
Ah yes, a free people!
Ai to Pieter-city!
from midnight
To ultra blue
Your on the Neva
Haunting shadow of Peter.
Haunting shadow of Peter,
ugly hmuritsya
On kumachny color
In our streets.

The beach has water
foam indevyu…

ships sail
If in India…

July 1924
Leningrad

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