Любовь Тихомирова - Николай Заболоцкий - Царица мух
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He beats a gray -haired rooster with a wing,
The night comes everywhere.
Like a star, queen of flies
It flies over the swamp.
It beats with a wing steep
The skeleton of the body, naked,
Wonderful pentacle on the chest
All in the rays depicted.
Pentacle is sad on the chest
Between two transparent wings,
Like the original sign
Unsolved graves.
There is a strange moss in the swamp,
Thin, roses, multi -bed,
All transparent, slightly alive,
Despised by grass.
Orphan, wonderful resident
Remote poor places.
He promises the monastery
A fly that turns the surroundings.
Fly, the whole beet winging.
The muscle of the breast is deploying
It falls in circles
The swamps are humid tuff.
If you are languishing,
You know the word Eloim
Take a strange fly,
Put the fly to the bank,
Walk with a jar.
Follow the signs.
If the fly is noisy -
Copper lies under the foot.
If it leads to Usykom -
He calls you to silver.
If it claps the wing -
Under the feet of Zlata com.
Quietly, the night steps.
The smell of poplars is heard.
My spirit fades, freezes
Between pines and fields.
Sleeping swamps are sleeping,
The roots of herbs are moving.
Someone groans in the cemetery
With the body to the mound, falling.
Someone groans, someone cries,
Stars pour from heights.
The moss in the distance is looming.
Fly, Fly, where are you?