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Acid blew off me roof,
And the vault of heaven above me rings with
And the whole of nature is empty with its special
General! Allow me to enter without a
Don't shoot at me, let's sit for half an
hour in silence.
I wanted to tell You... – although, it may
be better no need:
All that can be said, without that, is already seen by me.
We are sick, that we so many years drink this wash, and, into the bargain,
For us in no way already no distinguish, where
enemies are, where friends are:
General! Ah, let's leave better to the dacha
acid from the pine needles.
In the forests near Moscow leaf fall –
merrier than medals;
Instead of rusty bayonets – bacchanalia of
And reserve stock, general, – that which for us they given short, –
Order to staff, let they spend it for the
girls and goats.
Let them live, as they want, but we with
You – by the narrow path:
Leaf fall, the philosophy, a flask and a cup
So in the moonless night the essence of the
Heavenly Empire will open up for us:
Ah, we should memorize it – and Russia is again