In March
blizzard
Sleeps all the colors on the map.
pulled his hood,
slept edge,
Like the groundhog.
The snow lies on the branches,
The wires,
The ramifications of the parties,
Cockade on the dragoons
And on the sleepers of railways.
But not happy with the distance.
As an expanse or admire,-
A thousand miles in breadth,
In heaven,
As fusel sucks,
Udaryaet need
Peregarami spertogo rave.
err
At Chill
centigrade poverty.
And it is here
In Mr.
Hurt oneself fire gear,
And gromadami Zarev
Commanding Sea beards,
And spoils passion,
And the weapons of cavalry,
And raging:
Get up,
rises,
working people.
And run, and run,
sleigh rides,
Through the wilderness perelesits,
What went,
What of the bedrooms
fleeing,
Scorched in down.
And all the way
In pine forest
Witch frozen month.
And sticking Kopylov
And the hamming
The red rooster.
Stooping to the sledge,
breathe eat,
Are smoking and grumbling.
lights out.
there county.
Won police officer friendly shelter.
Still there is a train.
Some even talk of a general:
The strike only shastaet
According bridge cities.
Summer.
May Or June.
Locomotive Vesuvius at Lodz.
The air to drive nails.
Edema ways parched.
Aside from node
freezes
rattling review:
It rained glass
And scabs
shot cartridges.
Began, as always.
Clashes with troops
on the outskirts
the impetus.
There were casualties on both sides.
But workers sparked
And it is filled with the desire for revenge
Beating the crowds,
Repeated day of the funeral.
And then some
Zagrohali joint,
And the city,
balk,
Oholennыy,
without qualities,
And stone, more than ever,
He became themselves without shame.
So statues,
lost zryachest,
awakens stateliness.
He became a statue of Labor.
Afternoon closed offices.
With five stop moving.
In bezzhiznennoy Lodz
gasoline
spreading sunset.
embittered workers
Elected target razezdy.
deserted town
Entangled network of barricades.
The night pulled the troops.
Davshe volley with bridge,
Because of the dragon teeth,
With barricades hiding
AND, passing it, roasted with roofs.
With each round of artillery wheels
Somebody fell
of the servants,
And with every
Prystyazhkoyu
falling prestige.
