Записки Неизвестного - Родная сторона
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Native side

I agree - it is dangerous, but still do not work!
Mother Russia needs exploits.
And what can you, my friend, offer,
Except how to add a song about it?

What are you not about a trumpet from the stage to the pipe,
But a song without meat is a leisure object.
A birthmark at the era on the forehead -
They are equal between the soldiers and the poet.

Yes, if you have at least someone relatives
You are unlikely to at least fold about her ...
She is not alone, you are alive.
Will you die by serving her friendship?

He lost in a tavern, found her in the temple.
It happened differently - you are the other way around:
She was found in a garbage pit,
And with her a drunk people ...

In the past, victory, enthusiasm and honors,
And now shame and thin rumor?
No, your mother will not die alone -
After all, you are its first degree of kinship!

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Whether the towers grow into the sky dutifully -,,
But their mighty roots hold in the ground -
This is the same way, from the debt to hide,
You try to bury into the sky to the waist!

In the victorious horn, swearing
Take this time by the throat - and squeeze
To seizures in the muscles, to the very languor,
Until he let go of dying moans ...

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So, out of complicity, but by the way I will not say,
What am I ready, oh homeland, to die for you.
After all, I have a minimum that I value!
And is it worth fooling around, fingering the nerves?

I read books and songs I write
About life and about death ...
Oh, how convincing I am when I pronounce
Prophetic speech at your own concert!

Boldly publicly repenting ... but in general,
It happens that my chin will tremble from anger:
"Well, lads, let's frantically growing -
We will demand what belongs to us! "

Not many between others, they have been enthusiastically discovered,
What could be poetry - and morality is higher;
After all, it is said that the word is strength and weapons!
I would be happy to fight - but I haven't come out with the face!