Retribution

But everything went inexorably
his own way. Uh letter, şurşa,
twist. And irresistibly
The house has an old soul.
talks about the Balkans
Oh diplomats led,
The troops came and went to bed,
Neva wrapped in the mists,
And things went civilians,
And she went to inquire civilians:
arrests, searches, denunciations
And attempted - without number…
And the book of this rat
My Byron became the midst of this darkness;
He thesis brilliant
Courted excellent praise
And I took the chair in Warsaw…
Preparing read lectures,
Tangled in civil law,
With soul, getting tired, –
He humbly offered her hand,
He tied her up with his fate
And in the distance I took it with him,
Already feeding into the heart of boredom, –
To his wife with him to a star
Shared book works…

Two years have passed. Sound of explosion
Since channel Ekaterinin,
Russia cloud covered.
All signs from afar,
That fateful hour come true,
With such a card will fall…
And this century, an hour a day -
The last - named the first of March.

The family - sadness. abolished,
As if, of her great:
All cheered smaller daughter,
But the family she left,
A live - and confusing, and hard:
Then - on the Russian smoke should…
Father, sitting, looking up in smoke…
Yearning! Daughter of conduct scarce…
Suddenly - she returns…
What with her? How transparent thin mill!
severe, exhausted, faintly…
And in her arms - is a child.

End of the first chapter.
1911-1916, 4 June

CHAPTER TWO

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I

In those years long, deaf,
In the hearts reigned a dream and a haze:
Pobedonostsev over Russia
Stretched owl wing,
And there was no day, nor night,
But only - the shadow of great wings;
He outlined the marvelous circle
Russia, looking into her eyes
Glass eyes sorcerer;
Under the wise voices strange tales
Beauty sleep is not difficult, –
And it is clouded,
sleepy hopes, thoughts, passion…
But under the yoke of the dark enchantment
Her cheeks painted tan:
And in the power of a wizard
She seemed full of energy,
That hand rail
Trapped in a useless unit…
Warlock one hand censers,
And the stream of blue and curly
Kurilsya benzoin… but -
He put his other hand bony
Living souls shelved.

II

In those ancient years
Petersburg was still dreadful,
Though not heavy, not Serey
Under the fortress rolled water
boundless Neva…
bayonet svétil, cried chimes,
And those same ladies and dandies
Flew here on the island,
And just as the horse barely audible laughter
Horse towards responsible,
And black mustache, mingling with fur,
Eyes and lips tickled…
I remember, and I, happened,
I fly with you, forgetting all the light,
But… right, much good in it is not,
a friend of mine, and happiness in this little…

All poems of Alexander Blok