Вересковый Путь - Джон Ячменное Зерно
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Three kings of three sides
We decided at the same time:
“You have to perish, young John
Barley grain!

Dying, John,- in smoke, in dust,
Your fate is dark! ..
And now the kings explode
Grave for grain ...

Spring rain knocks out the window
In the April rumble of a thunderstorm,-
And John Barley Grain
Ground through humus ...

The spring sun is burned
Swollen humus,-
And John shakes in the wind
With a mustachioed head ...

But stuffy autumn is given
You have your own lesson,-
And John Barley Grain
From the cargo, he is

It is rusty covered with dry,
He is in field dust. .. ..
- Now we will cope with you!
Kings rejoice ...

He is cut off with a scoop with a call,
Knocked down, plunged to dust,
And John twisted by rope
Shakes on the bases ...

They began to beat his chains,
Threw up and down
And, more accurately destroyed,
The soles passed ...

He is in a yamin with water - and here
I went to the bottom, to the bottom ...
Now, of course, will be lost
Barley grain! ..

And his flesh was burned first,
And the flesh became smoke.
And the millstones were spinning
To get wet my heart ...

. . . . . . . . . . . .
Cook noble juice!
Rims fastened
Barrel knocked out of the boards-
And John rebels in it ...

Three kings of three sides
Gathered at the same time,-
John walks in a mug before them
Barley grain. .. ..

Oi splashes yeast,
Bubbles and sings,
He walks in a circular cup,
He pours foam on the floor ...

Let nothing remain left
And your dust is scattered
But blood from your heart
Lives in human hearts! ..

Who, with a bitter hops, is
I saw the bottom in the bowl -
Shout:
- John is glorified forever
Barley grain! ..