Diya comes from the revolutionary Petrograd levy 1917/18. Petrograd, prote, acts as a specific place, as a center of the All-World, the place of cosmic cataclysms.
The first of twelve divisions will describe the cold, snow-covered streets of Petrograd, tormented by wars and revolutions. People make their way along slimy paths, gazing out at the fading, crying out for bilshoviks. At spontaneous rallies, one should - “mabut, a writer - a twist” - talk about the birth of Russia. Among the passers-by - "the unhappy comrade pіp", the bourgeois, panі at karakulі, zalyakani babusі. Dolinayut urivchastі cries z yakihos suіdnіh collections. Darkness, the wind will rise. The camp of the poet himself, which of the passers-by is described as “anger”, “mean anger”, “black anger, holy anger”.
Another split: in the night I went to die for twelve people. The cold accompanies the feeling of new freedom; people are ready for anything to protect the new world from the old - "let's shoot at Holy Russia - in the condova, in the hut, in the tovstozada." On the way, they talk about their friend - Vanka, who is with the “rich” girl Katka, barking at the “bourgeois”: deputy to protect the revolution, Vanka spend an hour at the taverns.
The third one split - a dashing song, which is obviously beaten by a corral of twelve. A song about those, like after the war, in torn coats and with Austrian towels, “lads” serve at the Red Guard. The rest of the verse of the song is an obityanka of light, in which the mustache of the "bourgeois" must perish. Blessed to eat and eat, however, from God.
The fourth chapter describes that same Vanka: with Katka on the reckless stench to rush to Petrograd. Garniy soldier hugs his girlfriend, he seems to be; she is satisfied, laughs merrily.
The offensive split - the words of Vanka, the beasts to Katya. Vіn nagaduє їy її past - povії, scho passed from officers and junkers to soldiers. Katya's wild life was on the її garnet - with scars and undercuts from the stab blows left by the abandoned soldiers. At rude virazah (“Al, didn’t you guess, cholera?”), the soldier guessed the girl, what to roam, about the driving in of such an officer, to which she is clearly small. Now the soldier is doing his own thing - “dance!”, “Sleep!”, “Lay down with yourself!”, “Shri!”
Shosta head: reckless, scho lucky kohantsiv, sticking out of the corral of twelve. Ozbroєni people attack the sled, shoot at the quiet, who is sitting there, threatening Vanci with the right for appropriating "someone else's girl." The scorcher vіznik, however, to bring in Vanka from-pіd postrilіv; Katka, with her head shot through, is left to lie on the snow.
Zagin of twelve people was far away, so badioro itself, as if in front of the essence of a businessman, "revolutionary crop". Less driving - Petruha - bag for Katka, as if you were pricked by a yogo kohanka. Comrades sue yogo - "not such an hour to babysit you." Petruha, truly cheerful, is ready to go further. Mood at the fighting pen: “Flicker over the top, there will be robberies. Vіdmikayte lyokhi - walk ninі golota!
The eighth chapter is the swindlers of Petrukha's thoughts, which he greatly sums up after his friend who was shot; vіn pray for the repose of the soul її; to pick up your own vins with new drivings - “fly away, bourgeois, humpbacked man! Vip'yu blood for a thorn, for a dark-browed ... ".
Razdіl nine - romance, devotions to the death of the old world. The deputy of the policeman at the crossroads is worth a bourgeois, it’s colder, after him - it’s good to go with a hunched figure - a lousy dog.
Twelve to go far - krіz zaviruhu no. Petka remembers the Lord, marveling at the strength of the blizzard. Comrades denounce Yoma for insincerity, tell you that Petko has already been stained with Katya's blood - it means that you will not help God.
So, "without the name of a saint," twelve people under the red ensign firmly go far, be ready to strike the enemy. The course of the night is eternal - “and the zavіryuha drank to them in the eyes of the day and night without interruption ...”.
I split the twelve, the rest. Behind the paddock, a mangy dog, the old world, is fading away. Fighters threaten you with bagnets, trying to spy on themselves. In front, in the darkness, the stench of sipping someone; trying to rise up, people start shooting. Figure, prote, don't know, it's right in front of you. “So go with the sovereign crochet - behind - a hungry dog, in front - with a crooked ensign [...] Jesus Christ."
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1
Black evening.
White snow.
Wind, wind!
Do not stand on your feet man.
Wind, wind -
In all God's light!
Curling wind
White snow.
Under the snow - ice.
Slimy, hard
Every walker
Skovzit - ah, badolaha!
From bud_vl_ to bud_vl_
Stretched rope.
On the rope - poster:
"All the power of the Establishing Choices!"
Grandma is driven in - crying,
No idea what it means
What is this poster
Such a majestic klapot?
Skіlki used to be onuch for lads,
And the skin - loosening, razuty ...
Granny, like a trigger,
De-not-yak rewound through the kuchuguru.
- Oh, Mother-protector!
- Oh, the bіshoviki marry a trunu!
The wind is cold!
Chi does not see frost!
I bourgeois at the crossroads
I hid my nose at the comir.
But who? - Dovge hairy
- Guards!
- Russia is dead!
Mabut, writer -
And he is dovopoly -
Sideways - for kuchuguru ...
What is unhappy,
Comrade pop?
Remember, yak used to be
Cherevy ishov in front,
I shone like a cross
Heart on the people?
He is a pan in doodle
Returned to the next:
We were already crying, crying ...
slipped
I - bam - stretched out!
Pull, drink!
Wind of fun
I evil, i radium.
twist the hems,
Mow passersby,
Rve, change and wear
Great Poster:
"All the power of the Establishing Choices" ...
І words to convey:
... And we had a choice ...
... The axis of which booth ...
... Discussed -
Resolved:
For an hour - ten, for nothing - twenty five five.
... And less - do not take anyone ...
…Let’s go to sleep…
Sleepy evening.
Empty street.
One tramp
Slouch,
That fistula is wind.
Hey, badass!
Come -
Kiss…
What's ahead?
Black sky.
Anger, total anger
Boil at the breasts.
Black anger, holy anger...
Comrade! marvel
2
The wind is walking, the snow is fluttering.
Twelve people are coming.
Gvintivok black belts,
Navkolo - fire, fire, fire ...
At the teeth - a cigarette, accepting a cap,
On the back you need an ace of diamonds!
Freedom, freedom
Eh, eh, no cross!
Tra-ta-ta!
Cold, comrade, cold!
- And Vanka with Katka - at the tavern ...
- She has Kerenki in panchos!
- Vanyushka himself is now rich ...
- Buv our Vanka, and becoming a soldier!
- Well, Vanko, son of a bitch, bourgeois,
Mine, try, kiss!
Freedom, freedom
Eh, eh, no cross!
Katya and Vanka are busy -
Chem, who is busy?
Tra-ta-ta!
Navkolo - fire, fire, fire ...
Oblich - toweled belts ...
Trim the revolutionary crop!
Nevgamovny do not sleep the enemy!
Comrade, trim the guinea pig, don’t sneer!
Palnemo kuleya at Holy Russia -
At the condo
I woke up
To the torso!
Eh, eh, no cross!
3
How did our lads send
Serving with the Red Guard
Serving with the Red Guard
Lay your head down!
Oh, woe-girke,
Licorice life!
torn coat,
Austrian towel!
We are on the mountain to all bourgeois
Svіtova pozhezha rozdmuhaemo,
Light burning in the blood
God bless!
4
Snіg twist, scorcher scream,
Vanka with Katka to fly
Electric lighter
On the shafts.
Ah, ah, fall!
Vіn at the soldier's overcoat
With physionomy without stupidity
Twist, twist the black wus,
So twist
That hot one…
Otak Vanka - vin broad-shouldered!
Axis so Vanka - win promotions!
Katka-fool embrace,
Replacing…
I threw myself into disguise,
Teeth shine with pearls.
Oh ti, Katya, my Katya,
Tovstomorenko...
5
You have it on your shoulders, Katya,
The scar did not heal from the knife.
You have under your breasts, Katya,
That bastard is fresh!
Eh, eh, dance!
More sore lower neck!
I went to the merezhivnіy bіliznі.
Walk, walk!
Fornicated with officers -
Get lost, get lost!
Eh, eh, ruin it!
My heart skipped a beat!
Remember, Katya, officer -
Not vtіk vіn vіd knife.
Al did not guess, cholera?
What memory is not fresh?
Eh, eh, freshen up,
Sleep with yourself put!
She wore leggings,
Chocolate Mignon vents,
Went for walks as a junker -
Have you gone as a soldier now?
Eh, eh, err!
Be easier on the soul!
6
... I’m starting to rush to gather together,
Fly, scream, rehearse scorcher...
Stay, stay! Andryukha, help me!
Petruha, kick your ass!
Fuck-tararah-tah-tah-tah-tah!
Twisted up to the sky snow powder!
Likhach - and from Vanka - navtik ...
One more time! Ring the trigger!
Fuck it! You know
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Like walking with someone else's girl!
Vtik, negidnik! Come on, shoot
I'll fix it tomorrow with you!
What about Katya? - Dead, dead!
Shot in the head!
What, Katko, are you glad? - No hoo-hoo...
Lie down, carrion, in the snow!
Trim the revolutionary crop!
Nevgamovny do not sleep the enemy!
7
I again go twelve,
Over the shoulder - towel.
Less at the bad vbivtsi
Do not bachit zovsіm guise.
Everything is better and better
Hurry up krok.
Wrapped a hustka on a shii -
Don’t get upset…
- What, comrade, are you not cheerful?
- What, friend, are you taken aback?
- What, Petrukho, nіs povіsiv,
Chi Katka poshkoduval?
- Oh, comrades, relatives,
Tsyu girl I love.
Nichki black, hmilni
Having seen off the maiden…
- Through remote work
In fiery її eyes,
Through the dzherel chervonoy
Beat of the right shoulder,
I ruined, foolish,
Having stocked up on fire ... ah!
- Bach, bitch, curling a hurdy-gurdy,
What are you, Petko, what's up, woman?
- That's right, the soul navivorit
Thinking of a twist? Please!
- Keep up your position!
- Take control of yourself!
- Not this hour.
To babysit you!
More important will be the tractor
Us, dear comrade!
- I Petruha speaks
Weeping crumbs…
You throw off your wine head,
I'm having fun again...
Quiet is not a sin!
Flicker over the top
Nina will be robins!
Vіdmikaite lohi -
Walking Nina naked!
8
Oh, woe-girke!
Nudga is boring
Mortal!
Already I am
I'll go, I'll go...
Already I am tem'yanka
I sniffed, I sniffed...
Already I am sim'yachki
I'll get it, I'll get it...
I already have a knife
Stripe, stripe!
You fly, bourgeois, humpback!
Vip'yu krishku
For a sweetheart
Chernobrovushka…
Calm, Lord, the soul of your servant ...
9
Not sensitive to the noise of mіskogo,
Silence over the Neva vezha,
I have no more than a policeman -
Walk, lads, without wine!
Stand bourgeois at the crossroads
I in comir having buried the nose.
And the order is embossed with thick wool
Pіs, scho pіdіyshov hvіst, lousy.
Stand bourgeois, like a hungry dog,
Stay silent, like food.
I old world, like a dog without a root,
Stand behind him, blow your tail.
10
It played like a squirrel,
Oh, zaviryuha, oh, zaviryuha!
Do not bachiti zovsіm one alone
For chotiri kroki!
The snow curled like a funnel,
Snіg stovpchik pіdnyavsya.
- Oh, blizzard yak, save!
- Petko! Hey, don't be fooled!
What did you save
Golden iconostasis?
Nesvidomy ty, right,
Razmirkuy, think cool -
Ali hands are not in the blood
Through Katchina Kokhannya?
- Croc on the revolutionary!
Close enemy nevgamovny!
Forward, forward, forward
Working people!
11
…I go without the name of a saint
Mustache twelve - at a distance.
Ready for everything
Nothing wrong.
Steel twine
On the invisible enemy.
At the provulochka deaf,
De one to powder a blizzard ...
The one in kuchuguri downy -
Don't pull in a chobot.
In the eyes
Red ensign.
Lunaє
Peaceful rock.
Axis - roll over
Fierce enemy.
I zavіryuha saw them at the eyes
Days and nights
Without interruption…
Go-go,
Working people!
12
... Distance to go with sovereign croc ...
- Who else is there? Get out!
Tse - wind from the chervonim ensign
I played in front.
In front - kugugura is cold,
- Who is in the bush - come out! ..
Only the zhebrak is hungry
Kovilya back ...
- Signatures of you, mangy,
I'm bugging!
The old world, like a lousy dog,
Fail - I'll beat you!
... Bare your teeth - Vovk is hungry
Khvist pіdtisnuv - not vіdstaє -
A cold dog is a landless dog.
- Hey, guess who's going?
- Who is waving a red ensign there?
- Look, darkness!
- Who is there to walk with swedish croque,
Want for all the houses?
- All the same, I'll get you
Rather give me life!
- Hey, comrade, it will be nasty,
Get out, shoot hard!
Fuck-tah-tah! - І only the moon
Look at the houses.
Tilki zavіryuha old laughter
Filled with snow.
Fuck-tah-tah!
Fuck-tah-tah...
... So go with the sovereign crop -
Behind - a hungry dog,
In front - with a crooked ensign,
I behind the swirl of the invisible,
І in the form of cases of ailments,
The lower passage over the south,
Lower rossip perline,
At the white wine with trojans -
In front is Jesus Christ.
Block. twelve
Black evening.
White snow.
Wind, wind!
Do not stand on your feet man.
Wind, wind -
In all God's light!
Curling wind
White snow.
Under the snow - ice.
Slimy, hard
Every walker
Skovzit - ah, badolaha!
From bud_vl_ to bud_vl_
Stretched rope.
On the rope - poster:
"All the power of the Establishing Choices!"
Grandma is driven in - crying,
No idea what it means
What is this poster
Such a majestic klapot?
Skіlki used to be onuch for lads,
And the skin - loosening, razuty.
Granny, like a trigger,
De-not-yak rewound through the kuchuguru.
- Oh, Mother-protector!
- Oh, the bіshoviki marry a trunu!
The wind is cold!
Chi does not see frost!
I bourgeois at the crossroads
I hid my nose at the comir.
But who? - Dovge hairy
I seem in a singsong voice:
- Guards!
- Russia is dead! -
Mabut, a writer -
Vitya...
And he is a long-awaited -
On the side - for the kuguguru ...
What is unhappy,
Comrade pop?
Remember, yak used to be
Cherevy ishov in front,
I shone like a cross
Heart on the people?
He is a pan in doodle
Returned to the next:
- We were already crying, crying ...
slipped
I - bam - stretched out!
Hey, hey!
Pull, drink!
Wind of fun
I evil and radium.
twist the hems,
Mow passersby,
Rve, change and wear
Great Poster:
"All the power of the Establishing Choices" ...
І words to convey:
And there was a choice in us ...
... The axis of which booth ...
... Discussed -
Resolved:
For an hour - ten, for nothing - twenty-five ...
... And less - do not take anyone ...
...Let's go to sleep...
Sleepy evening.
Empty street.
One tramp
Slouch,
That whistle wind ...
Hey, badass!
Walk -
Let's kiss...
Bread!
What's ahead?
Come on in!
Black sky.
Anger, total anger
Boil at the breasts...
Black anger, holy anger...
Comrade! marvel
In both!
2
The wind is walking, the snow is fluttering.
Twelve people are coming.
Gvintivok black belts,
Navkolo - fire, fire, fire ...
At the teeth - a cigarette, accepting a cap,
On the back you need an ace of diamonds!
Freedom, freedom
Eh, eh, no cross!
Tra-ta-ta!
Cold, comrade, cold!
- And Vanka with Katka - at the tavern ...
- She has Kerenki in panchos!
- Vanyushka himself is now rich ...
- Buv our Vanka, and becoming a soldier!
- Well, Vanko, son of a bitch, bourgeois,
Mine, try, kiss!
Freedom, freedom
Eh, eh, no cross!
Katya and Vanka are busy -
Chem, who is busy?
Tra-ta-ta!
Navkolo - fire, fire, fire ...
Oblich - toweled belts...
Revolutionary Crook.
Nevgamovny do not sleep the enemy!
Comrade, trim the guinea pig, don’t sneer!
Palnemo kuleya at Holy Russia -
At the condo
I woke up
To the torso!
Eh, eh, no cross!
3
How did our lads send
At the red guard to serve -
At the red guard to serve -
Lay your head down!
Oh, woe-girke,
Licorice life!
torn coat,
Austrian towel!
We are on the mountain to all bourgeois
Svіtova pozhezha rozdmuhaemo,
Light burning in the blood
God bless!
4
Snіg twist, scorcher scream,
Vanka with Katka to fly
Electric lighter
On the shafts...
Ah, ah, fall!
Vіn at the soldier's overcoat
With physionomy without stupidity
Twist, twist the black wus,
So twist
That hot one...
Otak Vanka - vin broad-shouldered!
Axis so Vanka - win promotions!
Katka-fool embrace,
Requiring...
I threw myself into disguise,
Teeth shine with pearls.
Oh ti, Katya, my Katya,
Tovstomorenko...
5
You have it on your shoulders, Katya,
The scar did not heal from the knife.
You have under your breasts, Katya,
That bastard is fresh!
Eh, eh, dance!
More sore lower neck!
I went to the merezhivnіy bіliznі -
Walk, walk!
Fornicated with officers -
Get lost, get lost!
Eh, eh, ruin it!
My heart skipped a beat!
Remember, Katya, officer -
Not vt_k vіn vіd knife ...
Al did not guess, cholera?
What memory is not fresh?
Eh, eh, freshen up,
Sleep with yourself put!
She wore leggings,
Chocolate Mignon vents,
Went for walks as a junker -
Have you gone as a soldier now?
Eh, eh, err!
Be easier on the soul!
6
I’m starting to rush to rush to get together,
Fly, scream, rehearse scorcher...
Stay, stay! Andryukha, help me!
Petruha, kick your ass!
Fuck-tararah-tah-tah-tah-tah!
Twisted up to the sky snow powder!
Likhach - and with Vanka - Navtik ...
One more time! Ring the trigger!
Fuck it! You know
. . . . . . . . . . .
Like walking with someone else's girl!
Vtik, negidnik! Come on, shoot
I'll fix it tomorrow with you!
What about Katya? - Dead, dead!
Shot in the head!
What, Katko, are you glad? - No hoo-hoo...
Lie down, carrion, in the snow!
Trim the revolutionary crop!
Nevgamovny do not sleep the enemy!
7
I again go twelve,
Over the shoulder - towel.
Less at the bad vbivtsi
Don't call individuals...
Everything is better and better
Hurry up krok.
Wrapped a hustka on a shii -
Don't get upset...
- What, comrade, are you not cheerful?
- What, friend, are you taken aback?
- What, Petrukho, nіs povіsiv,
Chi Katka poshkoduval?
- Oh, comrade, dear,
Tsyu girl I love ...
Nichki black, hmilni
With respect to the girl ...
- Through remote work
In fiery її eyes,
Through the dzherel chervonoy
Beat of the right shoulder,
I ruined, foolish,
Having stocked up, I'm burning ... ah!
- Bach, bitch, curling a hurdy-gurdy,
What are you, Petko, babo, what's up?
- That's right, the soul navivorit
Thinking of a twist? Please!
- Keep up your position!
- Take control of yourself!
- Not this hour.
To babysit you!
More important will be the tractor
Us, dear comrade!
- I Petruha speaks
Weeping crumbs...
You throw off your wine head,
Vіn again merry...
Eh, eh!
Quiet is not a sin!
Flicker over the top
Nina will be robins!
Vіdmikayte lyokhi -
Walking Nina naked!
8
Oh, woe-girke!
Nudga is boring
Mortal!
Already I am
I'll go, I'll go...
Already I am tem'yanka
I sniffed, I sniffed...
Already I am sim'yachki
I'll get it, I'll get it...
I already have a knife
Stripe, stripe!
You fly, bourgeois, humpback!
Vip'yu krishku
For a sweetheart
Black-browed...
Rest, O Lord, your servant's soul...
9
Not sensitive to the noise of mіskogo,
Silence over the Neva vezha,
I don’t have more than a policeman -
Walk, lads, without wine!
Stand bourgeois at the crossroads
I in comir having buried the nose.
And the order is embossed with thick wool
Pіs, scho pіdіyshov hvіst, lousy.
Stand bourgeois, like a hungry dog,
Stay silent, like food.
I old world, like a dog without a root,
Stand behind him, blow your tail.
10
It played like a squirrel,
Oh, zaviryuha, oh, zaviryuha!
Do not bachiti zovsіm one alone
For chotiri kroki!
The snow curled like a funnel,
Rising up like a stump...
- Oh, blizzard yak, save!
- Petko! Hey, don't be fooled!
What did you save
Golden iconostasis?
Nesvidomy ty, right,
Razmirkuy, think cool -
Ali hands are not in the blood
Through Katchina Kokhannya?
- Croc on the revolutionary!
Close enemy nevgamovny!
Forward, forward, forward
Working people!
11
I go without the name of a saint
Mustache twelve - at a distance.
Ready for everything
Nothing wrong...
Steel twine
On the invisible enemy...
At the provulochka deaf,
De one to powder a blizzard ...
The one in kuchuguri downy -
Don't drag in a chobot...
In the eyes
Red ensign.
Lunaє
Peaceful rock.
Axis - roll over
Fierce enemy...
I zavіryuha saw them at the eyes
Days and nights
Without interruption...
Go-go,
Working people!
12
To go in the distance with a sovereign crop ...
- Who else is there? Get out!
Tse - wind from the chervonim ensign
I played in front.
In front - kugugura is cold,
- Who is in the bush - come out! ..
Only the zhebrak is hungry
Kovilya back ...
- Signatures of you, mangy,
I'm bugging!
The old world, like a lousy dog,
Fail - I'll beat you!
Bare teeth - Vovk hungry
Hvist podtisnuv - do not see -
A cold dog is a landless dog...
- Hey, guess who's going?
- Who is waving a red ensign there?
- Look, darkness!
- Who is there to walk with swedish croque,
Want for all the houses?
- All the same, I'll get you
Rather give me life!
- Hey, comrade, it will be nasty,
Get out, shoot hard!
Fuck-tah-tah! - І only the moon
Look at the houses.
Tilki zavіryuha old laughter
Filled with snow...
Fuck-tah-tah!
Fuck-tah-tah...
So go sovereign Croc,
Behind - a hungry dog,
In front - with a crooked ensign,
I behind the swirl of the invisible,
І in the form of cases of ailments,
The lower passage over the south,
Lower rossip perline,
At the white wine with trojans -
In front is Jesus Christ.
Black evening.
White snow.
Wind, wind!
Do not stand on your feet man.
Wind, wind -
In all God's light!
Curling wind
White snow.
Under the snow - ice.
Slimy, hard
Every walker
Skovzit - ah, badolaha!
From bud_vl_ to bud_vl_
Stretched rope.
On the rope - poster:
Grandma is driven in - crying,
No idea what it means
What is this poster
Such a majestic klapot?
Skіlki used to be onuch for lads,
And the skin - loosening, razuty ...
Granny, like a trigger,
De-not-yak rewound through the kuchuguru.
- Oh, Mother-protector!
- Oh, bіshoviki marry a trunu!
Wind cold!
Chi does not see frost!
I bourgeois at the crossroads
I hid my nose at the comir.
But who? - Dovge hairy
I seem to speak in a voice:
- Health guards!
- Russia is dead!
Mabut, writer -
Vitya...
And he is dovopoly -
A side and for a kuchuguru ...
What is not fun,
Comrade pop?
Remember, yak used to be
Cherevy ishov in front,
I shone like a cross
Heart on the people?
He is a pan in doodle
Returned to the next:
- We were already crying, crying ...
slipped
I - bam - stretched out!
Hey, hey!
Pull, drink!
The wind is cheerful.
I evil and radium.
twist the hems,
Mow the passersby.
Rve, me i wear
Great Poster:
"All the power of the Establishing Choices!"
І words to convey:
And there was a choice in us ...
... The axis of which booth ...
... Discussed -
Resolved:
For an hour - ten, for nothing - twenty five five.
... And don't take less from anyone ...
...Let's go to sleep...
Sleepy evening.
Empty street.
One tramp
Slouch,
That whistle wind ...
Hey, badass!
Come -
Let's kiss...
Bread!
What's ahead?
Come on in!
Black sky.
Anger, total anger
Boil at the breasts...
Black anger, holy anger...
Comrade! marvel
In both!
2
The wind is walking, the snow is fluttering.
Twelve people are coming.
Gvintivok black belts
Navkolo - fire, fire, fire ...
At the teeth of a cigarette, accepting a cap,
On the back you need an ace of diamonds!
Freedom, freedom
Eh, eh, no cross!
Tra-ta-ta!
Cold, comrades, cold!
And Vanka with Katka in a tavern ...
- She has Kerenki in panchos!
Vanyushka himself is now rich ...
- Buv our Vanka, and becoming a soldier!
Well, Vanko, bitch son, bourgeois,
Mine, try, kiss!
Freedom, freedom
Eh, eh, no cross!
Katya and Vanka are busy -
Chem, who is busy?
Tra-ta-ta!
Navkolo - fire, fire, fire ...
Oplіch - towel belts...
Revolutionary Crook.
Nevgamovny do not sleep the enemy!
Comrade, trim the guinea pig, don’t sneer!
Palnemo kuleya at Holy Russia -
At the condo
I woke up
To the torso!
Eh, eh, no cross!
3
How did our lads send
Serve with the Red Army
Serve with the Red Army
Lay your head down!
Oh, woe-girke,
Licorice life!
torn coat,
Austrian towel!
We are on the mountain to all bourgeois
Svіtova pozhezha rozdmuhaemo,
Light burning in the blood
God bless!
4
Snіg twist, scorcher scream,
Vanka with Katka to fly
Electric lighter
On the shafts...
Ah, ah, fall!
Vіn at the soldier's overcoat
With physionomy without stupidity
Twist, twist the black wus,
So twist
That hot one...
Axis so Vanka - vin broad-shouldered!
Axis so Vanka - win promotions!
Katka-fool embrace,
Requiring...
I threw myself into disguise,
Teeth shine with pearls.
Oh ti, Katya, my Katya,
Tovstomorenko...
5
You have it on your shoulders, Katya,
The scar did not heal from the knife.
You have under your breasts, Katya,
That bastard is fresh!
Eh, eh, dance!
More sore lower neck!
I went to the merezhivnіy bіliznі.
Walk, walk!
Fornicated with officers -
Get lost, get lost!
Eh, eh, ruin it!
My heart skipped a beat!
Remember, Katya, officer -
Not vt_k vіn vіd knife ...
Al did not guess, cholera?
What memory is not fresh?
Eh, eh, freshen up,
Sleep with yourself put!
She wore leggings,
Chocolate Mignon vents.
Went for walks as a junker -
Have you gone as a soldier now?
Eh, eh, err!
Be easier on the soul!
6
I’m starting to rush nazustrich with a streamer,
Fly, scream, scream scorcher...
Stay, stay! Andryukha, help me!
Petruha, kick your ass!
Fuck-tararah-tah-tah-tah-tah!
Twisted up to the sky snow powder!
Likhach - and z Vanka - navtok ...
One more time! Ring the trigger!
Fuck it! You know
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Like walking with someone else's girl!
Vtik, negidnik! Come on, shoot
I'll fix it tomorrow with you!
What about Katya? - Dead, dead!
Shot in the head!
What, Katko, are you glad? - No hoo-hoo...
Lie down, fall, on the snow!
Revolutionary Crook.
Nevgamovny do not sleep the enemy!
7
I again go twelve,
Over the shoulder - towel.
Less at the bad vbivtsi
Don't call individuals...
Everything is better and better
Hurry up krok.
Wrapped a hustka on a shii -
Don't get upset...
What, comrade, are you not cheerful?
- What, friend, are you taken aback?
- What, Petrukho, nіs povіsiv,
Chi Katka poshkoduval?
Oh, comrades, relatives,
Tsyu girl I love ...
Nichki black, hmilni
With respect to the girl ...
Through the bustle of the day
In fiery її eyes,
Through the birthplace of the red
Beat of the right shoulder,
I ruined, foolish,
Having stocked up, I'm burning ... ah!
Bach, bitch, winding the hurdy-gurdy,
What are you, Petko, babo, what's up?
- Virno soul navivorit
Thinking of a twist? Please!
- Keep up your position!
- Take control of yourself!
It's not like this,
To babysit you!
More important will be the tractor
Us, dear comrade!
I Petruha speaks
Weeping crumbs...
You throw off your wine head,
Vіn again merry...
Eh, eh!
Quiet is not a sin!
Zimikat over,
Nina will be robins!
Vіdmikaite lohi -
Walking Nina naked!
8
Oh, woe-girke!
Nudga is boring
Mortal!
Already I am
I'll go, I'll go...
Already I am tem'yanka
I sniffed, I sniffed...
Already I am sim'yachki
I'll get it, I'll get it...
I already have a knife
Stripe, stripe!
You fly, bourgeois, little funnel!
Vip'yu krishku
For a sweetheart
Black-browed...
Calm down, Lord, the soul of your servant ...
9
Not sensitive to the noise of mіskogo,
Silence over the Neva vezha,
I have no more than a policeman -
Walk, lads, without wine!
Stand bourgeois at the crossroads
I in comir having buried the nose.
And the order to snuggle with hard wool
Whist, scho pidishov, lousy dog.
Stand bourgeois, like a hungry dog,
Stay silent, like food.
I old world, like a dog without a root,
Stand behind him, blow your tail.
10
It played like a squirrel,
Oh, zaviryuha, oh, zaviryuha!
Do not bachiti zovsіm one alone
For chotiri kroki!
The snow curled like a funnel,
Rising up like a stump...
Oh, blizzard yak, save!
- Petko! Hey, don't be fooled!
What did you save
Golden iconostasis?
Nesvidomy ty, right,
Razmirkuy, think cool -
Ali hands are not in the blood
Through Katchina Kokhannya?
- Croc on the revolutionary!
Close enemy nevgamovny!
Forward, forward, forward
Working people!
11
I go without the name of a saint
Mustache twelve - at a distance.
Ready for everything
Nothing wrong...
Steel twine
On the invisible enemy...
At the provulochka deaf,
De one to powder a blizzard ...
The one in kuchuguri downy -
Don't drag in a chobot...
In the eyes
Red ensign.
Lunaє
Peaceful rock.
Axis - roll over
Fierce enemy...
I zavіryuha saw them at the eyes
Days and nights
Without interruption!
Go-go,
Working people!
12
To go in the distance with a sovereign crop ...
- Who else is there? Get out!
Tse - wind from the chervonim ensign
I played in front.
In front - the kugugura is cold.
- Who is in the bush - come out!
Only the zhebrak is hungry
Kovilya back ...
Signatures of you, mangy,
I'm bugging!
The old world, like a lousy dog,
Fail - I'll beat you!
Bare teeth - Vovk hungry
Khvist pіdtisnuv - not vіdstaє -
A cold dog is a bezridny dog.
- Hey, guess who's going?
Who is waving a red ensign there?
- Look, darkness!
- Who is there to walk with swedish croque,
Want for all the houses?
Anyway, I'll get you
Rather give me life!
- Hey, comrade, it will be nasty,
Get out, shoot hard!
Fuck-tah-tah! - І only the moon
Look at the houses.
Tilki zavіryuha old laughter
Filled with snow...
Fuck-tah-tah!
Fuck-tah-tah!
... So go with the sovereign crop -
Behind is a hungry dog.
In front - with a crooked ensign,
I behind the swirl of the invisible,
І in the form of cases of ailments,
The lower passage over the south,
Lower rossip perline,
At the white wine with trojans -
In front is Jesus Christ.
In the twentieth century, Russia went through an impersonal trial: coups d'état, change in the regime of power, revolution after revolution... A restless hour, dictating one's mind, and changing one's mind in a supple and political life. The "ruler of thoughts" - literature - was taken for the accomplishment of the riches of the day. Talanovites were staged differently before the revolution. Some did not accept it and left their native lands, others were left behind and longed for a better change. Oleksandr Blok sang that it is necessary to hear the revolution with all your heart and witness, for a new one - "music, like the one who can whistle, feel guilty."
History of creation sing "Twelve". Appreciation of the poet, criticism
Tvіr buv writings after the lute and Blok himself knows that the poem was formed in a new arc, even writing її, perebovayuchi at the translator's change. Having written a bunch of wines around the stanza, and then picking them up in a single composition, and as a result, I was amazed, as there is little in it that has been christened. Tsikavo, scho poema grew up in all s kіlkoh sliv ("I already striped with a knife, striped"), 8 stanzas appeared for such mittevo. Stood zavіryushnі sіchnevі days, and tsey mood sings carried through the weight of his tvіr. The poem to Blok could not have been saved to this day, the author’s shards at the deathbed of madder, so that the team of Lyubov Mendelievna burned his child, but didn’t kill him. Oleksandr Oleksandrovich vmit pretending to be the enemy of the people and poets, for which Mykola Gumilyov vinis yoma virok: service to the Antichrist, the second time he shot the sovereign.
Get paid off Petrograd. Vіє zaviryuha, through the yak a little cry, heather. In the night place, the ruins of the twelve Red Army soldiers are collapsing - so are the titles of fighters from the old world, like they mercilessly shoot and all fall down on their way. One of them, sensitive Vanka, beats his girlfriend Katya and lives through her death for a year, but the comrades punish you with strength: "not such an hour to babysit you." Zagіn ahead of the hulks about the future robbery: stink to blame everything that tells them about the old world. They forget about God, go "without the name of a saint" and Pettsі, what to pray, tell fortunes, what is the "shelter of a girl" on the new one, which means that there is no trace of the help of the Lord for you. Prote in the last, twelfth division of Vin says: "At the white wine of the Trojans in Front - Jesus Christ." Whoever is a ryativnik or a destroyer, - I don’t give a block of replies, to that sense finale sing "The Twelve" is interpreted in a different way.
Image of Jesus
The appearance of Christ at the finale is a manifestation of the unstoppable; A hundred years have passed since the writing was finished, and the literary scholars still look at the chain of food and hang a sprat of good fortune. Jesus ocholyu died of the Red Guards and led them to the new world - evil-doers became saints. The rest of the successors are aware that these are the apostles, that they direct the revolutionary line under the wire of Peter. Mikhailo Voloshin sings that the image of Christ in the poem "The Twelve" was carried out with a different method: the wine does not rip the folds, but, on the contrary, it smears itself in the sight of the new one. Pavlo Florensky gave up respect for the change in the name of Jesus - at the block of wines "Isus", prote not varto be naivnimi and admit that the pardon was allowed vipadkovo. Zagin is a very antichrist, who is also omnipotent, indifferent "and invisible behind the swirl".
Composition
"The Twelve" є vіdpovіddu on the music of the revolution, considered by Blok, and the musicality of creation is reached by a clear rhythm. Poema is not similar to the previous creations of Oleksandr Oleksandrovich, and he sings no matter how he searches for a new form, so that he can succeed with success. Futurist Volodymyr Mayakovsky will continue the tradition of marching forward in his creative work. The poem is composed of twelve different parts according to the shape, as if they were tied together and become a single whole. If you analyze the poem "The Twelve", you can reveal three specks between the stanzas, as inserted by the editors after publication - obviously, the censors respected for the need to omit the words of the month. In singing moments, there is an opportune part of going to another plane, and subdivisions are described in dialogues and monologues. The rhyme is inconsistent, but for the next few episodes it’s dumb, often interrupting the shooter - “fuck-tah-tah!”
Particularities of the mov at the poem "The Twelve"
The greatest symbolist of the 20th century - Oleksandr Blok - has reached a turning point in creativity. He sings, having previously written verses about women and kohannya, he begins to sing with new themes, and the onset of the revolution, after having reconsidered the motives of his creativity. Even more unimaginable - Blok wrote її at porivі ochіkuvan, passions and choosing mіsky folklore, not obscuring the pose of respect to instill space and lail vocabulary. The phrase "Chocolate "Mignon" vents" belong to Lyubov Mendeliev. Poviya Katya at Blok is "tovstomordenka", likhtar is "electric", junkers is "junker", and Rus is "tovstozada". The author miraculously conveyed the flavor of street life, but, having done a new analysis of the song "The Twelve", you can reveal and cry phrases. The stanza "... Wind, wind - in all God's world!" nevdovzі became prislіv'yam.
Tse mysterious number - twelve ...
By burying the history of the writing, you can bring out some super meaningful moments. In the history of light culture, there are deeds of number, the peculiarity of which was marked by ancient people: some stinks brought success, others - misfortune. The number 12 is a special cosmic order that is common in European, Chinese, Vedic and pagan cultures. Shards in Russia since the tenth century have been preaching Christianity, calling out the sacred meaning of the number of Christians. Otzhe, 12 - the entirety of the apostles of Jesus, 12 fruits of the spirit, 12 colonies of Israel; at the foundation of the Holy City lay 12 gates of that stone, which is also symbolic. So we can see that this figure is often more common not only in religion, but also in the everyday life of a person. For 12 years, three days and nights, 12 months on the river. In Ancient Greece and Rome itself, such a number of the main gods sat on Olympus.
Twelve - the number is truly unimaginable and mysterious, but Oleksandr Blok himself was ahead of the fact that the poem is even more symbolic, and whether it is a symbol, that tension can be interpreted differently. Possibly, a sensational date in some way realistic, shards at the time of the revolution, the Chervonogvardiysky patrols actually had 12 cases each.
Two Lights in Creation
Standing against the colossal and the new hour is the main theme of the Twelve. Block bachiv at the revolution "clearing the spiritual swamp" and sacredly believing that it's too early to be able to. The old world with yoga pіdvalins was not judged for a long time - for the sake of change, the soul is ready to make sacrifices. Poema pochinaєtsya z khurtovini, yak and є way coup. "Wind, wind - in all God's world!" - Against the wind of the change, which nibi shoveled not only Russia, but the whole world, you can’t stand up. Twelve Red Army men go across the khurtovin, not being afraid of anything. The old world is powerless before the new one, and the promoters of the revolution are just as uncivilized and unstriking.
Democracy or anarchy?
Twelve Chervonoarmiytsiv - branded image and sing "Twelve". The stench is irreconcilable to the old pіdvalin - go, and їm all baiduzh. The stench is a reflection of the true individual of the revolution, as if he takes everything in his own way, just like a khurtovin. The Chervonogvardiytsy are ahead of the meshkantsiv zamikati "on top" and vіdmikati lohi, shards "they will be robberies." Similar wiguks symbolize anarchy, but not the struggle of the proletariat for the best life. The stench is resenting the old world, but what can they propagate? Ruinyuchi, stink ready bachiti. It doesn't seem like a stink: "We are our new world zbuduemo, let's create!" Analysis sing the "Twelve" to allow babchiti in the pits, which are expected, the death of the country. The indispensability of the revolution is confirmed by the grandmother, yak, raising the poster "All power - Settlement Choices!" From such a majestic klapt, it would be possible to sew shoes for the lads, even in the last hungry and cold hours, if "whether it be - razdagnie, razut", the powers need to fight for the well-being of the people.
Now the church has been spared its colossal dominion. Oleksandr Blok depicts the priest, like, as before, "with a neck in front" and beaming with a cross, now it's like that, like a mustache, a supporter of the Red Guards, and the stench is turning up to the new "comrade pip." The new government does not need a church that faith, and the Red Guards call to shoot at Holy Russia from the gvintivka.
What do you sacrifice for?
For the revolution, the life of one person does not mean anything on the aphids of the all-world swirl. If one of the twelve Chervonoarmiytsiv on the name of Petka viciously beats his girlfriend Katya, you start to vote, not believing in those who are coming. In the eyes of eleven others, I look weak, because it’s not easy to relax at such an important moment, if the share of Russia is violating.
Katya is a symbol of all human waters, an anti-heroine, like walking with junkers, lying to the skin in a soft way. Vaughn "wore gaiters, mignons" chocolate, and, in a flash, was an atypical representative of a Russian woman. Possibly, the poem to Blok was written to confirm that such people, like Katya, can rightly be sacrificed for the sake of the revolution.
Chaos and harmony: what can we overcome?
The old world is miserable, and the wines cannot be more. Vin axis-axis is called. The author of porivnyu yogo with the image of a bezridny dog, which is to stand behind the bourgeoisie, pidibgavshi tail. The struggle is three times not long: the darkness of the future has already passed, but can you see the light? What checks the people after tsієї khurtovini? The Chervonogvardiytsy say more ruination, even if it is not possible to respect the bright future, awakened on the blood. Viroblyayuchy analysis sing "The Twelve", you can not help but remember that in the country the storm is calming down, and the revolutionary people are going in the future with the "sovereign crochet" at the escort of the "white wine of the Trojans". Tse є Jesus Christ. Yogo raptov’s appearance declared order and hope for those who would be taken for ruin, and the people to gain strength mustache at the revival of Russia. It turns out that harmony will not be born out of chaos. For the sake of a happy life, you are ready to drive in and die yourself.
Rozcharuvannya at the changers
The revolution of Oleksandr Blok can be equalized with the elements, like, if you want and purify the world, but for the time being you can’t build up to creation. Stare zruynovane, scarlet new, zbudovane on the blood, nothing more beautiful. If Blok Oleksandr chequed the revolution, believing it, saying: "Those, who beat the music, will feel the death of a deep soul, if not today, then tomorrow"; pіznіshe, rozcharuvavsya at zminakh, ceasing a little "music of the revolution". It is possible to grow visnovoks, that it is not possible to make anything new with the path of ruin - it is better to save and rehabilitate those that were going on along the ridges with a rich capital.