Retribution

go, go… Hardly the sunset
Come to the barracks: who - change
At wounds lint and cotton wool,
Who - Evening fly, captivate
beauties, flaunt crosses,
Careless word drop,
Lazily moving his mustache
Before humiliated "shtryukom",
Playing a new knot
On a scarlet ribbon, - like children…

Ile, Indeed, these people
So interesting and clever?
For that they lifted
So high, for in them the faith? –
In the eyes of any officer
Are the visions of war,
on their, conventional first, faces
Burn borrowed lights.
Alien life your pages
He turned them. They
All baptized with fire and deed;
They talk of a repeat:
As General White on white
horses, among enemy grenades,
was, how ghost nevredimыy,
Joking quietly over fire;
The red column of fire and smoke
I hoisted above the mountain Dubnyak;
About tom, as the regimental colors
From the hands of the killed would not let;
As the cannon mountain trails
Colonel helped drag;
As the king's horse, hrapya, I hesitated
Before iskalechennыm shtыkom,
The king looked and turned away,
And his eyes shaded with a handkerchief…
Yes, they know the pain and hunger
With a simple soldier on a par…
Togo, who stayed during the war,
Sometimes chilly -
That fateful anyway,
which prepares
Kill world events
Only in one, that does not prevent…
All these affect the
half-mad mockery…
And power hurries quickly
all those, who ceased to be a pawn,
In turn round, or horses…

And we, reader, not landed
Considered horses and did a tour,
With you we have now wormed
In the crowd of gaping onlookers,
We do this Glee
Made to forget yesterday…
In our eyes is full of light,
We ears thundering cheers!
And many, forgetting too,
Feet civilians pylyat,
Like a street urchin,
Near the marching soldiers,
And this feels a surge of instant
Here - in St. Petersburg September!
Look: the venerable head of the family
It sits astride the lantern!
His wife is calling for a long time,
Full of vain fury,
AND, to hear, umbrella pokes,
Where you should not, it she.
But he did not feels
AND, in spite of the laughter,
Is sitting, and mustache does not blow,
channels, He sees the best!..
gone… The ears only moans echo,
And all - not to disperse the crowd;
Oh, with a barrel of water carrier drove,
Leaving a wet trail,
And Vanya, tumbu ogibaya,
Naper on mistress - screaming
Already this slucháyu
Running a hand to the people
(The policeman - gives Whistles)…
proceeded crews,
In the barracks played Dawn, –
And the father of the family himself even
Climbed obediently with a lantern,
But, disagreeing, all waiting for something…

Yes, now, on the day of their return,
All life in the capital, infantry,
Thunders on stone bridge,
is, It is - absurd systems,
Gorgeous and noisy…

Will host one - come more,
Peer - it is not the same,
And He, flashed, no return,
You're in it - as in the old vintage…

He slowed pale ray of sunset
The high, casually, window.
You could in the window to notice
For frame - pale features,
You might notice a sign,
Which you do not know,
But you're going through - and not look,
Meet - and learn,
You're behind the other in the gloom kanesh,
You will pass the crowd followed suit.
Go, passer, unheeded,
Idly fingering his mustache,
Let the counter people and buildings -
Like all the others - for you,
You're busy with all sorts of things,
You, of course, unaware,
What's behind these walls
And your hiding can rock…
(But, if you pitched the mind,
Forgetting his wife and samovar,
With fear you would have opened his mouth
And I have sat down on the pavement!..)

All poems of Alexander Blok