1
Redchal lively conversation.
Overcoat became in turn.
They stretched in trains
Telyatnikov replacement companies.
Tenth feeling tip
picks up the feather,
With this alarm clock with cuckoo
A hundred years have brought forward.
Indefinitely and tysyacheverstno
As the days passed by blasting rain.
Their persistence snatch
It does not put us in anything.
Always something of a noisy heap
It carried an unknown destination.
Now nowhere
They moved to the city.
And there were very strange night
And the kind of nights in September,
What is demanded of office
more extensive, than doprezh.
In the August of furniture
Entered already lint, crape,
The early call for new recruits,
Unharvested bread refugees.
whether they could imagine,
What is at hand, nevdaleke,
Hailed from positions
Homes stand in stolbnyake?
But, true, any rumors of impending,
Neither rack their guard,
Neither the low thrust over the roofs
I did not feel anything.
2
Under wraps dusty gardens,
At the bottom of a summer day
Neva, and oil stain
blurred soldiery.
evening edition
Newspaper torn snapped.
asphalts. Names of ships.
Pharmacies. The ends. anchors.
dawn, and underneath, in western
Engineer's castle, like
Uniformly innumerable, as a forest, topotne
retreating cavalry, splash
foundry, roulette tape
Rolling on the plate roller
In all the desolation Avenue
Shtibletnuyu storm crowds.
Remains of iron fences
Mostly tseleyut under mountains
Events and attempts to ashes
Leave Kirghiz steppe.
But clouds of black, apparatus
Revet in typographic bezumʹi,
And drowning hooves and creaking wagons
The bulk sandstorm paper stops.
Seven months debris and mold, like wool,
Staircases ministries.
Lonely as a finger,
Such Petrograd,
Ever since the State Duma
Night and day wandering in tents
And in the morning on the yurts insensitive to noise
Goltepy.
He still does not redeem
Skiptera of faults and errors
contrary to the stereotype,
I Soslan the vzmorʹe, drown, like Sisyphus,
Utopia on the backwaters,
AND, slightly plunging, raise these tons
Cardboard and bear in nemetenny
Seven months on end dusty deadlock.
And autumn is suitable to the usual routine
Whirling leaves and damp curtains.
3
Thick slush gluten
Rinse street track:
By sticking to the guilty innocent,
And day, and rain, and the distance in the glue.
Bad weather plank ramps,
Booming iron layer on layer,
overthrows government, tears posters,
Suggests class to class.
bonfires. picket line. haze. poets
Already printed bales
Descendants of poems into packets
And we in the chum and brazing.
Then, as eternal accident,
winter creeps
Under windows laundries and tea
And hides the bread of bins.
shortest day, as the cheese rind,
Play a rat on the sofa
AND, dragging the whole apartment,
Ukatyvayut for buffet.
In place defencists disputes
As north, level CPC,
boundless snow, and night, and the sun,
In the morning staring morels.
drooped day, sere and cattle,
Offensive renditions cycle miserable,
By type of life for motorcycles
And pour jam needles.
For jackdaws and Red,
Under wet black leather chrome.
What else dawn blush
When looking at a rout?
Well actually it is heaven
Be tired out had a good winter,
For all the trenches and Sovdepiia
For the bread to rise up and for peace.
In fact, it's somewhere
Stung by a swarm of wind from the sea
Burning eyes of the Petrograd,
Vperennyh in an unprecedented operation.
Yes, It `s that, for which he fought.
They are in the hands of a meteorite.
And even if he is empty, as a pole,
Thank them, that he opened.
Once we stayed in
traditions. We moved
On the fourth lap against the beast.
We are the first love of the land.
