Everyone in Russia is homeless.
We will all come to you.

The stigma shames the shoulders
Knife behind the bootleg.
Far away, far away
You will still call.

For convict hallmarks,
For every pain -
Baby Panteleimon
We, the healer, have it.

And over there, behind that door,
Where people are bringing, -
There Iberian heart
Chervonnoe is on fire.

And hallelujah pours
Into the dark fields.
I kiss you on the chest
Moscow land!

9. "With a red brush ..."

With a red brush
The rowan was lit up.
Leaves fell
I was born.

Hundreds argued
Bells.
The day was Saturday:
John the Evangelist.

Me to this day
I want to gnaw
Hot rowan
Bitter brush.

"The fierce grandmother told me ..."

The fierce grandmother told me
Curved with a yoke from anger:
- Do not doze in your cradle child,
Do not whitewash your woven yarn, -
You reign - under the fences!
To kiss you, granddaughter, is a crow.

Exactly the cloud turned white:
Take out your white shirt,
Do not chase the black foal,
Do not drink the cathedral priest,
You put me under the apple tree,
No prayer, no incense.

Bow bow, thanks
For advice and for the royal mercy,
For your empty pockets
Yes, for your cautious songs,
For shame in half with confusion, -
For your love, for your fierce one.

How the cathedral bell will strike -
The devils will drag me down,
I'm for a glass, painted with you,
I said, I will tell the Lord, -
That I loved you, little boy
More than glory and more than the sun.

"Yes, with this lion ..."

Yes with this lion
In a golden scattering,
Yes with this belt,
Yes with this step, -
How not to run after him
Around the world -
Behind this belt,
For this whistle!

Walking down the street -
The people keep away.
Like a robber
As from the deceased.

Everyone knows how
I pray to the saints
Yes, green,
Yes, by the chapels.

My friends
My, my fault.
Blue linen
Don't weave a shroud.

For eternal sleep for
That one did not sleep -
Under the wild apple tree
I go to bed without incense.

"Have fun, soul, drink and eat ..."

Have fun, soul, drink and eat!
And the time will come -
Put me in between
Four roads.

Where at? field, empty
Crow and wolf,
Become a cross over me
Road post!

I did not shy away from the night
Cursed places.
Stick high above me
Unnamed cross.

Not one of you friends, by me
He was both full and drunk.
Cover me with your head,
Field weeds!

Don't light a candle
In the darkness of the church.
I don't want eternal memory
In the native land.

"Brothers, we have only one straight path ..."

Brothers, we have only one straight path
Stretches under the sky.
…………….I also
Poor wanderer ...

You don't ask, on demand
I am not a defendant.

Just remembering that the songs
My mouth is smiling.
Cross yourself, dear ones, if
Which is what I said.

"Roads run everywhere ..."

Roads run everywhere
Through the forest, through the desert,
Early and late hours.

People walk on them,
They walk along them,
Early and late hours.

Trample sand and clay
Wandering legs
They trample on flint and dirt ...

Who is in the wind - poor?
Everyone on the high road -
Disguised prince!

Their rags flutter
Wherever the sky is blue
Wherever God is the judge.

Pushes their chains
Mixes rags
Double track.

So across the earthly desert,
Throwing earthly pasture
And avoiding housing

Beggars and princes -
Convict princesses,
Convict princes.

So the roads converged
So we collided like a wedge.
Dark, oh, dark is the hour.

It's not me with you, -
This is trouble with trouble
The convict - agreed.

What! Kiss on the lips
If you, any
God didn't save me.

All along the same road
Dragged by the droves -
Early or late.

"People flatter my soul ..."

People flatter my soul,
I have tender names - saints,

And the recipients for the soul
Whole, come on, a man's monastery!

Already, these priests are flattering!
Every day I have a christening!

This is an eaglet, a goldfinch is the one
Everyone calls me differently.

The hardest of all criminals -
How many intercessors and intercessors!

Lie with me for eternal sleep
Delicate calendar of my names.

Name - equal?, Called - different,
Everyone called, no one called.

"If I call it cute, you won't get bored ..."

If I call you cute, you won't get bored!
I am known as the Mother of God - Three-handed:
I smash one fortress, another tamotka,
I write the third on the sea - a letter to fish.

And the unwelcoming one who ascends and draws near,
All the people will be amazed at what a schema!
The owl will hoot, the black cat will bristle.
You will remember the whole year - the warlock!

Damn: I can't crawl! - and I'm going!
Do you want to walk with a mirror - into the ice?
For the sake of your master's needs - you want to be a sweeper!
Only as a mother - I'm not fit - as a cradle!

If she looks like a wife - where is my warrior?
Kohl looks like a widow - where is my deceased?
If I'm waiting for my betrothed - where is the insomnia?
I live the Tsar-Maiden - a lawless person!

INSOMNIA

1. "She looked round my eyes ..."

She put a circle around my eyes
Shady - insomnia.
Insomnia wrapped around my eyes
A crown of shadow.

That's the same! At night
Do not pray to idols!
I betrayed your secret
Idolatress.

It's not enough for you - a day
Solar fire!

A couple of my rings
Wear it, pale-faced!
Clicked and clicked
Shadow crown.

Little did she call me?
Little did you sleep with me?

You lie down with a light face.
People will bow down.
I will be your reader
I, insomnia:

Sleep, calm down,
Sleep honored
Sleep crowned
Female.

To make it easier to sleep
I will - for you - singing:

Sleep my friend
Restless!

Sleep pearl
Sleep, sleepless.

And whoever they wrote letters to,
And whoever you and I swore to ...
Sleep yourself.

Here we go
Inseparable.
Here are released from the hands
Your little hands.
So you are exhausted
Sweet martyr.

Sleep is holy
Everyone is asleep.
The crown is removed.

2. "I love my hands ..."

Hands love
Kiss and love
Give out names,
And yet - to reveal
Doors!
- Wide open - on a dark night!

Squeezing my head,
Listen how hard step
Somewhere it gets easier
How the wind shakes
Sleepy, sleepless
Forest.

Ah, the night!
Keys are running somewhere
To sleep - tends.
I sleep almost.
Somewhere in the night
The man is drowning.

3. "In my huge city - night ..."

In my huge city - night.
From the sleepy house I go - away.
And people think: wife, daughter, -
And I remember one thing: night.

The July wind sweeps me - the way
And somewhere there is music in the window - a little.
Ah, now the wind will blow until dawn
Through the walls of the thin breasts - into the chest.

There is a black poplar, and there is a light in the window,
And the ringing on the tower, and in the hand - the color,
And this step - follow no one,
And this shadow, but not me.

Lights are like threads of golden beads
Night leaf in the mouth - taste.
Free you from the bonds of the day
Friends, understand that I'm dreaming for you.

4. "After a sleepless night, the body weakens ..."

After a sleepless night, the body weakens,
He becomes cute and not his own, - nobody's.
In the slow veins, arrows still occupy -
And you smile at people like a seraphim.

Hands grow weak after a sleepless night
Both the enemy and the friend are deeply indifferent.
A whole rainbow in every random sound
And in the cold, it suddenly smells like Florence.

Lips brighten gently, and the shadow is golden
Near sunken eyes. This night has lit
This brightest face - and from the dark night
Only one thing darkens with us - the eyes.

5. "Today I am a guest of heaven ..."

Today I am a guest of heaven
In your country.
I saw the insomnia of the forest
And the dream of the fields.

Somewhere in the horseshoes night
They blew up the grass.
The cow sighed heavily
In a sleepy barn.

I'll tell you sadly
With all tenderness,
About the goose watchman
And sleeping geese.

Hands were drowning in the dread of wool,
The dog was gray.
Then, by six,
Dawn has begun.

6. "Tonight I'm alone in the night ..."

Tonight I'm alone in the night -
Sleepless, homeless blueberries! -
I've got the keys tonight
From all the gates of the only capital!

Insomnia pushed me on my way.
- Oh, how beautiful you are, dim Kremlin
my! -
I kiss on the chest tonight
The whole round warring land!

It is not the hair that rises, but the fur,
And the stuffy wind blows right into the soul.
I feel sorry for everyone tonight,
Whom they regret and whom they kiss.

7. "Gently-gentle, thin-thin ..."

Gently gentle, subtly subtle
Something whistled in the pine.
Black eyed child
I saw in a dream.

So at the pine at the red
Hot resin caplet.
So in my beautiful night
Goes n? drank to my heart.

8. "Black, like a pupil, like a pupil, sucking ..."

Black as the pupil, as the pupil, sucking
Light - I love you, watchful night.

Calling you, praising you, I only
A sink where the ocean hasn't stopped yet.

Night! I have already looked into the pupils of a person!
Incinerate me, black sun - night!

9. “Who sleeps at night? Nobody sleeps ... "

Who sleeps at night? Nobody sleeps!
The child in his cradle screams
The old man sits over his death,
Who is young - speaks sweetly,
She breathes on her lips, looks into her eyes.

If you fall asleep, will you wake up here again?
We'll have time, we'll have time, we'll have time to sleep!

A vigilant watchman from house to house
Comes by with a pink lantern
And a fractional rumble over the pillow
The angry mallet rumbles:

Do not sleep! be strong! I say good!
And then - an eternal dream! otherwise - an eternal home!

10. "Here's the window again ..."

Here is the window again
Where they don't sleep again.
Maybe they drink wine
Maybe they sit like that.
Or simply - hands
Two will not separate.
In every house, friend,
There is such a window.

The cry of parting and meeting -
You window into the night!
Maybe hundreds of candles
Maybe three candles ...
No and no mind
Peace for mine.
And in my house
It started like that.

Pray, friend, for a sleepless home,
Out the window with fire!

11. “Insomnia! My friend…"

Insomnia! My friend!
Again your hand
With an outstretched cup
I meet in the soundless -
Ringing night.

Be seduced!
Take a sip!
Not high
And deep down -
I'm driving ...
Put your lips down!
Dove! Friend!
Take a sip!
Be seduced!
Drink it!
From all passions -
Stay,
From all the news -
Peace.
- Girlfriend! -
Deserve it.
Open your mouth!
With all bliss of lips
Carved goblet edge
Take -
Pull in
Take a sip:
- Do not be! -
Oh friend! Do not blame!
Be seduced!
Drink it!
Of all the passions -
The most passionate of all deaths -
The most delicate ... of two handfuls
Mine - be deceived! - drink!

The world was lost. Nowhere -
Flooded shores ...
- Drink, my swallow! At the bottom
Melted pearls ...

You drink the sea
You drink the dawns.
What kind of lover the carousing
With my
- Child -
Let's compare?

And if they ask (I will teach!),
That, they say, the cheeks are not fresh, -
With a bunch of Insomnia, tell me
With insomnia a bunch ...

May 1921

VERSES TO THE BLOCK

1. "Your name is a bird in your hand ..."

Your name is a bird in your hand
Your name is a piece of ice on your tongue
One single movement of the lips
Your name is five letters.
The ball caught on the fly
Silver bell in my mouth

A stone thrown into a quiet pond
Sob what your name is.
In the light clicking of the night hooves
Your loud name is thundering.
And he will call him to our temple
Ringing trigger.

Your name - oh, you can't! -
Your name is a kiss in the eyes
In the gentle cold of motionless eyelids,
Your name is a kiss in the snow.
Key, icy, blue sip ...
With your name - deep sleep.

2. "Gentle ghost ..."

Delicate ghost
Knight without reproach,
Who are you called
Into my young life?

In the gloom of gray
You are standing in a garment
Snowy is dressed.

It's not the wind
Drives me around the city
Oh, the third one
In the evening I smell the gate.

Blue eyed
Jinxed me
Snow Singer.

Snow swan
Feathers lay down on my feet.
Feathers are flying
And slowly plunge into the snow.

So over the feathers
I'm going to the door
For which - death.

He sings to me
Behind the blue windows
He sings to me
Distant bells

Long cry
With a swan click -
Calling.

Sweet ghost!
I know that everything is in my dreams.
Do mercy:
Amen, amen, crumble!
Amen.

3. "You are passing to the West of the Sun ..."

You go to the West of the Sun
You will see the evening light
You go to the West of the Sun
And a blizzard covers the trail.

By my windows - impassive -
You will pass in the silence of the snow
My beautiful righteous man
Quiet light of my soul.

I will not burrow into your soul!
Your path is indestructible.
In a hand, pale from kissing,
I won't drive my nail.

And I will not call out by name,
And I won't reach with my hands.
To the wax holy face
Only from afar I will bow.

And, standing under the slow snow,
I'll kneel in the snow
And in your holy name,
I'll kiss the evening snow. -

Where the majestic gait
You passed in deathly silence
Quiet light - holy glory -
Almighty of my soul.

4. "To the beast - a den ..."

A den for the beast,
To the wanderer - the road,
The dead are dear.
To each his own.

A woman - to dissemble
To the king - to rule,
I - to praise
Your name.

5. "In Moscow - the domes are burning ..."

In Moscow, the domes are burning!
In Moscow - the bells are ringing!
And the tombs stand in a row, -
Queens sleep in them, and kings.

It's easier to breathe - than on the whole earth!
And you don't know that the dawn is in the Kremlin
I pray to you - until dawn!

And you pass over your Neva
About that time, as over the river-Moscow
I stand with my head down
And the lanterns stick together.

I love you with all my insomnia
I will heed you with all my insomnia -
About that time, as throughout the Kremlin
The bell ringers wake up ...

But my river - yes with your river,
But my hand - yes with your hand
They will not converge, my joy, until
Do not overtake the dawn - dawn.

6. "They thought - a man ..."

We thought it was a man!
And they made me die.
Died now, forever.
- Cry for a dead angel!

He's at the end of the day
He sang the beauty of the evening.
Three wax fires
They talk, hypocritical.

There were rays from him -
Hot strings in the snow!
Three wax candles -
The sun! Lightbringer!

Oh look how
The eyelids have sunk in dark!
Oh look how
His wings are broken!

Black reads the reader,
Idle hands are baptized ...
- Singer lies dead
And celebrates Sunday.

7. "It must be behind that grove ..."

It must be behind that grove
The village where I lived
It must be - love is easier
And easier than I expected.

Hey idols, so you die! -
I got up and raised my whip,
And shout after -? Whip,
And the bells sing again.

Over roll and pitiful bread
For the pole rises - the pole.
And the wire under the sky
Sings and sings death.

8. "And clouds of gadflies around indifferent nags ..."

And clouds of gadflies around indifferent nags,
And the wind-blown Kaluga native kumach,
And the whistle of quails, and the big sky,
And the waves of bells over the waves of bread
And the sense of the German, until you get bored,
And yellow-yellow - behind the blue grove -
cross,
And sweet heat, and such a radiance all over,
And your name sounds like an angel.

9. "Like a weak ray through the black darkness of hells ..."

Like a faint ray through the black darkness of hells -
So your voice is under the roar of exploding shells.

And here in thunder, like a seraphim,
Notifies in a deaf voice, -

From somewhere in the ancient misty mornings -
How he loved us, blind and nameless,

For a blue cloak, for treachery - a sin ...
And how tender of all - the one, deeper than all

Into the night that has sunk - for dashing deeds!
And how I did not stop loving you, Russia.

And along the temple - with a lost finger
Everything drives, drives ... And more about how

What days await us, how will God deceive,
How will you call the sun - and how not
will rise ...

So, a prisoner with himself alone
(Or does the child speak in a dream?),

It appeared to us - the whole area is wide! -
Sacred heart of Alexander Blok.

10. "Here he is - look - tired of foreign lands ..."

Here he is - look - tired of foreign lands,
Leader without squads.

Here - he drinks a handful from the mountain rapids -
A prince without a country.

Everything is there for him: both the principality and the army,
Both bread and mother.

Red is your legacy, - own,
A friend without friends!

11. "You will remain a monk for us ..."

You will remain a monk for us:
Pretty, beloved,
Handwritten tebnik,
A cypress casket.

To all - to one - to women,
To them, swallows, to us, crowned,
To us, gold, those gray hairs,
To all - to the last - son

You will stay, everyone - the firstborn,
Forsaken, rejected,
With our strange staff,
Our early wanderer.

To all of us with a short inscription
Cross at the Smolensk cemetery
Search, all to follow,
Everyone ……… don't believe.

All - a son, all - an heir,
Everyone - the first, the last.

12. "His friends - do not disturb him ..."

His friends - do not disturb him!
His servants - do not disturb him!
It was so clear on his face:
My kingdom is not of this world.

Thunderstorms circled along the veins,
Slouching shoulders bent from the wings,
Into the singing slot, into the caked ardor -
I lost my soul as a swan!

Fall, fall, heavy copper!
The wings have tasted the right: to fly!
Lips that screamed the word: answer! -
They know that this is not - to die!

Dawn drinks, the sea drinks - full of satiety
She's hanging around. - Do not serve requiem!
Have forever commanded: to be! -
Bread will get him to feed!

13. "And over the plain ..."

And over the plain -
The cry is swan.
Mother, didn't she recognize her son?
This is from the sky - he is miles,
This is the last - he - I'm sorry.

And over the plain -
Broadcasting blizzard.
Virgo, didn't you recognize your friend?
Torn robes, a wing in blood ...
This is the last he: - Live!

Over the damned -
The takeoff is radiant.
The righteous man snatched the soul - Hosanna!
Convict bed-found-warmth.
The stepson to his mother's house. - Amen.

14. "Not a broken rib ..."

Unbroken rib -
Broken wing.

Don't be shot right through
Shot through the chest. Do not take out

This bullet. Wings are not repaired.
Disfigured walked.

* * *

Chains, chains, a crown of thorns!
What is the trembling of the rabble to the deceased,

Female flattery, swan's down ...
I passed, lonely and deaf,

Freezing sunsets
The void of the eyeless statues.

Only one thing else lived in it:
Broken wing.

15. "Without a call, without a word ..."

Without a call, without a word, -
As the roofer falls from the rooftops.
Maybe again
You come - are you lying in the cradle?

You burn and do not fade,
The lamp of a few weeks ...
Which mortal
Rocks your cradle?

Blissful heaviness!
Prophetic song reed!
Oh who will tell me
What cradle do you lie in?

"Not yet sold!"
Only with this jealousy in mind
Great detour
I will go on Russian soil.

Midnight countries
I will go from end to end.
Where is the mouth-his-wound,
Bluish lead?

Grab him! Stronger!
To love and love him only!
Oh who whispers to me
What cradle do you lie in?

Pearl grains
Kisseynaya sleepy canopy.
Not laurel, but thorns -
The cap is a sharp-toothed shadow.

Not a canopy, but a bird
Opened two white wings!
- And be born again,
So that the snowstorm swept over again ?!

Rip it off! Higher!
Keep! Don't just give it away!
Oh, who will breathe for me
What cradle do you lie in?

Or maybe false
My feat, and work for nothing.
As in the ground,
Perhaps you will sleep to the pipe.

Huge hollow
Your temples - I see again.
Such tiredness -
You can't even lift it with a pipe!

Reigning pasture
Reliable, rusty silence.
The watchman will show me
What cradle you lie in.

16. "As sleepy, as drunk ..."

As sleepy, as drunk,
By surprise, not preparing.
Temple pits:
Sleepless conscience.

Empty eye sockets:
Dead and light.
The dreamer, the all-seeing
Empty glass.

Aren't you
Her rustling chlamys
I could not bear it -
The back gorge of Hades?

Not this one,
Full of silver ringing
Along the sleepy Gebra
Was your head floating?

17. “So, Lord! And my obol ... "

So, Lord! And my obol
Accept for the approval of the temple.
Not your own love arbitrariness
I sing - the wound of my homeland.

No stingy rusty chest -
Granite rubbed with knees.
A hero and a king are given to all,
All - the righteous - the singer - and the dead.

Dnieper breaking the ice,
Coffin? You are not embarrassed by the plank,
Russia - Easter floats to you,
Spilling a thousand voices.

So, heart, cry and praise!
Let your cry be a thousand? -
Mortal love is jealous.
The other rejoices in the chorus.

"That's something in the mirror - a little dawns ..."

That's something in the mirror - a little dawns -
Everything looked:
Is it good for visitors
I got dressed.

By earrings and beads
Stood up.
That's it with a mustache merchant
Kissed.

Kissed, hugged -
I was not ashamed!
Everyone to you: "Sorry for the little!"
- "Do mercy!"

Driven off into the flood
For three nights.
Yellow-eyed brat!
Magpie mind!

And on the third - the Volga howled,
He walks menacingly.
It takes a long time to stumble
With the transport?

Here's a beaver fur for you,
Turkish silk!
So much for your black-browed
Son of a merchant!

Not to the merchant's son
Cry for nothing!
I drove off for wine
For the goods!

Barge haulers over her, sleeping,
They pull the barge. -
For the commemoration of the soul of the walker
Let's drink a glass.

"In those days you were like a mother to me ..."

In those days you were like a mother to me
I could call you at night
Feverish light, sleepless light,
The light of my eyes in the night ona.

Graceful, remember

The fierce grandmother told me
Curved with a yoke from anger:
- Do not sleep in your cradle child,
Do not whitewash your woven yarn, -
To reign you - under the fences!
To kiss you, granddaughter, is a crow.

Exactly the cloud turned white:
Take out your white shirt,
Do not chase the black foal,
Do not give water to the priest of the cathedral,
You put me under the apple tree,
No prayer, no incense.

Bow bow, thanks
For advice and for the royal mercy,
For your empty pockets
Yes, for your cautious songs,
For shame in half with confusion, -
For your love, for your fierce one.

How the cathedral bell will strike -
The devils will drag me down,
I'm for a glass, painted with you,
I said, I will tell the Lord, -
That I loved you, little boy
More than glory and more than the sun.
(lyrics by M. Tsvetaeva) Grandma told me fierce,
Yoke anger bent:
- Not Napping in the cradle you little child,
Do not whiten your yarn woven -
Tsarevat you - the fences!
Kiss you, granddaughter - crow.

Exactly, I was white cloud:
Remove the white shirt,
Zherebko not drive black,
Not poite ass cathedral,
You put me under the apple tree
Without prayer, but no incense.

Waist bow, and thank you
For the tip but for the grace of the king "s,
For your pockets empty
But for your songs cautious,
For disgrace half with Smoot -
For the love of your life for over fierce.

How to hit the cathedral bell -
Svolokut me devils portage,
I have over a glass, with thee rospitoy,
Said, and will say to the Lord -
I loved you, malchonochka,
Forest and Forest glory of the sun.
(based on poems by Marina Tsvetaeva)

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