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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 an escape to a jerk - insolent, stupid, daytime, -
Vologda - with legs and - forward head.
And the two of them jumped, to the rhythm of snoring on the run,
In front of the convoy and in the snow in the waist.
Put the system in order exemplary,
And howled & quot; Friendship & quot; - an old saw,
And they flew by the sign of lead
From the wrecked towers there are three trunks.
Everyone was lying flat, their noses were buried in the snow,
And behind us two - possessed dogs.
Nine grams of hot, as you close in the trunks!
We flew on the flies as if on colas.
We - run to the shore, to the goal, -
But from above - from the towers - everything is predetermined:
There at the shooters we twitched in sight -
Umora just how ridiculous.
I'd like to see who I went with,
With whom he ventured to die, with whom he ventured to take chances!
Somewhere I saw each other, I just came to myself,
Croaked: "What's the name? And - which article? & Quot;
But it's too late: crossed his bullets -
Cross - in the back of the head, belt, two shoulders, -
And I ran and thought: Will I run? "
And did not even notice the heat.
I - to him, an eccentric: Why, they say, behind him?
Well, and he - on his side and his brains plastal.
The blast! - the quilted jacket has dried up on me:
Dashingly strikes three-line - straight, like in the war!
As for the breasts, I held on to the stones:
When the dogs are close - do not run!
Dogs have sprinkled the earth with tongues -
And dispersed, licking his brains.
I also raised myself, the white light of a stubble, -
And I look - the vassals are waiting for me.
The corpse was kicked: "Die, cattle! There is no use for him:
For capturing a half-century, and for death - nothing. "
And we walked in single file in front of the brigade,
Then - for the watch, shaking off the snow:
They are back to the zone - for the reward,
And I - for a new term for the escape.
At first I was rude, and then stopped.
A whole platoon beat me - already twice tired.
In vain frightened by that light, both lights with an oak:
They'll cut me in there - I'm on it, they'll hit me here - I'm on that one.
I pride under the bottom -
I could see how proud people lick their heels, -
I went to lick my wounds in the lysosulator, -
Has not licked - and here they, cicatrixes.
We should be - along the river, he was also not weak,
To them - not with your hands, but with dogs - not with your paws! ..
That's the end of the tale. The beast fled to the catcher,
Demolished - as cut - a catcher fugitive half a face.
... Everything is taken in pipes, the cranes are closed, -
At night they howl and whine,
What do you need? It is necessary to pour salt on the wounds:
To better remember - let them hurt!
To better remember - let them hurt!
To better remember - let them hurt!
Vologda - with legs and - forward head.
And the two of them jumped, to the rhythm of snoring on the run,
In front of the convoy and in the snow in the waist.
Put the system in order exemplary,
And howled & quot; Friendship & quot; - an old saw,
And they flew by the sign of lead
From the wrecked towers there are three trunks.
Everyone was lying flat, their noses were buried in the snow,
And behind us two - possessed dogs.
Nine grams of hot, as you close in the trunks!
We flew on the flies as if on colas.
We - run to the shore, to the goal, -
But from above - from the towers - everything is predetermined:
There at the shooters we twitched in sight -
Umora just how ridiculous.
I'd like to see who I went with,
With whom he ventured to die, with whom he ventured to take chances!
Somewhere I saw each other, I just came to myself,
Croaked: "What's the name? And - which article? & Quot;
But it's too late: crossed his bullets -
Cross - in the back of the head, belt, two shoulders, -
And I ran and thought: Will I run? "
And did not even notice the heat.
I - to him, an eccentric: Why, they say, behind him?
Well, and he - on his side and his brains plastal.
The blast! - the quilted jacket has dried up on me:
Dashingly strikes three-line - straight, like in the war!
As for the breasts, I held on to the stones:
When the dogs are close - do not run!
Dogs have sprinkled the earth with tongues -
And dispersed, licking his brains.
I also raised myself, the white light of a stubble, -
And I look - the vassals are waiting for me.
The corpse was kicked: "Die, cattle! There is no use for him:
For capturing a half-century, and for death - nothing. "
And we walked in single file in front of the brigade,
Then - for the watch, shaking off the snow:
They are back to the zone - for the reward,
And I - for a new term for the escape.
At first I was rude, and then stopped.
A whole platoon beat me - already twice tired.
In vain frightened by that light, both lights with an oak:
They'll cut me in there - I'm on it, they'll hit me here - I'm on that one.
I pride under the bottom -
I could see how proud people lick their heels, -
I went to lick my wounds in the lysosulator, -
Has not licked - and here they, cicatrixes.
We should be - along the river, he was also not weak,
To them - not with your hands, but with dogs - not with your paws! ..
That's the end of the tale. The beast fled to the catcher,
Demolished - as cut - a catcher fugitive half a face.
... Everything is taken in pipes, the cranes are closed, -
At night they howl and whine,
What do you need? It is necessary to pour salt on the wounds:
To better remember - let them hurt!
To better remember - let them hurt!
To better remember - let them hurt!