Naum Moiseyevich Korzhavin. (№ 286175)

All for you. Be proud of the Motherland.
Understand, forgive them this zeal:
The idiocy of peasant life
I wanted them eradicated.
To end power - ancient power
Things to select their.
And with her lead the way to happiness
Columns in close formation.
They all hurt: snow and wind
Laws, mind, laughter, spring,
To his own conscience... Everything.
With everything in the world was at war.
They led was one in Russia
Happy days drawing simple.
The whole life plan...
But the life - element.
Tore plan. Broke system.
Was torn from his hands. Was at. Ill.
But the same slogan was: "Give!"...
Knives on the living body
They draw a drawing.
Even on sand - and building the building.
Who dare - the right.
They are for a reason
Seemed a little compassion.
Cheating debt - kindness.
No wonder used - in the waiting
His unfulfilled destiny
Consider
loyalty test
The cruelty of the class struggle.
Fight!
They deified
Her from morning till dusk.
And each other was set
People just walked it.
And life ruining, destroying
Words - communication nature.
They were surrounded by empty darkness.
The harder believed in words.
Yet with great effort,
Tired of the blood and worries,
Came to win...
Won. -
Themselves and whole nation.