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Вдоль степи порыжевшей
Уносил меня конь.
За душой моей грешной
По пятам шел огонь.
Это ль воля Господня,
Что на зависть заре,
Должен был я сегодня
Умереть на костре?
Или Дьявол от скуки
Затерялся в толпе,
Чтоб из боли и муки
Выпечь хлеба себе?
Было все очень просто -
К горлу острая сталь.
«Велено на допрос нам
Отвести тебя, шваль!»
«Обознались вы, право,
Я всего лишь поэт,
Не искал себе славы,
Не бранил божий свет.
Я скиталец безродный,
И на меч не похож
Ни к чему не пригодный
Мой заржавленный нож!
Я вина не касался,
Слушал птиц и листву,
И вовек бы не взялся
Обучать ведовству!
Старый плащ мой истерся,
И в кармане дыра,
И накаркал мне ворон,
Что умру до утра.»
«Не хитри, чернокнижник,
Ты известен, как черт.
В самой жалкой из хижин
Твоим песням почет.
Ты купался в отраве
И летал по ночам,
И приказывать вправе
И зверям, и мечам!
Ты и девок красивых,
И свирепых врагов,
Околдовывал силой
Своих клятых стихов!
Погоди-ка, дождешься
Приговора судьи,
И тогда посмеешься
Ты с осиной в груди!»
Что мне стоит заклясть из?
Стражи рухнули в пыль...
Кандалы на запястьсях
Растеклись, будто гниль.
Конь, чернее, чем сажа,
Прибежал на мой зов,
Пусть причислят, не важно,
К легиону воров!
Пусть погоня, и плети
За спиною свистят,
По степи, словно ветер,
Я лечу на закат!
Along the steppe of the stroke
The horse carried me away.
Behind my sinful soul
Fire was on the heels.
This is the will of the Lord
What's the envy of the dawn
I should have been today
To die at the stake?
Or the devil from boredom
Lost in the crowd,
So that of pain and flour
Bake bread for yourself?
Everything was very simple -
Acute steel to the throat.
“It was ordered for interrogation to us
Take you away, trash! "
“You have identified, right,
I'm just a poet
I did not look for glory
God did not scold the light.
I am a mediocre wanderer
And it doesn't look like a sword
Not suitable for nothing
My rusted knife!
I did not touch the wine
Listened to birds and foliage,
And I wouldn't take it forever
Teach witchcraft!
My old cloak is rushing about
And in the pocket of the hole,
And the raven was tumbled for me
That I will die until the morning. "
“Not cunning, warlock,
You are known as hell.
In the most miserable of huts
Your songs are honored.
You bathed in poison
And flew at night,
And the right to order
And animals and swords!
You and the girls are beautiful
And ferocious enemies,
Heated by force
Your cursed poems!
Wait a minute, you’ll wait
Judge's sentence,
And then you laugh
You are with an axine in the chest! "
What should I spell from?
The guards collapsed into dust ...
Shackles on the wrist
They spread like a rot.
Horse, blackened than soot,
I ran to my call
Let them be considered, it doesn’t matter
To the legion of thieves!
Let the pursuit and lashes
They whistle behind the back
On the steppe, like a wind
I'm flying to the sunset!
The horse carried me away.
Behind my sinful soul
Fire was on the heels.
This is the will of the Lord
What's the envy of the dawn
I should have been today
To die at the stake?
Or the devil from boredom
Lost in the crowd,
So that of pain and flour
Bake bread for yourself?
Everything was very simple -
Acute steel to the throat.
“It was ordered for interrogation to us
Take you away, trash! "
“You have identified, right,
I'm just a poet
I did not look for glory
God did not scold the light.
I am a mediocre wanderer
And it doesn't look like a sword
Not suitable for nothing
My rusted knife!
I did not touch the wine
Listened to birds and foliage,
And I wouldn't take it forever
Teach witchcraft!
My old cloak is rushing about
And in the pocket of the hole,
And the raven was tumbled for me
That I will die until the morning. "
“Not cunning, warlock,
You are known as hell.
In the most miserable of huts
Your songs are honored.
You bathed in poison
And flew at night,
And the right to order
And animals and swords!
You and the girls are beautiful
And ferocious enemies,
Heated by force
Your cursed poems!
Wait a minute, you’ll wait
Judge's sentence,
And then you laugh
You are with an axine in the chest! "
What should I spell from?
The guards collapsed into dust ...
Shackles on the wrist
They spread like a rot.
Horse, blackened than soot,
I ran to my call
Let them be considered, it doesn’t matter
To the legion of thieves!
Let the pursuit and lashes
They whistle behind the back
On the steppe, like a wind
I'm flying to the sunset!
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