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Liquid ringing, meager ringing.
To all sides I'm curtsying.
Cry of infant, cow's roar.
The tsar's daring word.
Lashes' whistling, snow full of blood.
The dark word of Love.
The pigeons' quiet noise.
The Shooter's black eyes.
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Жидкий звон, постный звон.
На все стороны — поклон.
Крик младенца, рёв коровы.
Слово дерзкое царёво.
Плёток свист и снег в крови.
Слово тёмное Любви.
Голубиный рокот тихий.
Чёрные глаза Стрельчихи.
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Москве. 1. Когда рыжеволосый Самозванец...
Москве. 2. Гришка-Вор тебя не ополячил...
Москве. 3. Жидкий звон, постный звон...
«To G. V. Darkness has covered the room an’ / it’s quiet and still as can be. / Good heavens! Your Majesty Woman, / you really want to see me? / / Lighting is muddy in here, / the walls have a leakage trace... / Your Majesty Woman! Oh dear! / How did you get to this place? / ...»
«The eyes of fear are big, / while those of happiness are round, / festivities and injuries cause wrinkles on the face... / They started playing Bach / as the conductor quietly came out, / and everything calmed down, and all was back in place...»
«Now do hear the sound of trampling boots? / And do you see the birds fly off like mad / and women stare scrutinising routes? / I think you know what they are staring at. / / Now do hear the sound of drum-beat bass? / The soldiers have to say their good-byes... / The squadron leaves to...»
«The music of the soul is flat, / the music of attack is loud; / but make no haste about that, / you may be wrong in making out / that music of attack is loud, / and music of the soul is flat. / / The louder is the attack, / the sweeter are the lights around; / and that’s the way...»