The poet byshev: «I looked into the eyes of the terrible Hardship and horror stunned: Released from hell Russia. Suddenly I became white as a sheet»

MEMORY OF KHOMA BRUT

I looked into the eyes of the terrible Wii

And from the horrors stunned:

Released from hell Russia.

Suddenly I became white as a sheet.

I wanted to scream: «What are you, demons? —

After all, she’s a vampire, God knows!

She forever there is no forgiveness, believe!..»

But not a word to utter but could not.

The coffin in which sat an old woman,

Teeth rock, bore vampires.

And whispered a voice in my ear:

«Don’t look at her, don’t look!..»

With a cry of «With us demonic power!»

The witch pulled the hand forward.

So many of the boys she killed…

Know and my turn to occur.

Woe, sinful me to the poor man!..

Suddenly a terrible howl pierced the gloom:

«Here it is, my main enemy, the ghouls!

Let there be no mercy for him!»

Before I could even blink an eye

And to call out to the heavenly host,

As all the evil spirits attacked at once

At me and let’s tear to shreds…

Then I woke up… the Sun blood

Rose up to the scream of Raven.

And I sighed: «How glorious, Free,

What a nightmare this was just a dream!»




The poet byshev: «I looked into the eyes of the terrible Hardship and horror stunned: Released from hell Russia. Suddenly I became white as a sheet» 27.09.2017

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