Анатолий Жигулин - Вина
текст песни

Among the hardships of the fate of anxious
Already without pain and longing
I recall the taiga
The village is strange by the river.

There roosters did not sing with dawn,
But in the morning on any days
The gates of the loud creaked,
For the whole village, he is alone.

Pipes smoked in frosty darkness.
They beat on the rail - for divorce,
And lumberjacks came out
Fuzzy system from the gate.

Sounded:
“First! Second! .. "
Under a strict score, the lines went.
And pines, swearing, repeating
In the fog they hid in the distance ...

There are a lot of fates of the most diverse
Connected a sad system.
There was a boy here, my second -grader,
And the Brest Fortress Hero.

In thin paid pea jackets,
In snowdrifts, on the edge of the country -
There were few guilty ones here
There was more here -
Without guilt.

I see me now
Picture of woeful losses:
There were people here
With that wine,
What has become the truth now.

There was a collective farmer here
Guilty
The fact that, raising the chaff of Kul,
In the "Father of Peoples" he sank obscenities
(Then they did not know the word "cult") ...

Look, reader:
The blizzard is angry.
The lanterns are burning above the zone.
With a rag covering thin faces,
They are coming
For a row, a row.

Here I am.
In a summer cap.
Under someone's crying, under someone's laughter
I go - thin, twenty -year -old -
And the blood is hacking in the snow.

Yes it's me.
I remember firmly
And barking dogs at dawn
And your number is five hundred and fourth,
And how they drove us in the snow,

Like the taiga
With a shade of blood
The muddy dawn arose ...
Guilt!..
I was also guilty.
I was arrested not in vain.

Everything that is taken with the battle today,
From a large rostrum we are given
I heard in my youth once
I vaguely knew a long time ago.

Don't you believe?
Check -
There is in a case hidden in the archive,
Words - and those who are devoted to death,
And those who are now, fortunately, are alive.

Oh, the matter of the Milny Forest!
About him is a special chapter.
So far I will say
What are the protocols
My words are also stored.

Perhaps reverently
But clear
I also knew in that distant darkness
What worship in vain
Living God on earth.

Guilt!
She was, of course.
We were that fault.
It was easier for us to be guilty
Than taken without guilt at all.

I have not forgotten:
In the brigade of the Boer
In one building with me walked
One of the royal prisons
He ran away from these hills.

He sawed the forest with me,
Iron will man,
Saying "no" at the loud congress
And suddenly disappeared forever.

I shared the tobacco with him as an equal
We walked nearby in a snowstorm whistle:
Very young, a recent student
And the Chekist who knew Lenin ...

Oh people!
People with numbers.
You were people, not slaves.
You were higher and more stubborn
Their tragic fate.

I walked with you in those evil years
And I was not terrible with you
The cruel title "Enemy of the people"
And black
Number
On the back.
1962-1963