Retribution

It's getting dark. descended curtains.
Room full of people,
And behind closed doors
Go deaf talk,
And this low-key speech
Full of worries and grief.
Fire has not ignited
And not in a hurry to light.
In the evening darkness drowning person,
Peer - see number one
shadows obscure, betrothed
Some women and men.
Assembly does not glibly,
And every guest, part of the door,
Persistent stare silently
look, as a beast.
Then someone broke out a cigarette:
Among other things - a woman sitting:
Big childish forehead is not hidden
Simple and modest haircut,
A wide white collar
And the black dress - simple,
thin, vertically challenged,
Golubooky children face,
But, like that found for dalyu,
looks closely, point blank,
And this cute, gentle eyes
Lights courage and sadness…
Someone waiting… thunders Up.
Slowly opening the door,
Guest enters a new threshold:
In his movements sure
and Articles; courageous views;
Dressed just like a foreigner,
exquisitely; in her hand shines
High-gloss cylinder;
Barely noticeably dims
Brown eyes sternly gentle;
Napoleonic beard
Restless mouth framed;
large-headed, temnovlasy -
Handsome together and freak:
Alarm distorted mouth
Melanholicheskoy grimasoy.

And a host of crowd quieted…
Two words, Two handshake -
And the visitor to a child in a black dress
is, bypassing others…
He looks long and lovingly,
And it is not a strong hand shakes again,
and rumors: "Congratulations
With escape, Sonya… Sophia L.!
Again - the death struggle!»
And suddenly - for no apparent reason -
In this strange white forehead
Formed two deep wrinkles…

dawn went out. Both men
Pour rum into a cup of wine,
And blue flame twinkle
Under full cup ran.
Above it is placed a cross daggers.
Here the flame spreads - and suddenly,
Vzbezhav over zhzhenkoy, trembled
In the eyes of the huddled around…
the fire, fighting the darkness into the crowd,
Purple-blue light cast,
Haidamaks old songs
Chant willing sounded,
As if - wedding, housewarming,
As if - all is not waiting for the storm, –
This baby fun
Sparked a severe eye…

It has been one - there is another,
It takes a number of colorful paintings.
not slow down, painter: twice
Pay you for one moment,
delay sensitive,
AND, If at this moment you
Threatens to leave Inspiration, –
Blame yourself!
You do one thing needful
Let it be - steadfast your.

In those days, under the sky of St. Petersburg
Lives aristocratic family.
Nobles - all kin to each other,
And they taught their century
To look into the face of another round
Always a little down.
But the power of quietly slipping away
From their graceful white hands,
And write to the Liberals
To tell the servants of the king,
And all, in natural fastidiousness,
Between the royal will and People
They experienced pain
Often from both wills.
All this may seem
Ridiculous and antiquated us,
But, right, can only ham
Of Russian life fun,
She always - between two fires,
Not everyone can be a hero,
And the best people - not hide -
Often powerless in front of her,
So unexpectedly severe
And eternally full of change;
As vernal river, she is
Suddenly ready to get under way,
On the ice floe ice floes pile up
And on his way to destroy
guilty, as innocent,
And nechinovnyh, as a bureaucratic…

So it was with my family:
In her old still breathing
And to live in a new way interfere,
rewarding silence
And nobility late
(Not because it does little help,
As it is now made to think,
When any family door
Wide open winter blizzard,
And not the slightest difficulty
It is not necessary to change the spouse,
as a husband, have lost shame).
And there was nihilism bezzloben,
And the spirit of the natural sciences
(Authorities plunged into fear)
There was like a religion.
"Family - vzdor, family - blazhy », –
We loved here primolvit anger,
And at heart - all the w
"Princess Mary Aleksevna"…
Living memory of antiquity
I was supposed to be friends with unbelievers -
And they were all filled with the clock
Some new "dual faith",
And this was enchanted circle:
His sayings and habits,
Above all strangers - always quotes,
And sometimes - jitters;
A life between those around me,
And swayed all around,
And a new wind bursts
The charming old house:
The nihilist in shirt
Come and brazenly asks vodka,
To disturb the peace of the family
(In seeing their civil duty),
And then - and a guest rather bureaucratic
Vbezhit not in cold blood
On the "People's Will" in the hands of -
consult a hurry,
Chtó disorders all cause?
Chtó take before the "anniversary"?
How to reason with young people,
Again raised the hubbub? –
everyone knows, that this house
And caressed, and understand,
And noble soft light
Still illuminate and obolyyut…

All poems of Alexander Blok