He spoke intelligently and rapidly,
And dim pupils
We methane directly and without shine
blind lights.
And from his eye
From the many thousands of eyes,
And he did not feel, what soon
Strikes the last hour.
His movements were true,
The voice was harsh,
And the beard swayed rhythmically
In tact dusty words.
And gray, as night vaults,
He knew the whole limit.
Chains painful freedom
confidently rattled.
but they, down below, did not understand
no numbers, our school leavers,
And the sign of debt and sadness
Nikto not condemned.
And the soft murmur of raised his hand,
And trembled lights.
swept noise, Sounds like
fallen bunt.
It was as if the light from the darkness splashed,
As if there was a hint…
The crowd woke up. shrieked wildly
The shrill whistle.
And ringing broken glass
Burst groan deaf,
And the man fell to the plate
With a broken head.
I do not know, who hit a stone
I killed him in the crowd,
And the trickle of blood, I clearly remember,
He remained on the pole.
Another whistles broke the air,
And the cry was still,
And he too went to eternal rest
At the entrance to a noisy room…
But light flashed at the entrance…
other lights…
And loudly blurted out in a set
Vzvedennыe chicken.
And flashed in the light of the cursory,
As the man lying,
And as a soldier a gun over the dead
I held at the ready.
Features pale faces seemed
The black beard,
soldiers, silently, going
And build the ranks.
And in the silence, suddenly has stood,
There was a bright circle of persons,
It was a quiet angel flying,
And joy - without end.
And they were strict and calm
open pupils,
Above them stretched out a slim
shiny bayonets.
As if, tucked away at the entrance
The black mouth blowing,
Night breath of freedom
confident sigh.
10 October 1905
