On Sunday with my sister
We left the yard.
- I'll take you to the museum! -
My sister told me.
Here we go through the square
And we finally enter
To a big, beautiful red house,
Looks like a palace.
Moving from hall to hall,
People are moving here.
The whole life of a great leader
Stands in front of me.
I see the house where Lenin grew up,
And that certificate of merit
What did you bring from the gymnasium?
Ulyanov high school student.
Here the books are lined up -
He read them as a child,
Above them many years ago
He thought and dreamed.
Since childhood, he dreamed of
So that on our native land
A man lived by his own labor
And he was not in bondage.
Days behind days, years after years
They pass in succession,
Ulyanov is learning, growing,
Goes to a secret meeting
Ulyanov is young.
He was seventeen,
Seventeen years in total
But he is a fighter! And that's why
The king is afraid of him!
An order is sent to the police:
“Grab Ulyanov!”
And so he was expelled for the first time,
Must live in the village.
Time passes. And again
He is where life is in full swing:
Goes to speak to the workers,
He speaks at meetings.
Does he go to his relatives?
Is he going to the factory?
The police are everywhere behind him
He follows and doesn’t lag behind...
Again a denunciation, again a prison
And deportation to Siberia...
Winter is long in the north,
Taiga both far and wide.
A light flickers in the hut,
The candle burns all night.
More than one sheet of paper has been written on
By the hand of Ilyich.
How could he speak?
How they believed him!
What space could he open?
Both heart and mind!
This speech is not a few brave ones
On the path of life
I was able to captivate, I was able to ignite,
Lift and lead.
And those who listened to the leader
They followed him forward
Sparing neither strength nor life
For the truth, for the people!..
We are moving to a new room,
And loudly, in silence:
- Look, Svetlana, -
I said, -
Picture on the wall!
And in the picture - that hut
Off the Finnish coast,
In which our beloved leader
Hidden from enemies.
Scythe, and rake, and ax,
And the old oar...
How many years have passed since then
How many winters have passed!
It’s impossible in this kettle,
Must be heating the water
But as we wish, friends,
Look at the teapot!
We see the city of Petrograd
In the seventeenth year:
The sailor is running, the soldier is running,
They shoot on the move.
A worker drags a machine gun.
Now he will enter the battle.
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!
Down with the landowners!”
Carried by detachments and regiments
Kumach cloths,
And ahead are the Bolsheviks,
Ilyich's guards.
October! Forever overthrown
power
Bourgeois and nobles.
So in October the dream came true
Workers and peasants.
The victory was not easy,
But Lenin led the people
And Lenin saw far away,
For many years to come.
And the correctness of your ideas -
Great person -
He is all working people
United forever.
How dear any object is to us,
Stored under glass!
An object that has been warmed
His hands are warm!
A gift from my fellow countrymen,
Red Army gift -
Overcoat and helmet. He accepted them as the first commissioner.
Feather. He took it in his hands
Sign the decree.
Watch. From them he recognized
When to go to the Council.
We see Ilyich's chair
And a lamp on the table.
With this lamp at night
He worked in the Kremlin.
I have seen more than one sunrise here,
I read, dreamed, created,
Answered letters from the front,
I talked to friends.
Peasants from distant villages
They came here for the truth,
We sat down with Lenin at the table,
We had a conversation with him.
And suddenly we meet the guys
And we get to know friends.
That's a squad of young Leninists
I came to the museum for a gathering.
Under the banner of Lenin they
They rise solemnly,
And they swore an oath to the Party
Solemnly give:
“We swear to live like this in the world,
How the great leader lived
And also serve the Motherland,
How Lenin served her!
We swear by Lenin's path -
There is no straighter way! -
For the wise and dear leader -
Follow the Party!”
Oh, you ghouls, you little ghouls, little fuckers
Again, women's affairs with my sweetie
This means my vacations are legal
we sleep on different sheets like strangers
I frowned, I was lying in bed and farting
I'm on a leash, I'm holding him on the head, I'm hitting him
Like, calm down, Christian, don’t drink..oh I’m united
Well, he’s a son of a bitch, and he keeps threatening me with a club.
The housekeeper will fasten the bed, it’s windy outside the window
something needs to be done urgently and immediately
You can really punch it, but what the hell?
if there is a legal marriage and it is healthy if
We married for love, not for laziness
Do you hear Dusya, show miracles and fantasies
You know, a woman is not a man, and a rooster is not a hen
he'll lie down for another night and poke around his neighbor's
He will please her with a bolt and use his tongue
Who knows how everything will turn out in life later?
Maybe there will be a loaf, or maybe some dry bread
Well, come on, come on, come on, oh my darling!!!
In the museum...
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On Sunday with my wife
We ate some wine.
- I'll take you to the museum,
My wife told me.
Oh, what is my fault?!
- Shut up, I'm tired of listening,
I have leisure to sort out your idiotic affairs,
It's your fault that you always want to eat!
She said and dragged me into the museum.
We came to the museum, and there were people there,
Sailors, soldiers,
There is a poster: “Down with the gentlemen!”
And other crap!
I posed the question bluntly:
- I’ll go home now!
A soldier is running, a sailor is running,
They shoot on the move.
A worker drags a machine gun
Now he will enter the battle,
Suddenly swearing loudly, like it’s bent! -
I stepped into the shit with my foot!
Ilyich came
I pushed everyone away
Climbed onto the armored car.
The bourgeois threw a brick at him,
But, it’s a pity - I didn’t get it!
Some evil Bolshevik
(OMON or Special Forces)
Instantly emerged from the crowd,
The bourgeois nodded at once.
I shout to my wife: “They’ll tear our jaws apart!”
I was right, even though I was drunk,
So in October power fell
Landowners, nobles.
The victory was not easy,
I took my wife home
Although the museum is nearby,
I won't go there!
Poet S-wound
Somewhere across the river a rooster crowed,
The cow farted and the wick went out,
Robinson woke up, scratched his balls,
Fucked himself out of bed and began the story.
We sailed on the sea,
There was a ninth point.
The captain, the idiot, ran away from the ship.
We were carried out to sea without a captain,
It hit the rocks and was smashed to pieces.
Nine days of torment
My whole dick was wet.
Only on the tenth day did the island become visible.
So that the animals wouldn't eat me, I climbed up a palm tree.
I fucked myself out of there and climbed back in.
By noon I saw a thieves savage.
He's all decorated from face to face.
Straw on the head, ring on the dick
And the left egg was pierced with a spear.
I'm not confused
Quickly climbed down from the palm tree,
I hit him in the balls and climbed in again.
At noon a flock of savages came running.
They chewed up a palm tree and gave us pussy...
The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal distribution of goods; the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal distribution of misery (Winston Churchill)
The October Revolution of 1917 took place on October 25 according to the old style or November 7 according to the new style. The initiator, ideologist and main protagonist of the revolution was the Bolshevik party RSDLP (b) (Russian Social Democratic Bolshevik Party), led by Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov (party pseudonym Lenin) and Lev Davidovich Bronstein (Trotsky). As a result, power changed in Russia. Instead of a bourgeois one, the country was led by a proletarian government.
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Sergey Yesenin
Now October is not the same
It's not the same October now.
In a country where bad weather whistles,
Roared and howled
October is like a beast
October of the seventeenth year.
I remember creepy
Snowy day.
I saw him with a dull glance.
The iron shadow hovered
"Over the darkened Petrograd."
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Everyone already sensed the thunderstorm,
Everyone already knew something
They knew
It's not in vain, you know, they're taking you
Turtle soldiers made of steel.
Scattered...
Sit down in a row...
The public's nerves are trembling...
And someone suddenly tore down the poster
From the walls of the cowardly establishment.
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12.
And it began...
Eyes darted
Civil war grief,
And the smoke of the fiery Aurora
The iron dawn has risen.
The fateful fate has come to pass,
And over the country to the screams of “mat”
The fire inscription shot up:
"Council of Workers' Deputies".
1924
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The government still met in the Winter Palace, but it had already become only a shadow of its former self. Politically it no longer existed. During October 25, the Winter Palace was gradually cordoned off by our troops from all sides. At one o'clock in the afternoon I reported to the Petrograd Soviet on the state of affairs. Here's how the newspaper report portrays it:
“On behalf of the Military Revolutionary Committee, I declare that the Provisional Government no longer exists. (Applause.) Individual ministers have been arrested. (“Bravo!”) Others will be arrested in the coming days or hours. (Applause.) The revolutionary garrison, at the disposal of the Military Revolutionary Committee, dissolved the meeting of the Pre-Parliament. (Noisy applause.) We stayed awake here at night and watched through the telephone wire as detachments of revolutionary soldiers and workers' guards silently carried out their work. The average person slept peacefully and did not know that at this time one power was being replaced by another. Stations, post office, telegraph, Petrograd Telegraph Agency, State Bank are busy. (Noisy applause.) The Winter Palace has not yet been taken, but its fate will be decided in the next few minutes. (Applause.)"
This bare report is likely to give a wrong impression of the mood of the meeting. This is what my memory tells me. When I reported on the change of power that had taken place that night, tense silence reigned for several seconds. Then came the applause, but not stormy, but thoughtful... “Can we handle it?” - many mentally asked themselves. Hence a moment of anxious reflection. We'll handle it, everyone answered. New dangers loomed in the distant future. And now there was a feeling of great victory, and this feeling sang in the blood. It found its way out in a stormy meeting arranged for Lenin, who appeared at this meeting for the first time after an absence of almost four months” (Trotsky “My Life”).
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Maximilian Voloshin
Petrograd
Like an evil shaman, extinguishing consciousness
Under the tambourine rhythmic rattling
And emptying the spirit,
The door of devastation opens -
And the spirits of abomination and fornication
They rush headlong to the call,
Screaming with hundreds of voices,
Creating meaningless miracles, -
And the enemy is like a friend, and the friend is like an enemy,
They hesitate and double... - so,
Through the emptiness of the sovereign will,
Once collected by Peter,
All the undead poured into this house
And on the gaping throne,
Above the unsteady darkness of the swamps
Besovsky rules the round dance.
A people overwhelmed by madness
Beats his head on rocks
And he breaks the bonds like one possessed...
Let him not be embarrassed by this game
Builder of the Inner City -
Those demons are noisy and fast:
They entered the swine herd
And they will rush from the mountain into the abyss.
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Petrograd, 1919
And we forgot forever
Imprisoned in the capital of the wild,
Lakes, steppes, cities
And the dawns of the great homeland.
In a bloody circle day and night
A cruel languor fills...
Nobody wanted to help us
Because we stayed at home
Because, loving your city,
And not winged freedom,
We saved for ourselves
His palaces, fire and water.
Another time is approaching,
The wind of death is chilling my heart,
But to us the sacred city of Peter
It will be an involuntary monument.
1921 Anna Akhmatova
