Release of Sounds Part III
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Even if it swells, he knows the iron
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How much we rush in the Zone What we do not drink, then we are treated
Vladivostok Detachment
How Butter Cuts Waves "Thunderbolt".
With a high nose, fine, stately.
He leads his comrades to battle,
To a terrible battle. For a feat of arms.
Behind him "Russia", the elder sister,
As in her youth is strong and beautiful.
Dressed in gray sloping sides.
All in spray, like a sea diva.
The last "Rurik". Whom the
Sailors called "the old grandfather" not in vain:
He sailed the seas, He
saw life and distant lands.
Though the ship has become decrepit, but on it
Smoke does not come out of the pipes, only, It
trembles, like over a raging fire
Hot air, hot in the furnaces.
And somewhere out there, on the distant shores,
That stay in the morning peace,
Water boils from explosions and propellers -
Squadrons converged in the Yellow Sea.
There the ships are fighting a fierce battle, They
showered each other with blows.
The knocked out ones burn, break the formation,
At the bottom of the sea they fall asleep forever.
* * *
They rush to meet the cruiser
all night long . And with the first rays,
In the transparent haze of the early morning
Kamimura squadron met
Twice as many of them? There is no time to count!
Whistle upstairs! Add a couple!
If it's time to die,
Let us die. Glory to the Fatherland.
A volley roars, the Japanese answer,
"Iwate" burns, smoke on "Azuma".
Jessen is told by the signalman:
"On the" Rurik "honking" we burn "
lag behind the old man, unable to keep up with it
This was a terrible fight young
Korma he began to dig into the water,
steering wheel is damaged, guns thunder subsided.
Like a crow that smells death
And is no longer afraid of a wounded lion, the
Japanese press harder and
harder Rush to break
quickly The flames are raging everywhere.
It devours people. Those who have not died will burn.
Portholes, like candles melting,
Outboard water on the deck is boiling.
A ship doomed to perish
Fire leads to the accursed enemy
And hits! Although it is poorly visible -
Gunpowder covers the clouds The
carriage is broken, but no for the gunners
Reasons to stop the shooting The
hot barrel is stubbornly carried in the hands The
supports quickly make it
* * *
The flag at the stern flutters as before
But comrades are no longer visible in the darkness.
The sailors of "Rurik", having given up hope,
Decided to die on the ship.
You can't blow it up - the cords burned out in the fire,
And a loud cry flies through the compartments:
“Open the kingstones, brothers! Hurry up!
Our old man will not bow to the Japanese! "
And now the sea rustled in the compartments
With a terrible whistle, the heat in the fireboxes extinguishes the
water seething in the cabins, in the corridors,
And quickly extinguishes the maddened fire
A cruiser
sank into the abyss of the waves Killed, he took the wounded with him.
Now they will be together forever,
At the bottom, the last will find peace.
And those sailors that survived
and are still kept afloat
, "Hurray!" Shouted, how many forces,
tears fell down into the murky tide
when the sea closed in on the top masts
"Proschan, our grandfather!" shouted the sailors
To the Japanese they turned their eyes
And in rage clenched their fists
* * *
In the port of Vladivostok, on the pier
You will visit. You will see a long raid
Where the quiet waves lull, shake
Rows of mighty, formidable ships You will
see how the exercises are going on
And if you're lucky, you will see for yourself
How the ships leave the harbor
Raising like hands, masts to heaven
Listen to the wind that plays the jack
And how the wave rustles against the gray side
And after that, remember the glorious, Russian
sailors who did not return to the port
Easier, more fun.
Monitorous knight
I am brave and courageous
Strong, but at the same time
I am disfigured by
Great intellect
I sit, reflect -
These abilities I
easily show
I only on the Internet
I could be a freak
At the entrance of my
family Hit in the face
And throw out the
guys in the alley
I could answer:
"Silence , idiots!
I will not give a cigarette! "
I turn white as chalk
With only one thought
That I am so brave
I got out into the street ...
The poet's soul seeks light
and even though he wanders in the darkness
He seeks and will find answers
And he will be rewarded It
took a long time to wander
But the poet always found
What he came back for
From ashes, smoke and fire
Throwing back the canopy of madness
In his eyes he looked at fear
And he realized how strange It was
that he stayed here for so long
He had to run, rush about
He had to look for himself
It was not necessary to isolate
It is not necessary to withdraw into yourself
You are looking for light
....................... I am sorry for you
You can only find it
................ .......................... killing yourself
Breaking all connection with the real world of darkness
Where light is not listed in the configs
......... .......................................... what will you achieve?
After all, knowing the answers is not a reward
The light will fade
......................... your soul will not be happy
Only a short euphoric moment
.............. ........................... but he's not worth it right
Heavy Learning el
.............. ................... an intoxicating insidious poison
Your phoenix is ​​the son of depression, wanderings and diseases
He returned to the dust, realizing that here he is useless
Throwing back the canopy of madness
In his eyes he looked at fear
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Privateers
Our old sail in the
wind Torn sheet.
Bloodthirsty Spaniards
Somewhere astern.
We shouldn't have listened to John,
We rushed forward.
A volley from the galleon's guns
Broke our side.
Knippel mizzen cut down How
far will you go?
All the good that was in the hold was
Thrown under the knife.
Behind the stern, like blots of soot.
Black bodies.
Then the Lord will punish.
Today we do not care.
And from the abyss after the living
Demons go
As if oil cut veins
Blood thick drink
Our schooner felt better -
Changed the tack.
Yes, sharks will devour us all,
But, not this time.
We are lost in the world of dreams,
Now I sit in the valley of tears ..
And to the castle of the Red Queen,
I will not return without the Red Maiden ... It
remains to wait for it to melt,
While my soul suffers,
After all, without her I will not be,
And my heart will not will deceive ..
These spirits do not see me,
after all, I will not offend even flies,
but there is a habit to disappear,
For everyone, the habit is revenge,
And the cards are divided by the suit,
People are vices, maybe passion,
Hatred, anger and this torment,
To which my parting leads. ..
But I am Cheshire, the keeper of pain,
but only with love I am in bondage ...
_Illusion_
No matter how much you fight with me, I will
still make my way into your brain,
Well, you can do it, brainworm. Plus sign for honesty
UG
Dull gamna, it is innocent, it is -
Shyly-directly-unintentionally,
And to reproach him, perhaps, is tantamount to
Reading a puddle,
Made by a silly puppy.
It is the same innocent and pure
In its repression into our world,
Like the salt of the tears that
you felt with your lips on the cheek of your beloved ,
At that last meeting of parting
Allowed out of pity for you,
With her departure "to more serious problems."
But what can I say, let you remember hundreds of times
That her eyes prayed - do not say anything,
And asked to let go in spite of everything
You will smile, what is there, recognizing.
Oh yes, you recognize its touching features.
Familiar as the world, that simplicity and inevitability of
His universal worldly serenity
To the breakdowns of all timid hopes, that belonging to the
Eternally modest dull gamna.
Likewise, when the next Homnofront
or Fir3 you see rolled up in rude,
You will be prepared by hundreds of examples
And, as it were, "from frustrations about" vaccinated,
Never mind, but skipping above.
Let Gamna serves as a magnet
to his dismay does have other,
You're just a page chuckle perelistnosh
After you his obsessive dismay not broken,
and even an iota not coerced by
you as a rock - sided contemplative
and "From frustration over the" vaccinated ...
* **
****
You no longer dream of me at night,
I forgot about you for a long time,
Let at least a mile between us,
You will not come to my sleep anyway.
And a long time ago I took out a splinter,
I could not get it, In a
hot summer, whether a fierce frost
I don’t need to run from you.
Will you spill like a river in the spring,
Will you become a rock on the way,
You are indifferent to me, God is with you,
I can go another path.
And someone like that will flicker in the crowd, The
heart will not be beaten as a bird again,
For me, you are an ordinary passer-by,
Dead love rests.
In the past, maybe he could offend me,
But not now, not destined.
How can I love or hate?
For me, you are zero a long time ago.
******
Steve Hawking
Give me mom back.
Back to the singularity I want
It was warm and pleasant
There was everything on my shoulder
There were powerless gods -
That world did not know the gods.
And the roads were opened -
Without rules and without fools
In its event horizon
How the world lived in a cocoon
Without stupid bloodsheds
Didn't get angry and didn't suffer
No time and space
No field and no particles.
No honor and betrayal,
No countries and no borders.
* * *
Legs will get tired of old age,
I will find an old boat I will
leave hopes, worries
On a gray, empty shore
Where the radiance of the sky fades,
Silently yearns alone - The
Black Kingdom of Erebus -
The mysterious hole of the
Galaxy and nebula -
Waves behind
And I will smile with joy -
If I see you
And busting fatigue
I will say, without concealing anything:
"Hello, my singularity!
Hello ... Here I am. "
in memory of one song and a person ....
***
I won't say, it's the opposite,
my life is a simple set of notes,
how to love without quarreling at all,
with each plot there are more problems, I
want the sun, but it is raining,
hiding in every crowd leader,
only failures every day,
getting out of bed is so lazy,
where inspiration and thoughts are mine,
and there are battles in my head,
when you get lost in that web,
friends run away, you alone are in the picture,
When I get bored I go home,
everyone has forgotten , but after all alive,
no one calls, and in my soul there is the Internet,
life has been going on like this for many years,
But I don’t give up, it makes sense to live,
until you leave, cherish you,
my dream will begin, when I die, the
pain will end, I will forget the game .. !!
***
*****
Who? He knows
Who, who, and you would be silent,
You stole all my poems,
Scrabble, what eh, cats in my soul,
What do I not write to you already?
Is it boring on the site
? Or is there not enough mats?
Hungry very much, eh,
Green, fat, cunning troll?
Forget what I wrote about you,
You, alas, did not know at all,
When I found out, I was horrified,
As if I woke up from a dream.
Do not strain, just know,
I will not return to your site.
I already gave life to him,
But for him I died.
I do not even visit you,
And you wash my bones,
And if it were not for me,
Your site would not even live a day.
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