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Many in Russia
trope.
Whatever trail -
this grave.
Whatever verst -
the cross.
Before Yenisei places
Six thousand one
Snowdrift.

blue Ural
skom
stone lay
bag,
For skom noise
Taiga.
Kohl gets stuck in the snow
Leg,
try to go
on foot.

good?, who
thunderbolt,
Who knows Siberian
Squall.
But if you are weak
And as he lay,
the, secretly made their way
In log,
you otpoet
Humor.

The storm and the terrible
howl.
wandering ponderously
Convoy.
guns at the ready.
If you want to
In the forest,
hold cheap
head.

an exiled soldier
not his brother.
Sam podnevolen
Soldier.
If you have not taken
On target, —
tomorrow it
the firing squad.
But you did not go
ago.

Let dies
the,
Who brother in the taiga
leads.
Are you under the chains
Jing
Spahr, like gray
Barguzin.
Run all along
And forward.

There, beyond the Urals
House.
Steppe and water
round.
In the blue expanse
Window
violin sings
Moon.
Is it so bad
In him?

A nice song
System.
You never know who it
Work.
There, beyond the Urals
Maple.
Every fact in life
love
In the moonlight flicker
letter.

If f, where a desperate
all,
slender girl
there is,
All, like purple
May,
All, how dear
end, —
Is not it beckons
song?

The storm and the terrible
howl.
wandering ponderously
Convoy.
guns at the ready.
If you want to
In the forest,
hold cheap
head.

*

prickly, fulgurating
down.
Hard to walk in broad
Purg.
But under the chains
day,
If you love
Day,
Is mile
Shlisselburg?

There, resting
In the door,
walking, in a cage
The beast.
always think
on one:
Can, in the land
mother
It was not
Now.

Can, the song
snowstorm
died last
Friend.
Friend or mother,
Does not matter!
I want to escape
Window
And fled to the meadow.

But long prison
Time.
And zorok soldier
Eye.
If you want to
Know,
So heavy
escape, —
I know one
Story.

*

There were thirty
Six.
The chamber nowhere
take.
The windows Burun
Vspurg.
stands firm
Shlisselburg.
The sea sings it
song.

Each of them
sat
for this, I was proud
and bold,
Angry that his
Tshtete
By sobbing in misery
great love
I was.

Do you remember, of course,
the
bubbling fifth
Year,
When because of the walls
barricades
I am aiming at brother
Brother.
The head, the
In life.

one defended
Law -
Slave, enamored
The throne.
Another that throne
thunder,
And his brother was
not nice.
Well, did was wrong
is he?

Do you remember, of course,
how
whip whistled
Kazakh?
Then bowed
face downwards
From the back and loins
dripping hot
poppy.

I know, maybe,
And you
He is seen in the snow
flowers.
After all, every boy
Roth.
every beat
Nose
The fist all
"Sort".

But those colors I
I have not seen,
It was still stupid
I mal.
And I do not read it yet
books.
But if he saw
Their,
Is it silent
I became?

*

There were thirty
Six.
Each full swing
Revenge.
each left
House
On the willows over a pond,
But do not forget about it
song.

once the commandant
He said:
"Too small for you
Hall.
Five of these I
accept
In one chamber,
Thirty-one -
The station".

Field and snowy
ringing.
checkered racing
Railway carriage.
rails nibbles
Locomotive.
It is appropriate
Question:
Where to take them
is he?

Many in Russia
trope.
Whatever trail -
this grave.
Whatever verst -
the cross.
Before Yenisei places
Six thousand one
Snowdrift.

*

Train all
pairs.
Each unclear
fear.
It is seen, wearing
Bracelet,
Chase of many
Years old
gold digging
In the forest.

May happen
With you
the, that get one
pickaxe,
Your daughter there,
in the distance,
Will be on the left
hand
Ring wear
Gold.

Field and snowy
ringing.
checkered racing
Railway carriage.
Suddenly, the thirty-first
Got up
And whisper said so:
"Today my night
Not a dream.

Now my night
Do not lie.
I was determined
run.
Good, that night
Not in the moon.
you help
To me
my body
Support.

Cage so I
saw…
He rescued the snow
howl.
You hath me
beside the window
fire,
To avoid seeing
Convoy".

thirty crowded
in a row,
If what
they say.
if look
the snow.
Is it so difficult
The escape,
If the lights
Do not burn?

*

they had
Five.
each had
Bed.
The windows Burun
Vspurg.
stands firm
Shlisselburg.
Only it bad
Sleep.

Is then
fall asleep,
If all you see
Rye.
see native
wattle,
Blue, clinking
Day,
And you're on a balk
going.

silent night
Time.
bell beats
Seven times.
month wide
I al.
It would have slumbered
I dremal,
Without raising his eyes.

glyanesh, on windows
down.
Boring, unhappy
Friend,
Night or day,
Does not matter.
I want to escape
Window
And fled to the meadow.

fifth suffer
tired.
Somewhere podpilok
Dostal.
night scratching
I Škreb,
Drips from the nose
sweat
Through the lip to grin.

Time under load
firewood
he slipped
The moat…
look, so he
On ice.
Shouts something
on the go.
I shouted - and whether
Health.

*

quickly run
days.
Wheels day
Related.
snowy January
occasionally
The chamber forty
Second
We met again
They.

fifth looking
In the eyes,
Thirty first
He said:
"There, which flows
Ob,
a hamlet
slough
And it's very good
Railway station.

In life, just live
Time,
I remember
No gorazd.
silly Siberian
Çaldon.
expensive, like a hundred devils,
is he.
For penny sell.

Snow white
smooth surface.
nothing to me
Remember.
I know one:
without dreams
Even in a dashing
Frost
Sweet on the Seine
Sleep".

A fifth said
In reply:
"I have forty
Years old.
But not extinguished my
five.
And so it pulls
In the forest,
The blue evening
Shine.

many say
Can not:
Only an hour I lay
In the snow.
I listened blizzard
howl,
but prevented
Convoy
With the guns on the run ".

*

gray, hmuraya
height,
The clouds with the earth
merged.
Do you remember, of course,
the
blizzard seventeenth
Year,
When they
Differing?

Everyone went to his
House
On the willows over a pond.
I saw the moon
And maple,
Just met
is he
heart favorite
In him.

There were thirty
Six.
Each full swing
Revenge.
And each in October
ringing
I went on Valentine's
The throne,
To all their
depose.

quickly run
days.
We met again
They.
Each new
House.
The maturation live only
In him,
Eye extinguished
Lights.

silent night
Time.
bell beats
Seven times.
month wide
I al.
the, who is now
doze off,
I do not raise
Eye.

warm blue
all.
Any songs
there is.

Above each his own
star…
We sing
Is always:
There were thirty
Six.

August 1924

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