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Был побег на рывок - наглый, глупый, дневной,-
Вологодского - с ног и - вперед головой.
И запрыгали двое, в такт сопя на бегу,
На виду у конвоя да по пояс в снегу.
Положен строй в порядке образцовом,
И взвыла "Дружба" - старая пила,
И осенили знаменьем свинцовым
С очухавшихся вышек три ствола.
Все лежали плашмя, в снег уткнули носы,
А за нами двумя - бесноватые псы.
Девять граммов горячие, как вам тесно в стволах!
Мы на мушках корячились, словно как на колах.
Нам - добежать до берега, до цели,-
Но свыше - с вышек - все предрешено:
Там у стрелков мы дергались в прицеле -
Умора просто, до чего смешно.
Вот бы мне посмотреть, с кем отправился в путь,
С кем рискнул помереть, с кем затеял рискнуть!
Где-то виделись будто, чуть очухался я,
Прохрипел: "Как зовут-то? И - какая статья?"
Но поздно: зачеркнули его пули -
Крестом - в затылок, пояс, два плеча,-
А я бежал и думал: добегу ли?-
И даже не заметил сгоряча.
Я - к нему, чудаку: Почему, мол, отстал?
Ну, а он - на боку и мозги распластал.
Пробрало! - телогрейка аж просохла на мне:
Лихо бьет трехлинейка - прямо, как на войне!
Как за грудки, держался я за камни:
Когда собаки близко - не беги!
Псы покропили землю языками -
И разбрелись, слизав его мозги.
Приподнялся и я, белый свет стервеня,-
И гляжу - кумовья поджидают меня.
Пнули труп: "Сдох, скотина! Нету проку с него:
За поимку полтина, а за смерть - ничего".
И мы прошли гуськом перед бригадой,
Потом - за вахту, отряхнувши снег:
Они обратно в зону - за наградой,
А я - за новым сроком за побег.
Я сначала грубил, а потом перестал.
Целый взвод меня бил - аж два раза устал.
Зря пугают тем светом, оба света с дубьем:
Врежут там - я на этом, врежут здесь - я на том.
Я гордость под исподнее упрятал -
Видал, как пятки лижут гордецы,-
Пошел лизать я раны в лизолятор,-
Не зализал - и вот они, рубцы.
Надо б нам - вдоль реки, он был тоже не слаб,
Чтобы им - не с руки, а собакам - не с лап!..
Вот и сказке конец. Зверь бежал на ловца,
Снес - как срезал - ловец беглецу пол-лица.
...Все взято в трубы, перекрыты краны,-
Ночами только воют и скулят,
Что надо? Надо сыпать соль на раны:
Чтоб лучше помнить - пусть они болят!
Чтоб лучше помнить - пусть они болят!
Чтоб лучше помнить - пусть они болят!
There was a shoot on the jerk - brazen, stupid, day, -
Vologda - with legs and - forward head.
And jerked two, in the tact of the snaps on the run,
In sight of the convoy, yes on the belt in the snow.
Put the system in order of samples,
And heed out "Friendship" - old saw,
And squeezed out the sovereign lead
Three trunks from the hard-headed tap.
All lay the plastics, the noses buried in the snow,
And for us two are idle dogs.
Nine grams are hot, as you closely in the trunks!
We spoiled on the flyers, as if on the koli.
We - run to the shore, to the goal -
But over - with the highest - everything is predetermined:
There, the shooters we twitched in the sight -
Melora just, to what is ridiculous.
I wish me to see with whom I went to the road,
Who risked to die, with whom I started the risk!
Somewhere seem to be a little thought
Cooker: "What is your name? And - which article?"
But late: he stressed his bullets -
Cross - in the head, belt, two shoulders, -
And I fled and thought: Do I do not? -
And I did not even notice the haze.
I am to him, Crank: Why, they say, lagged behind?
Well, he - on her side and brains melted.
Pretty! - The tag ray is drunk on me:
Loo hits a three-year one - right, as in war!
As for breasts, I kept behind the stones:
When the dogs are close - do not run!
Pots frozen land with languages -
And disperse, having slipped his brains.
I raised and me, white light sterque, -
And I look - Kumany will wait for me.
The corpse was squeezed: "I'm dead, the cattle! No proc.
For the capture of Poltina, and for death - nothing. "
And we went through the boyfriend in front of the brigade,
Then - for the watch, smoking the snow:
They are back to the zone - for the reward,
And I - for a new term for escape.
I first robbed, and then stopped.
A whole platoon hit me - already tired of it twice.
In vain scares the light, both lights with Dube:
Do there - I'm on this, you will die here - I'm on that.
I proudly stubbornly stubborn -
I saw the heels licking the pride -
I went to lick wounds in the lysoitor, -
Not loving - and here they are scars.
It is necessary for us - along the river, he was also not weak,
So that they are not with the hands, and dogs are not with the paws! ..
Here is a fairy tale. The beast ran to the catcher,
Demolished - how cut off - the catcher fugitive the floor face.
... everything is taken in the pipes, blocked the cranes, -
Nights only spend and whine
What do you need? We must pour salt to wounds:
To remember better - let them hurt!
To remember better - let them hurt!
To remember better - let them hurt!
Vologda - with legs and - forward head.
And jerked two, in the tact of the snaps on the run,
In sight of the convoy, yes on the belt in the snow.
Put the system in order of samples,
And heed out "Friendship" - old saw,
And squeezed out the sovereign lead
Three trunks from the hard-headed tap.
All lay the plastics, the noses buried in the snow,
And for us two are idle dogs.
Nine grams are hot, as you closely in the trunks!
We spoiled on the flyers, as if on the koli.
We - run to the shore, to the goal -
But over - with the highest - everything is predetermined:
There, the shooters we twitched in the sight -
Melora just, to what is ridiculous.
I wish me to see with whom I went to the road,
Who risked to die, with whom I started the risk!
Somewhere seem to be a little thought
Cooker: "What is your name? And - which article?"
But late: he stressed his bullets -
Cross - in the head, belt, two shoulders, -
And I fled and thought: Do I do not? -
And I did not even notice the haze.
I am to him, Crank: Why, they say, lagged behind?
Well, he - on her side and brains melted.
Pretty! - The tag ray is drunk on me:
Loo hits a three-year one - right, as in war!
As for breasts, I kept behind the stones:
When the dogs are close - do not run!
Pots frozen land with languages -
And disperse, having slipped his brains.
I raised and me, white light sterque, -
And I look - Kumany will wait for me.
The corpse was squeezed: "I'm dead, the cattle! No proc.
For the capture of Poltina, and for death - nothing. "
And we went through the boyfriend in front of the brigade,
Then - for the watch, smoking the snow:
They are back to the zone - for the reward,
And I - for a new term for escape.
I first robbed, and then stopped.
A whole platoon hit me - already tired of it twice.
In vain scares the light, both lights with Dube:
Do there - I'm on this, you will die here - I'm on that.
I proudly stubbornly stubborn -
I saw the heels licking the pride -
I went to lick wounds in the lysoitor, -
Not loving - and here they are scars.
It is necessary for us - along the river, he was also not weak,
So that they are not with the hands, and dogs are not with the paws! ..
Here is a fairy tale. The beast ran to the catcher,
Demolished - how cut off - the catcher fugitive the floor face.
... everything is taken in the pipes, blocked the cranes, -
Nights only spend and whine
What do you need? We must pour salt to wounds:
To remember better - let them hurt!
To remember better - let them hurt!
To remember better - let them hurt!
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