Генерал скобелев

I had a general Skobelev,
    Just went to prison.
    I dreamed that he speaks with the water,
    And the water is responsible to him.
    Trees were listening to them,
    Around was a void.
    You could see only a shadow of the circle
    The shadow of the circle and in it the shadow of the cross.

    It was on the island of women,
    From the ground rose flowers.
    Around them was the White Sea,
    The sea ice is piled.
    Women stood around him,
    Thin as poplar.
    Over their branches rising moon,
    And the earth was silent underfoot.

    The general looked around and said:
    & quot; Stop your laughing.
    Give me a rope and soap,
    We sew dresses for all.
    Little bark on hats,
    Shoes from ten thousand herbs;
    Then throw in the seat of a mountain ash,
    And we'll see who is right. & Quot;

    No one said a word,
    The conclusions were clear.
    A short distance away stood a circle all those
    Whose views were honest.
    Their faces were Ryaba
    The consciousness of his innocence;
    Their fingers were dancing a ballet on the trigger,
    And their souls were empty.

    Some casual passer
    He said: & quot; We're all here for, like, his.
    God's ways are not marked in the maps,
    They are no traffic police.
    And can you believe society
    You can believe the fate,
    But if & gt; & Lt; You & gt; want to & lt; learn & gt; & Lt; Law & gt ;,
    & Lt; What & gt; & Lt; You & gt; & Lt; learn & gt; in its & lt; Me. & quot;

    The convoy moved uneasily,
    But come was invisible to them.
    A general continued to repair boots,
    His face twisted in the creek.
    He said: & quot; In times like ours,
    No place unscientific love & quot ;, -
    And his hands were up to the elbows in strawberries,
    And maybe - stained with blood.

    Meanwhile, someone close to hitting the flies,
    I hit him in the forehead with a spoon.
    Gathered chipped,
    We gathered at a decent coffin.
    The priest read the burial service it,
    The judge read the sentence;
    And the right of the coffin was the chairman,
    And to the left of the coffin was a thief.

    This event was recorded in the annals,
    But few people wrote about him.
    Whoever he wrote, remembering the public,
    Most often recalled his.
    The trees continue to listen to them,
    Buzzing mosquito filth;
    And women are waiting for the continuation of talks,
    And I wait until I wake up.