Текст песни Хельги - Блок. Двенадцать 1

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    Black evening.
    White snow.
    Wind, wind!
A man is not standing on his feet.
    Wind, wind -
In all God's light!
    Wind curls
    White snow.
Under the snow - ice.
    Slippery, hard,
    Every walker
It slips - ah, poor thing!
    From building to building
    Pass the rope.
    On the rope - poster:
"All power to the Constituent Assembly!"
    The old woman is killed - she cries,
    I just do not understand what it means,
    On what such a poster,
    Such a huge flap?
How many quizzes would come out for the guys,
    And everyone - naked, rauzut ...
    The old woman, like a chicken,
Coy-like rewrote through a snowdrift.
    "Oh, Mother Intercession!"
    "Oh, the Bolsheviks will be driven into the coffin!"
    The wind is biting!
    Do not fall behind and frost!
    And the bourgeois at the crossroads
    The collar hid his nose.
    And who is this? - Long hair
    And he says in a low voice:
        "Traitors!"
        "Russia has been killed!"
    Must be a writer -
        Vitia ...
    And there is a long -
    Side by side - for a snowdrift ...
    What is now unhappy,
    Comrade priest?
    Do you remember how it happened?
    The belly went forward,
    And the cross shone
    The belly on the people?
    Vaughn lady in astrakhan
    She turned to the other:
"We cried, we cried ..."
    Slipped
And - bang - stretched out!
    Aw, ai!
    Pull, puff up!
    The wind is cheerful
    And angry, and glad.
    Twists the hem,
    Passers-by mows,
    Rings, knocks and carries
    Large poster:
"All power to the Constituent Assembly" ...
    And he says:
    ... And we had a meeting ...
    ... Here in this building ...
    ... Discussed -
    Resolved:
For a while - ten, at night - twenty-five ...
    ... And less - no one to take ...
        ... Let's go to sleep...
    Late evening.
    The street is emptying.
    One tramp
    She stoops,
Let the wind whistle ...
    Hey, poor fellow!
        Approach -
    Let's kiss ...
    Of bread!
    What lies ahead?
    Come on in! "
    Black, black sky.
    Malice, sad anger
    Boils in the chest ...
Black anger, holy anger ...
    Comrade! Look
        Both!