Russia is everything:
and commune,
and wolves,
and the crush of capitals,
and wasteland,
The sweeping removal of the rampant Volga,
Obdorsk
and Shine Kashir
.
The ice behind the pier for the near,
the Volga roamed its mouth,
it's red,
this is Lower,
this is winter Novgorod.
On the first river in the Russian town
slip ...
stiff ...
zatyapany the wind ...
And beyond the Volga prehistoric
Crosses and trusts,
yes different "centro".
The turmoil of bargaining is boiling and bubbling,
scraps of conversation
and smoky shreds,
but by night
do not rush to the talk,
do not creak the skids,
century-old greens zigzag Kremlin,
yes under the moon,
sweeping the volos,
freezing ground.
Huge area;
cutting through it,
inaudible tread of savage paws
through northern Scythia
I am sending
in the local VAPP
.
For miles,
for hundreds,
for a thousand,
for weight
for this time you will come, rushing,
and we
crawled and crawled to Arzamas
at a rate of about fourteen per hour.
On the contrary
two peasants sat down:
red beards,
gray faces.
Contemptuously grumbled shopping man:
- Sergei!
One of the Serezha
reached into his pocket,
took out pies,
smelled clothes
and all the way he chewed food,
lazy phrases to the middle.
- Conan ...
and to Petrov ...
and in the Pokrov ...
for that and for this you will pay a percentage ...
but there's no sense ...
not the road, but the blood ...
with a tony cart, like a bucket in a well ...
On SHTO my horse is strong,
he and he
broke a leg in the pit ...
If you are
government,
you and dolon
repair on all roads bridges. -
Then
on him
second from Serezha
screwed up his eyes, wrinkles trimmed.
"You curse the tax,
and you pie a pie ... -
And the first Seryozha answered: - Correctly!
Better than the twentieth,
what to interpret,
we do not starve,
eat pies.
Flour, God forbid ...
that's good ...
But what about the horse's leg ...
they collected a percentage,
but the bridge can not be built ... -
The ride rattles in a loud voice.
Through drowsiness
all the time
about the bridge and about the horse
to the station with the name "Zimyanka".
On every house
Soviet monogram
calls,
shining,
cuts his eyes.
And under the monograms
in the old Penza
The bazaar breathes with an old whisper.
Before nepachkoy the woman of a sed
bills thirty kopecks.
"Buy a handkerchief!"
We have
always
ordered
the queen herself ... -
Frosty day flashed Samara,
for her
the Asians began.
Верблюдина
hay
escorted, smeared,
in the harness a horse taken.
University -
pride of Kazan
,
and its walls
and until now
keep
loving memory
about his great citizen.
Long away
over the years
thought katya,
for university lectures,
he thought about the battles
and red October,
walking on the stairs of this.
I look in the silent and frozen hall:
here
every ten to one hundred
his eyes screw up his eyes
and just like him,
cheekbones.
And death
touch it
do not dare,
is worth
at the future in the estimate!
Listen
young men
stanzas about death,
but they hear in their heart:
immortality.
Yesterday
wretched and lowly,
junk
there is a lot left,
but the heart of the class
burns in communism,
and breast class
Do not break up about old age.
1927
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