Vladimir Mayakovsky - Good (Poem): Verse. Good! October poem
Mayakovsky Vladimir
"Good!"
Kerensky
beat and skin! We are already
from this king's bed
Alexandra Feodorovna.
as always,
how the winds blow
under capitalism. For Trinity
cars and trams, ordinary
ridiculed. Under the bridge
Neva river, along the Neva
the Kronstadters are sailing ... From the rifles, the talk will soon
Winter stagger. In a crazy car
knocking down tires, quiet,
packed pipe, for Gatchina,
huddled,
fled the former "Into the horn,
into lamb!
Rebellious slaves!.." They see
rare stars eyes surrounding
in rings, according to Millonna
from the barracks, the Kexholms are advancing. And in Smolny,
about the battle and the army, Ilyich
make-up
throws steps, yes in front of the map
Antonov and Podvoisky stick
to attack sites
checkboxes. Better
good leave, nowhere
don't get away! From everyone
outpost to the Winter
red guards. teams of workers,
sailors,
golly came,
with a bayonet, as if
converged on the throat, sleek
palace. Two shadows rose.
Huge and wobbly. Moved.
Forehead on forehead. And the yard
palace
squeezed the bars with his hands
crowds. rocked
huge wind shadows
and speed bullets, yes machine guns,
the crunch of broken bones. Standing Pavlovians are angry. "To politics...
indulge ... Where
against us
Bochkarev fools?! Would order
to storm." But the shadow
fought
confusing paws and paws
did not tear or tear. Unable to stand
silence
surrendered weak
from fear,
from the nerve. First,
overcome by fear, withdrew
baby battalion. Gone off the batteries
by eleven Mikhailovites or Konstantinovites ... And Kerensky
hid
try
take him out! thought
Cossack head. And thinned
defenders of the Winter, like teeth
at the scallop And long
this silence, the silence of hopes
and the silence of despair. And in the winter
in upholstered furniture with bronze frills, sitting
ministers
in copper plaques, and smells
clean-shaven. They are not looked at
and don't listen to them
at bayonets in the forest. They are
overripe pear as soon as
signs. - Is Kerensky somewhere? - Is he?
For the Cossacks. And again silently And only
in the evening: - Where is Prokopovich? - No
Under the bridge
Neva river,
along the Neva
the Kronstadters are sailing...
From rifles talker
soon
Winter stagger.
In a crazy car
tires knocked down,
quiet,
like
packaged pipe,
for Gatchina
huddled,
fled the former -
"Into the horn,
into lamb!
Rebellious slaves! .. "
see
rare star eyes,
surrounding
Winter
into the rings
according to Millonnaya
from the barracks
the Keksholms are advancing.
And in Smolny,
in thoughts
about the battle and the army,
Ilyich
make-up
mosque steps,
yes in front of the map
Antonov with Podvoisky
stuck
to attack sites
checkboxes.
Better
power
good leave,
nowhere
you
don't get away!
From everyone
go
outposts
to the Winter
red guards.
teams of workers,
sailors,
goli -
reached,
with a bayonet,
as if
arms
converged on the throat,
sleek
throat
palace.
Two shadows rose.
Huge and wobbly.
Moved.
Forehead on forehead.
And the yard
palace
lattice hands
squeezed
torso
crowds.
rocked
two
huge shadows
from the wind
and bullet speeds, -
yes machine guns
as if
crunch
broken bones.
Standing Pavlovians are angry.
"To politics...
started...
indulge…
Where
against us
Bochkarev fools?!
Would order
to assault."
But the shadow
fought
tangled paws -
and paws
nobody
did not tear or tear.
Unable to stand
silence
surrendered weak -
was leaving
from fear,
from the nerve.
First,
conquered by fear
starred
baby battalion.
Gone off the batteries
by eleven
Mikhailovites or Konstantinovites ...
And Kerensky -
hid
try
take him out!
thought
Cossack head.
And
thinned
defenders of the winter
like teeth
at the scallop
And long
lasted
this is silence
silence of hope
and the silence of despair.
And in the winter
in upholstered furniture
with bronze twists,
sitting
ministers
in copper plates,
and smells
clean-shaven.
They are not looked at
and they don't listen
they
at bayonets in the forest.
They are
fall down
overripe pear,
once
them
shake.
The voice is rare.
in a whisper
signs.
– Kerensky somewhere? -
- He?
For the Cossacks. -
And silently again
But only
in the evening:
- Where is Prokopovich? -
- No Prokopovich. -
And because of Nikolaevsky
iron bridge,
like death
looks
unkind
Aurora
towers
steel.
And so
high
over the collar
rose
Konovalov's face.
Noise,
which the
tech spring,
now
surf heaped.
Who is long?
I was able to reach!
For each
glass
stick blows.
It -
from three inches
shied away
forts of Petropavlovka.
And on top
city
as if blown up
bang
six-inch Aurora.
And so
more
she didn't have time
crumble
booming and formidable, -
over Petropavlovskaya
soared
flashlight,
uprisings
conventional sign.
- Down with!
On the attack!
Forward!
On the attack! -
They broke in.
On carpets!
Under the gilded roof!
Each staircase
every ledge
took
stepping over
through the junkers.
As if
water
the rooms are full,
flowed,
merged
over every loss,
and contractions
flared up
hotter than noon
behind every sofa
at each curtain.
By this
enfilade,
salutations
monarchs,
bearing
treasure crowns, -
velvet halls,
rolling corridors
thundered,
fought
boots and butts.
Some
embarrassed
Son of a bitch,
and over it
Putilovets -
gentle dad:
"You,
boy,
spit it out
stolen watch -
the clock is now ours!
The tramp grew
and those
thirteen
raked,
scored,
hurt,
shut up.
huddled
under a tie
what should they do? -
As if
axe
hanging over the back of the head.
Two hundred paces...
for thirty...
for twenty...
Runs in
junker:
"Fighting is stupid!"
Thirteen Screams:
- Surrender!
Give up! -
And at the door
jackets,
overcoats,
sheepskin coats…
And in this
silence
reveled
bass,
strengthened
over the yards of the yard:
“Which are temporary?
Get off!
Your time is up."
And one
from the intruders
touching pennies,
announced,
like something simple
and simple:
"I,
Chairman of the Revolutionary Military Committee
Antonov,
Temporary
government
I declare deposed."
And in Smolny
crowd,
splayed chest,
bedspreads
song
fireworks information.
First
instead of:
- and it will be ... -
sang:
- and it is
our last… -
Until dawn
left
no more than an arshin, -
arms
rays
implored from the east.
Comrade Podvoisky
got into the car
said wearily:
"It's over...
to Smolny.
Silent machine gun.
Satisfied.
fell silent
bullets
ringing hive.
were burning
like the stars
bayonet edges,
turned pale
heaven stars
in the guard.
Dul,
as always,
October winds.
rails
ridiculed over the bridge,
race
my
trams continued
already -
under socialism.
7
On nights like these
on days like these
at hours
such a time
on the streets
except that
alone
poets
and thieves.
Dusk
to the world
the ocean rolled.
Xin.
Over the fires
Boer.
underwater
boat
went to the bottom
exploded
Petersburg.
And only
when
from burning whirlwinds
staggered
dark brown,
remembered again:
from the sides
and from the top
continuous storm.
On the water
dusk
similar and so
bottomless
blue hole.
And here
more
and seeing a whale
carcass
Avrorov.
Fire
machine gun
sheared area.
Embankments -
are empty.
And only
swagger
bonfires
at dusk
thick.
And here,
where is the land
knitted from the heat,
frightened
or from ice
palms
holding
by the fire in tongues,
warming up
soldier.
Soldier
fell
fire in the eyes
on a clock
hair
lay down
I found out,
surprised
said:
"Hello,
Alexander Blok.
Lafa futurists,
junk tailcoat
breaks down
every seam.
Block looked -
bonfires are burning
"Very well".
around
drowned
Russia Blok…
Strangers
the haze of the north
walked
to the bottom,
how are they going
debris
and tin cans
canned food.
And immediately
face
changed more sparingly
darker
than death at a wedding:
"They are writing...
from the village…
burned...
I have…
library in the estate.
Stared Block -
and block shadow
staring,
don't stick to the wall...
As if
both
waiting on the water
walking Christ.
But Blok
Christ
did not show up.
Blok
sadness in the eyes.
live,
with a song
instead of Christ
people
from the corner.
Get up!
Get up!
Get up!
Employees
and laborers.
Clamp,
mower and forger,
rifle
in iron hands!
Up -
flag!
Dud -
get up!
Enemy -
lie down!
Day -
rubbish!
For bread!
For peace!
For will!
take
the bourgeoisie
factory!
take
the landlord's field!
fraternize
fighting platoon!
Get lost -
old
Down
to dust.
Bay -
bar!
Fuck!
tah!
Enough,
enough,
enough
obedience
carry
on the humps.
shiver,
capital yard!
shake
crowns,
on foreheads!
Fat
hedgehog
fear
block!
Fuck!
tah!
Tah!
tah!
This song,
sung in your own way
reached
to deaf peasants -
and the villages got up
shuddering howl,
on the way to
cross axes.
But -
zhi -
chcom
on the
spot chick
lu -
then -
th
on -
the bagman.
State -
on -
din
on -
bag,
co-
bi -
rayte
things!
Before -
went
for the time being
you -
ho-
di,
barefoot,
sun -
three
axes,
lift your braids.
How
worse
my Nina?!
Ba-
the markets themselves.
drag
to the hut
piano,
gramophone with a clock!
Under -
ho-
di-
those eagles!
Waking up -
robbed.
Meet at the cola
see off
into the rake!
A business
Stenki
with Pugachev
burn hotter!
All
estates
rich
smash by a firefighter.
Under -
let
rooster!
Raise your pitchfork!
Eh,
not
shut up -
pet -
tuh cute!
Crap
to him
now
relatives!
heads -
head of cabbage.
Machine guns chatter
spills from carts.
"Oh, apple
clear colors.
Bay
on right
belavo,
red on the left.
This vortex
from thought to trigger,
and building,
and fire smoke
cleaned up
the consignment
to the hands
directed,
lined up in ranks.
8
The cold is big.
Winter is healthy.
But blouses
stuck to sweaty ones.
Under the blouse of the communists.
Firewood is loaded.
On a labor Saturday.
We won't leave
although
leave
we have
all rights.
In our wagons,
on our way,
n a w i
we ship
firewood.
Can
leave
at two o'clock -
but we -
let's leave late.
To our comrades
our firewood
needed:
comrades are cold.
The work is hard
Work
languishes.
For her
no pennies.
But we
we work
as if we
do
greatest epic.
We will work,
endure everything,
so that life
hurrying the wheels of days,
fled
on the iron march
in our wagons,
across our steppes,
to the cities
frozen
n a sh i.
"Uncle,
what are you doing here?
so many
big uncles?
- What?
Socialism:
free labor
free
the assembled people.
9
Before our
republic
the rich stand.
But how to comprehend it?
And questions
perplexed
no number:
what is this
for such a nation
"socialist"
and what is this
"soci-
alistic fatherland"?
"We
your delights
powerless to understand.
What are they excited about?
What are they singing about?
What are
fruit-oranges
are growing
in your Bolshevik
paradise?
What did you know
besides bread and water,
with difficulties
interrupting
from day to day?
T a c o o g o o f the fatherland
such a smoke
is it really
is it so pleasant?
Why are you
go,
if they say -
"fight"?
Can
to be
broken bombs,
can
die
for the land for with in about yu,
but how
die
for the general?
Nicely
Russian
to hug with Russian, -
but you
and name
"Russia"
lost.
What is this
fatherland
those who have forgotten about the nation?
What nation are you?
Comintern?
Wife,
yes apartment,
yes current account
this -
fatherland,
heavenly bushes.
For the sake of
here
such a fatherland
we would understand
and death
and youth."
Listen
national drone, -
our day
the good thing is that it's difficult.
This song
the song will be
our troubles
victories,
weekday
10
Politics -
simple.
Like a sip of water.
understand
bristled
full mouth,
what if
in Russia
the claw gets stuck,
all
bourgeois bird -
abyss.
From "Surte Generale"
from "intelligence service",
"defensives"
and "Sigurans"
coming out
different
bastard and bitch
sews
overcoats
gray color,
bombs
lays down
in satchels.
crammed into the holds,
sunken decks,
for money
recruiting agency.
To Novorossiysk
sailing from Marseille,
from Dover
sail to Arkhangelsk.
With a song
with whiskey
fed up like a pig.
keels
dug up
the waters are cold.
Watching
periscopes
submarine boats.
Cruisers are sailing
litter shells.
And
destroyers
carry mines.
BUT
over
all
with guns
monstrous length
in excess of -
dreadnoughts.
different
gases
smelling nasty,
clouds
tearing out propellers,
from the aircraft
to the aircraft carrier
ne -
re-
fling the hydro.
sent
capital
scientist captains.
Throat
groped
and squeeze.
poke
in Beloe
poke
to Black,
to the Caspian
to the Baltic
where
ship
no poking
the end
skating.
Costs
mistress of the seas,
bulldog
Britannia.
From all over
blockade ring
and guns
look in the face.
Reds don't like it?
Them
hungry?
Rybka
eat up,
going
to the bottom. -
And to whom
on the land
rob hunting,
those
from ships
descended as infantry.
- Let's sink into the sea
on the land
let's stomp. -
Aliens
hands
rowing heat,
smoke
fatherland
let
shooting -
exhibit
ahead
fooled
guys,
barons
and princes who were not shot.
dig graves,
save a coffin -
Yudenich
rati
rod
to Peter.
In carts
food tastes good
canned food -
pud.
tanks
caterpillars
on Peter
rod.
From the north
goes
admiral Kolchak,
Siberian
bread
push with a boot.
Workers to be shot
popovnym for joy,
go with him
blue Czechs.
trenches,
chosen by machines
sappers
Crimea is dug up, -
Wrangel
large-caliber
is operating
from Perekop.
love
colonels
sentimental lady.
Colonels
love
talk at lunch.
- I
I'm going, please
(sips whiskey)
but on me
dozen
monsters
Bolsheviks.
One-one
another -
rrraz, -
by the way,
like a dandy
and saved the girl. -
Lady,
ask
at the gray gelding -
he
like Murmansk
raped.
Ask
how -
Dvina river,
blood
painted,
corpses
vytaya,
with luggage
terrible
walked
in the Arctic.
How brave
shot in a bunch
communist
one
yes, it's twisted.
Like an officer
his majesty
fled
from the shots
clean up the coast.
Like over gray
khatami
fire feathers
and hands
sleek
tight
at the throat
But…
"it's a long way
tu Tipereri,
its a long way
that go!”
For the first
republic
workers and peasants
sparkling
shots,
shining bayonets,
persecuted
armies,
fleets rolled
rich world,
and these
and those...
Damn you
rotten
kingdoms and democracies,
with their
soaked
"fraternite" and "egalite"!
Lead
pouring
on us
boiling water.
We alone -
and nowhere to hide.
"Yankees
doodle
kip it about,
Yankee doodle dandy."
in the middle
rifles
and instruments of voice
Moscow -
islet,
and we are on an island.
We -
hungry,
we -
beggars,
with Lenin in the head
and with a revolver in hand.
11
Rushing
life,
coat,
simple
dry.
I live
in the houses of Stakheev I
now
Veesenha.
brought,
clinking rifle,
rich
and checkouts.
Now here
all sorts
and people
and classes.
in winter
in a bee-stove
shove
volumes of Shakespeare.
teeth
click, -
potatoes -
feast to them.
In the summer
listen to the asphalt
with pennies
in the window:
- Transval,
Transval,
my country
you are all
you're on fire
on fire! -
I'm in it
stone
boiler
I cook
and this life
and running and fighting
and dream,
and decay -
in the house
floors
reflected
from toe
forehead
thunderstorm
washed,
how is reflected
crowd
going
trams.
Shooting
crouching
squatting,
to rest
eyes to the window,
to be
know better
I'm in
little room-boat
swam
three thousand days.
12
They walk
speculators
around the Glavtop.
hug,
kiss,
get killed for rupees.
Secretaries
responsible
stomp with felt boots.
For bread
cards
lumberjacks are standing.
A lot of
affairs,
few
woe to them
lb.
- whole! -
first category.
chop,
lime
tea
having eaten.
- We
not Filippov,
we -
get used to.
There will be lunch
will be
dinner, -
whites would
out
kick off the gate.
I wanted to eat
belt -
tighter
rifle in hand
and
to the front. -
BUT
past -
indispensable.
knocking
boot
goes for soldering -
Governing body
issued
dried apricots
and jam.
rich -
more dexterous
are eating
at Zundelovich.
Nothing,
no porridge -
steak
with broth
bread
your,
a million and a half.
scientist
worse:
phosphorus
need,
oil
on a saucer.
But,
as luck would have it
there is a revolution
but no
oils.
They are
scientific.
Will write
cure.
Mandate, handwritten,
Anatole Vasilyevich.
Where
bread
yes meat,
will come
for an hour to you.
Is reading
commissioner
Lunacharsky's mandate:
"So…
sugar…
So…
fat for you.
Firewood…
birch…
dry logs...
and a fur coat
wide
consumption.
I'll,
comrade,
I ask point blank.
Want to -
take
headdress.
Comes
each
with different kindness.
take
so far
leg
horse!"
Fur
on the eyes
like baba yaga
go
back
on three legs.
13
Twelve
square arshins of housing.
Four
in room -
Lilya,
Osya,
I
and dog
Puppy.
little hat
took
tattered
and pulled out the sled.
- Where are you going? -
To the restroom
I'm going.
to Yaroslavsky.
Like a sail
fur coat
Aweigh,
stinks
she is a goat.
in the sleigh
I'm taking logs
took
broken fence
Log -
mascara,
harder than stone.
As if
swollen
knee
giant.
I'm coming in
with a log in an embrace.
sweaty,
soaked.
Important
and decorously
I plan
pen-operated.
Knife -
rust.
I cut.
I rejoice.
in my head
heat
raises the degree.
meadows bloom,
May
sings
in the ears -
this is
stretches frenzy
from under the black sheets.
four icicles
curled up
fell asleep.
Come
people,
walk,
wake up.
Barely woke up
from coals
mad.
Out the window -
snowdrift.
The hunchback looks.
Haven't died out yet?
frosts
at night
go, creak
snow boots.
firmament,
bent over
to my room
by sea
sunset
doused
By pink
smooth
seas,
South -
clouds-ships.
For the surface
for the pink
drop anchor,
there,
where birch
firewood
are burning.
I
a lot of
strayed in warm countries.
But only
this winter
understandable
became
to me
heat
love,
friendship
and families.
Only lying down
in such an icy
teeth
together
screeching -
you will understand:
it is forbidden
feel sorry for people
no blanket
no caress.
earth,
where is the air
like a sweet fruit drink
quit
and rush, wheel, -
but the earth
with whom
froze together,
forever
you can't fall in love.
14
hid
that winter,
thin and strict
everyone
who is forever
went to sleep.
Where are the words!
And in these
lines
pain
Volga
I won't touch
I
I take days
from a number of days
what about a thousand
days
in kindred.
From gray
stripes
days,
they were driven
years -
watermen -
not really
hearty,
not really
hungry.
If a
I
what he wrote
if
what
said -
this is to blame
heaven eyes,
beloved
my
eyes.
Round
yes brown,
hot
to the fire
Telephone
crazy mad,
into ear
slammed his butt:
hazel
eyes
squeezed
hunger
tumor.
The doctor talked -
so that the eyes
stared,
need
heat,
need
greens.
Not home
not for soup
and to your beloved
visit
two
carrots
I carry
for the green tail.
I
gave a lot
confection and bouquets,
but more
all
expensive gifts
I remember
this precious carrot
and gender -
log
birch wood.
wet,
skinny
under the arm
firewood,
a little
thicker
medium brow.
Cheeks puffed up.
Eyes -
clicks.
Greens
and caresses
eyes came out.
More
saucers,
watching
revolution.
to me
easier than everyone else -
I
Mayakovsky.
Sitting
and eat
a piece
horse.
Creak -
Door,
crying.
Sister
junior.
- Hello, Volodya!
- Hello, Olya!
- tomorrow is New Year's Eve -
isn't it
salt? -
I share
I hang in my palms
pinch
damp.
Overcoming
snow
and fear
sliding sister,
sister is coming
wanders
three-verst Presnya
salt
fresh potatoes.
Beside
freezing
walked
and grew up.
started
ticklish -
give back
pinch.
Came
and salt
does not fall -
frozen
to the fingers.
Behind the wall
shark:
"Go,
wife,
sell
Blazer,
buy
millet.
Window, -
from him
go
snow,
soft
snow,
quiet
leg.
Bela,
goal
capitals
rock.
stuck
to the rock
forests
skeleton.
And so
because of the forest
sky in a shawl
creeps in
sun
louse.
December
dawn,
haggard
and late
stands up
over Moscow
typhoid fever.
Gone
clouds
to countries
obese.
Behind the cloud
shore
lies
America.
lay,
lacala
coffee,
cocoa.
In your face
thicker
pig whims,
rounder
restaurant meals,
from a beggar
our
land
I shout:
I
earth
this
I love.
Can
forget,
where and when
bellies raised
and goiter
but the earth
with which
starving together,
it is forbidden
never
forget!
15
under the ear
most
stairs
two hundred steps,
bear
messenger minutes
On the stairs
lead.
The days have come
and stomped:
- survived
there you are, -
no
fuels
belly
groovy.
smoke
heavenly
varnish,
up to the pipe
up to the nose
locomotive
costs
in drifts.
Putting
on felt boots
colored patches,
from the gate
from an iron jaw,
again
walked,
grasping the shovels
all,
who is mobilized.
Came out
for the forest
together
started.
Am I
are you
dug up,
dug.
And again
train
rolls
for the snow
tablecloth.
Weakens
body
no food
and drink
stretcher made,
weaving hands.
Now
sing along
and you can go home
yes on hand
supposed
five
frostbitten.
Today
on the stairs
dirty and dull
dug
narrow-minded
pig rumors.
Denikin
fits
to herself,
to Tula
to powder
core.
The townsfolk put on their shoes,
printed on dust
whispering
cook's choirs.
- Will be…
grainy!..
poods unfinished ...
tea streams,
crackers,
sugars.
Bli-and-and-sharp little whites,
take care of the cores! -
But the city
woke up,
in framed posters, -
this is
party called:
"Proletarian, on horseback!"
And red
jumping
South
squadrons -
Mamontova
catch up.
Today
day
ran in a hurry
cry
silence
tearing,
shot through
easy
wheezing often,
fell
and ended
bloody
Blood
up the steps
dripped on the floor
cold
with dust in half
and again
on the floor
drops
dripping
from under the bullet
Kaplan.
four-legged
walked,
screech
walked
jackals.
Salop
He speaks
chuyke,
chuyka
salop:
- fidgeted
long-nosed pikes!
Soon
all
gobble up! -
And then
protruded
tarelyn eyes
long
surnames
and titles of the trail.
Wind
rips off
lists of those who were shot,
vomit,
twists
and puts it in the pipe.
Paw
class
lies on a predator -
Lubyanskaya
paw
Che-ka.
- Freeze, enemies!
Get away, little ones!
The townsfolk!
Attention!
At the hearth! -
Millionth
Class
stood up for Ilyich
against
white
fanged monster,
and flowed
in Lenin,
treating,
this will
the best medicine.
were buried
townsfolk
for kitchens
for diapers.
- Don't touch us -
we
chickens.
We are only midges
we are waiting for food.
close,
time,
your mouth!
We are inhabitants -
you put on us
And we
already
for your power. -
And in the morning
sky -
belfry!
yesterday
day
blame the lies
splintered
birds and sun
alive,
alive,
alive,
alive!
And again the days
clockwork
fled
and asked.
- Let's go
behind us -
"Another
effort."
From combat to labor
from labor to attacks, -
in hunger
in the cold
and nakedness
kept
taken,
yes so
that blood
protruded from under the nails.
I have seen
places,
where are the figs with quince
grew
easily
at my mouth,
to such
treat differently.
But the earth
which
conquered
and half dead
nursed
where to stand with a bullet,
lie down with a rifle,
where a drop
pouring with the masses, -
with such
earth
will you go
for life,
for work,
on holiday
and to death!
16
to me
told
quiet jew,
Pavel Ilyich Lavut:
"Just now
I went out
from the doors
I see -
they float…”
run
around Sevastopol
to smoking steamers.
Per day
soles stopped,
like a year of travel.
On a raid
transports
and transporters
fights,
cries,
swearing,
motna, -
run
volunteers,
raising the ports, -
clean audience
and a soldier.
Who -
canary,
who -
piano,
who is with the closet,
who
with an iron.
Cadets -
what for
people are loyal
elbowed,
covered with matyug.
Forgotten decency,
abandoned the fashion
who -
no skirt
who -
without socks.
Beats
the male
lady
in the face
soldier
colonel
knocked off bridges.
Ours pressed
wings on ladders.,
porridge
loaded
military echelon.
slamming
door,
dry as a report
from headquarters
deserted
he went out.
Looking
on your feet
step
sharp
walked
Wrangel
in black Circassian.
The city was abandoned.
On the pier -
naked
Boat
six-oared
costs
at the mall
And over the white ashes
like falling from a bullet,
for both
knee
commander-in-chief fell.
thrice
earth
having kissed
thrice
city
baptized.
Under the bullets
jumped into the boat...
– Your
excellency,
row? -
- Rowing! -
Removed the paddle.
Motor
jammed up.
Went
fun
to "Diamond"
powerboat.
Bullet
flew by
standard yacht.
And in galoshin transports
long away,
behind,
dragged along
torn off
from the machine and plowing,
nodes
a hundred and fifty
winding up in a day.
From the motherland
into the clutches of the Turkish police,
to the Turks in the hole,
the Dardanelles are narrow,
floated
tomorrow's Gallipoli,
floated
yesterday's Russians.
Vpe -
redi
year on year.
Everyone
shake,
who is wearing a helmet.
Will you
milk
cows in Argentina
you will
die
through the pits of Africa.
Aliens
waves
rocked transports,
flags
with a crescent
darted into the eyes
and from transports
behind the yacht
chased -
"Asps,
stole the treasury
and run away, bastards.
Already
crews
beware
bullets
crazy
necessary.
Two
American destroyer
stood
on a raid
beside.
Admiral
circled the pipe
shooting
mountains
edge:
– Ol
wright. -
And gone
at the tail of the retreating packs, -
guns on the city
heading for the Bosphorus.
In the ovens of the sun
the mountains
roast.
Air
the flowers were scattered.
Our
with a song
come from Dzhankoy,
pouring in
from Simferopol.
interrupting
bullet talk.
banners
the battle
sheep,
with red
together
descends from the mountains
song
combat.
Didn't bend
when
crushed with a machine gun,
got up,
fearless,
in lead-rain:
"And with us
Voroshilov,
first red officer.
listen
guns,
sea witches,
y -
le -
petting
in the screws with everything
how it pours
from the mountains
- we are ready to die
for es es es er!” -
Chief of Staff
furrows his forehead.
Fingers
clumsy hand
letters
naughty bend:
"Wrangel
op-
crayfish -
chickpeas
in the sea.
There are no prisoners."
For now -
dot
and telegram
and war.
Remembered -
underplowed,
who is missing
who
domain
fireboxes and dawns.
And let's go
wiping sweat with sleeves
spreading
on towers
patrols.
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Mayakovsky Vladimir
Vladimir Mayakovsky
October poem.
the thing is unusually long, there were epic times gone. No epics, no epics, no epics. Fly by telegram
stanza! Fall down with an inflamed lip and drink from the river
by name - "Fact". This time is buzzing with a telegraph string, it is
heart with the truth together. It was with the fighters, or the country, or
in my. I go,
to, with this
having been a book, from an apartment
the world went again
on shoulders
machine-gun fire, like a bayonet,
flashing. So that from the book
through the joy of the eyes, from the happy witness, building and rebellious strength poured into the tired muscles. We will not hire anyone to sing this day. We will crucify a pencil on a sheet so that the rustle of pages, like the rustle of banners, rustles over the foreheads of years.
"End the war! Enough! It will! In this hungry year, unbearable. They lied:
"people's freedom,
era, dawn ... "and in vain. Where
to land
to summer? There is not! What
give for February, for work, for the fact that you do not run from the fronts? Shish. On the neck
a bunch of Guchkovs, devils, ministers, Rodzyanki... Damn them by the legs! Power
to the rich snout turns back why obey her ?!. Beat!!" Now with thunder, then in a whisper, this murmur slipped
from the Kerensky prison-sieve. to the villages he walked along the grasses and paths, in the factories he gnashed his teeth with steel. Aliens
the parties were thrown with a fling. - What was the collection of talkers given to them ?! And they gave pennies to the Bolsheviks,
built by Rastrelli. Kings were born, lived, grew old. Castle
I didn’t think about the fidgeting shot, I didn’t guess that in the bed entrusted to the queens, some kind of sworn attorney would be spread out. From eagles, from power, blankets and lace head
protractor's attorney whirls. forgetting
and classes and parties, goes
for the speech. Eyes
he has Bonapartes and colors
protective jacket. Words and words. Fire lava. chatting
fortieth joyful. Himself
drunken with his glory drunken,
than forty degrees. Listen, until you get tired, as another adjutant chirps: "There were such cases, he goes
in the car. Having learned
who and which, the crowd
revved up the motors! Instead
horsepower itself
carried in her arms!" In the applause of the prime minister
sail over the Nevsky. and ladies
and puzanki children throw
flowers and roses. If
get sad from unemployment, himself
appoints confidently and quickly
then the military, then justice, then some other minister. And again
returns, having said, to turn things around and turn the treasury. He waved his signature with dignity and diligence. "Agrarian? Riots?
Row? Send
punitive squad! Lenin?
Bolsheviks?
Arrest and catch! What?
I can't hear without glasses. By the way...
about his Excellency...
Kornilov ... Is it possible
conspire
Cossacks?!. Their majesty?
Well, yes! .. And he shook his hand.
What nonsense! Emperor?
And the black crust? What's with the Council?
I order
there, in London,
to King George." Stitched to history,
numbered
and fastened, and his
and Brodsky and Repin.
Petersburg windows.
Blue and dark. City
and shackled with peace. BUT not sleeping
Madam Kuskova. Love
and passion returned to the old woman. Bed
rosy east. her hair
whimsically yellowed shavings
tearful delight. Why is that
dry and wither? Silent...
but the feeling
apparently great. She is comforted
mustachioed nanny, worldly-wise,
Pe En Milyukov. "I can't sleep, nanny...
It's so stuffy in here... Open the window
Yes, sit down with me." - Kuskova,
what's wrong?
"I'm bored... Let's talk about the old days."
About what, Kuskova?
used to keep
many old stories
tales and about kings
and about queens. And I would
with my frail mind, crowned b
Michael. than to take
dynasty
someone else's... Yes you
don't listen to me?!" Oh, nanny, nanny,
i'm sad. I'm tired, my dear. I cry
I'm ready to cry..." - Lord have mercy
and save... What do you want?
Ask. To you
do not pout, let's give freedom
and constitutions... Give
speeches like water burning rebellion ...
"I'm not sick. I...
you know baby...
in love..." - My child,
the Lord is with you! And Milyukov
baptized with prayer
professorial hand. - Leave it, Kuskova,
in our summers to love
It makes no sense. "I'm in love."
back in the ear
professor
she is. - Heart friend
you're not well." Leave me
I'm in love." - Kuskova,
lie down you ... "Oh, nanny,
he is so talkative... Ah, nanny-nanny!
Oh! His own
carried in their arms And how he sings
about freedom... I want to be with him,
so into the water." Old woman
poking into the pillow, and only audible:
Darling!" Swiping
sleeve, the mustachioed nanny roared:
In whom? Yes, you speak wide open! "In Kerensky ..."
In what?
In Sasha? And from recognition
such a person
blurred
Milyukov. From happiness
the professor came to life: - Well, what is it
same! Under Nicholas
and under Sasha we will keep our income. Perhaps
on the banks of the Neva like
did you see?
pre-war forging, aiguillettes
hung to the navels, they said
adjutant
(in "Select" on Ligovka) and captain
Popov. "Mr Adjutant,
don't mind
I won't give, tell me
are we waiting? Russia
sell to the Jews, and personnel
officers
already under the hood! You, of course,
Professor,
liberal, but Cossacks,
please,
leave alone. For example,
taking my position is...
the devil knows what it is! Today with a batman:
Hey, fuck off
schibletinu,
to see the snout in it! And of course
to mother,
and he me
to my mother, to my mother,
to Elizabeth Kirillovna!" "No,
I'm not for the monarchy
with crowns,
with eagles, BUT for socialism
need a basis. Democracy first,
parliament. Culture is needed.
Asia, sir! I even
socialist.
But I don't rob
I don't burn. Is it possible right away?
Of course, no! Gradually,
little by little
top to bottom,
step by step, today,