Петербургская свадьба

Rang bells . And the horses in hot soap
Tachanka suffered towards the virgin .
You, my poor friend , that night blinded
Two black lantern embossed under the pince-nez.
There was a struggle for death. They fought for a place
And right nablevat the wedding table .
Hurry up to be everything at once , forcing the bride,
Fired at random and climbed through.

Today, the city has become your holiday cards .
Classic union cloves and bayonet.
Darned tight , harsh , red thread
All gaps in your rotten coat.

Under radioudar Moscow tocsin
On the marriage sheets that dry in the corners,
Expanded blood as a symbol of passionate date
Mixed in wine muddle .

My friend , other here. We are not far from them .
Zealous eunuchs . Dumb bowstring .
Kalechnyh palaces stretched to the sky shoulders.
The wound has Neva into the empty sleeve .

Turning the cheek rain in traces of past in the face.
B kept us trouble as we keep .
But the memory of spoiling for a fight , and turns, as a counter ,
Coming down on you and turns into a halo.

That is so twisted and tightly knotted Us
Beautiful scarlet bow sprinkling bandage.
A wedding in the funnels was flying stations .
And trembled way. And send a cross.

Baleen & quot; cheers & quot; stranger, ill will
Berthelot bot Peter as a squirrel in a cage.
Looking for wind Nevsky yes at the Elysee field
And get used to call the Fontanka - Yenisei.

You drive under the bridge teeth loose plaster ,
But dome forehead bursting from sepulchral melancholy.
Thunderstorm, and we salute ! - And we fly over St. Petersburg ,
In lattice nightmares bumping spire line.

Flying through the times that bent
Land of the ram's horn , and drank from it.
All drank it - and we're sipped
For conscience and for fear. For all for those who

Rough tongue licked blockade .
For those who do not have time to say goodbye , leaving .
My friend dropped his pants and naked Summer Garden
Accept his guilt under the rods of rain .

Trampling prohibition, rain in the marble basin
Pours black and thick autumn brew .
My friend & quot; Fatherland & quot; repeats as & quot; Our Father & quot ;,
But something of himself sending him in pursuit .

Outside the windows - a salute . King -Pushkin in the new frame.
Deceased do not drink , but we would not shed .
Double-headed eagle with wings timeworn
Can not be divided between a crown .

The similarity of the star in the image stub .
Lights up , my friend, calmer , do not rush .
My poor friend , from the depths of your soul
Knocks hoof heart of St. Petersburg .