Максимилиан Волошин - Дметриус-император
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Deptrius-Imperor

(1591-1613)

Yu. L. Obolenskaya

A lot of killed and rebellious
Twenty years with the glory of the rules I
The report of the Moscow power,
And the year more bloody
The Russian land did not see.

In Uglich, squeezing a handful of nuts
Children's bloodied hand,
I was lying, and my mother, in the canopy, to be numb
Voted, crying over me.
With a cut with a throat
I was lying in a grave for ten years;
And the Lord's hand was simple
Fierce troubles over Moscow.
Hunger was, which they did not see.
Bread was baked from feces and pulp.
They ate the earth. The women were sold
With human meat pies.
Closing the kingdom of Godunov,
In cities without bread and without shelter
They froze at the packed bins.
And the earthly womb broke,
And to the call of wall voices
I came out - tortured - from the coffin.

In Rus' that the wind whistled,
Illuminated his path with a double moon,
Pasolnians in the sky lit up.
Sitter at midnight over Moscow
He rushed, whipped with a scourge.
Whirlwind, I walked in the military field,
On Moscow crowned throne
Ancient monomakh crown,
With white panana - with swan - with Marina
I am alive and dead, but one -
He engaged in a sworn ring.

But Moscow breathed an evil breath -
Dead I lay in the place of the front
In a black mask, with a dudchu in the hand,
And around - near and in the distance -
Swamp lights burned,
Bubes beat, cried sniffles,
Songs sang demons on the river ...
Rus did not see such a shame!
And when I got to my hole
And dumped into a stench hole -
The body came out of the grave
And it was a whole in Yura.
And the river cast from the corpse,
And the earth did not accept me.
They cut into pieces, burned,
They collected the liver, the gun was charged,
From the four outposts of Moscow Pali Pali
On the four sides of the Earth.

Then there was a lot of me:
I went from Poland, from Lithuania,
From Putivl, Astrakhan, Pskov,
From Oskol, Liven, from Moscow ...
In vain in the appearance of the thief
Tsar Vasily, not ashamed of shame,
Children's corpse from Uglich again
Juggle into Moscow - show the people,
So that I'm on the royal at the prize
I rested in the Arkhangelsk Cathedral,
Yes, a mother sat at the grave.

And Marina fled to Tushino
And she hugged me living
And, having gathered an unheard of army,
I approached Moscow again with fame ...
And then he lay in the snow - the nationwide -
In the city of Kaluga over the Oka,
Foyed by the Tatars and Zhmudya ...
And Marina with naked breasts,
Raising torches above the head
Scoured over the frozen river
And, circling in Moscow, in anger
Resurrected new dead
And I was alive in the womb ...

And went to us from all over
And we rushed with a couple of blue gulls
Along the Volga, the Caspian - to the eggs, -
Then the royal arrows took
Swan with a swan in a snare.

All of Moscow gathered that to the lunch,
Like a baby, I went to me for the third year -
Let them execute the execution of the last
Near Serpukhov Gate.

So, embarrassing Rus' by the fate of a marvelous,
A quarter of a century - dead, inescapable
I ruled a dashing year of trouble.
And again I will come - after three hundred years.

December 19, 1917
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