Revolution. Poetohronika

26 February. Drunk, mixed with the police,
soldiers shot at the people.
27-is.
Spilled over glitter blew and blades
dawn.
Rdel crimson and long.
In the dank barracks
severe
sober
praying Volyn regiment.
Cruel
swore as a soldier's god
companies,
hitting the floor with their many heads.
The blood was kindled, living on my temples.
Iron hands clenched with malice.
The first,
ordered -
“Shoot for hunger!” —
gagged screaming mouth with a bullet.
Someone's - “attention!”
Did not finish.
Insurgency.
The storm burst out of the mouth.
9 hours.
In its permanent place
at the Military Automobile School
stand,
sandwiched by a fence.
Dawn is rising,
doubt stings,
foreboding fear and delight.
window!
I see -
thence,
where the sky is cut
palaces jagged line,
took off,
the autocrat's eagle stretched out,
blacker, than before,
angry,
eagle.
immediately -
people,
horses,
lights,
houses
and my barracks
crowds
one hundred
rushed into the street.
Breaking by steps, the pavement rings.
Ears are crushed by an incredible step.
And now it is unknown,
from the crowd singing,
from tearing copper or pipes of the guards
miraculous,
shining through the dust,
the image has grown.
Is burning.
Cheers.
Wider and wider wing surround.
More needed bread,
thirsty waters,
here she is:
“citizens, for guns!
To arms, citizens!”
On the wings of flags
hundred-headed lava
flew up from the throat of the city.
Bayonets bit into the two-headed
eagle imperial black body.
citizens!
The millennial is crumbling tonight “Before”,
Today the worlds are being revised basis.
Today
to the last button in clothes
we will remake life again.
citizens!
This is the first day of the working flood.
Come on
to the rescue of a confused world!
Let the crowds beat their feet into the sky!
Let the fleets grow fury like sirens!
Up two-headed!
The singing foams.
Intoxicates the crowd.
Squares splash.
On a tiny ford
rush,
overtaking chases of bullets.
Explosion of beeps we make our way in the city.
In the fog.
Streets the river smokes.
Like a dozen loaded barges in a storm,
over the barricades
floats, thundering, marseille march.
First day fire core
buzzed down the dome of the Duma.
New morning new shiver
we meet new doubts in delirium.
What will happen?
Will we break them out of the windows,
or on the floor
to wait,
so again
Russia
graves
kicked out by the monarch?!
I am muffled by a sharp shot.
Farther,
in an overcoat, Oryt.
Scattering houses in a machine gun crackle,
the city rumbles.
The city is on fire.
Languages ​​everywhere.
Will rise and fall.
Soar again, sparks scattering.
These are the streets,
took the red flag,
Call of the glow they call Russia.
Still!
ABOUT, still!
ABOUT, teach brighter, red-speaking speaker!
Clamp the sun
and moons rays
with vengeful fingers of a thousand-armed Marat!
Death to the two-headed!
To hard labor at the door
break,
rusty claws.
Tufts of black eagle feathers
lined policemen fall.
For rent capital burning skeleton.
Search was spread through the attics.
Minutes close.
To Troitsky Bridge
crowds of troops enter.
The creak shudders foundations and clamps.
Squeezed.
We fight.
second! —
and in varnish
sunset
from the forts of the Peter and Paul Fortress
the flag flew into the fire of the revolution.
Death to the two-headed!
Sheischi of heads
slash!
So that it does not come to life again.
Here it is!
falls!
In the last from around the corner! - grabbed.
“God,
take four thousand into your bosom!”
pretty!
Trumpet joy with all voices!
Us
to god
what business?
themselves
we will rest with our saints.
Why don't you sing?
or
souls strangled by the Siberian shroud?
We won!
Glory to us!
Sla-a-av-v-va us!
Until the arms were unclenched,
another will is commanded.
We bring new tablets to the earth
from our gray Sinai.
Us,
To the villagers of the Earth,
every land villager native.
Everything
by machine tools,
by offices,
in the mines brothers.
We all
on the ground
soldiers of one,
life of the creative rati.
Runs of planets,
powers being
subject to our will.
Our land.
Air is ours.
Our stars are diamond mines.
And we never,
never!
anyone,
I will not allow anyone!
tear our earth with cores,
tear our air with sharp spears.
Whose malice broke the earth in two?
Who raised smoke over the glow of the slaughterhouse?
Or the sun
one
not enough for everyone?!
Or the sky above us is a little blue?!
The last cannons rumble in bloody disputes,
factories face the last bayonet.
We'll make everyone sprinkle gunpowder.
We will give the children grenade balls.
It is not cowardice that screams under a gray overcoat,
not those screams, who has nothing to eat;
this is a huge thunderous people:
- I believe
the greatness of the human heart! —
It's over battle-whipped dust,
above all, who fought, loving,
today
unprecedented come true
socialists great heresy!

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Vladimir Mayakovsky
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