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New Poem Dmitry Bykov*

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1.

Everything that has not yet been silent is planted,

Everything that was sticking out, is briefly

Or went to the stage.

Everything that works is a mine and a well,

Yes, and they somehow.

And, of course, shit writers,

Looter, star -beams,

Their craft is such

And the inquiry officers, that is, siblings, -

But to torture someone?

Who ran into a foreign pattern,

Who has adapted to fear and

Who faded out of shame ...

No matter how he taught them - but learned this

Tsaita surrounding guest.

From the brutal from the blood of the colonels,

From obese officials on the eyebrow,

All the release of cattle,

Potentially possible perpetrators -

Stupidly left alone.

2.

The clue is sent to us,

We will split our nuts -

Let's appoint the Lord

Responsible for everyone!

For the areas taken

And handed over the shelves,

For all other people's valor

And our jambs.

For each traitor,

Spy, fugitive -

It's time to attract the creator:

Both son and father.

Special services all of the Fatherland

Grabbed to record

And the main defendant

He will not attract.

After all, he is more important than Mishustin

And his chefs!

After all, this is blasphemous -

Say that there is no!

And so which is his century

Now we praise, then hulim ...

And there is just no one else.

That's the third Rome.

The latch clicked,

The times have shifted

A Christmas tree was born in the forest -

Holy War!

And if the army is moving

Let's go to Kyiv,

Both the Dnieper and Vinnitsa will fall

Both Kharkov and Sumy, -

Whether all the power of the stake

Praise the tops

Is the icon a museum

Enter to the pool temple ...

Polish, for example, the order

Monasticism to everything ...

And if it gives us in the face

Hands APU -

Alas, full of the Lord

Dubbing friends:

We will take everything that is distributed

And the Trinity - to the museum.

Do not pass it anatom

Do not take him to jail

But you can also anathema

Proclaim him.

Behind every retreat

The order will follow:

All equestrian corders -

Cut the iconostasis!

In the Deliveic from Europe,

Where there are no believers

We have such an experience

Full since the twenties.

We will declare the arsonist

Witnesses cannot be counted

We admit unwanted -

Again, there is experience!

Since he does not like us

Then here he is from us.

And in terms of foreign agency -

He is an agent number once:

Indeed, whether to declare God

The root cause of all deaths,

For the victims, whether to ask strictly -

At least for children?

There are a lot of complaints about him -

Especially in devils.

Friend of man, good devil,

He interfered with him where he could,

But he sent him to the stuffy hell

Totalitarian, greedy God,

And boring Abel reigned -

Penetration, Botan, Demagogue.

Lucifer brought us crafts

Ariman brought order

In everything that is subtle, everything that is acute

We are looking for his high plan;

They were inspired by Cagliostro

And - at first - Thomas Mann.

All this was known by Byron, Cain,

And the first Gnostik John -

He understood who the master was here,

And who, on the contrary, is the curses,

And from Moscow to those outskirts,

Where is the night and the ocean -

On all the misery of a miserable,

Where pride replaced the shame,

On every stump, above every blog,

Where the new terrestis is terrible, -

Announcement of the program "Judgment over God"

It hangs with a powerless challenge.

3.

We accelerated colossally

The course of the superpower boat.

I imagined, in the final of history -

Gentlemen, the trial of people.

But it turned out that the gentlemen

People will condemn at the end.

The collegium will be called up -

Organ SKRPC.

Any organization

Only then is good

If it sells Erzatsy

And he does not create a shisha.

This is a peaceful resident

It is necessary to catch, to convict

And to convict the Almighty -

Easier than slap the seal.

Somewhere he is, of course,

But until the rest of the time

So much more will change ...

Why, he is merciful!

Still for a long time before the morgue.

Why, and Motherland-Mother

He knows: punishing bodies

We must occupy yourself.

Neding clicks, outlets.

How many neighboring elites

The anger is torn off in Pushkin -

Also, the risk is not great!

There is Belarus rummages:

There to overcome the enemy,

The dead are allowed to judge!

It is clear that the Lord is further.

... how much Pito is not, not completely dead!

Strict SKRPC

Judges a threefold Lord,

Without changing in the face.

Rhymes underlined the poor

Scarious Nekrasovsky Slog,

But Russian nonsense

Who would be able to be inspired?

Over the last times

God is not sophisticated.

4.

Brother was feasting in the morning:

Sivukha, ham ...

The court is assigned

The agenda is awarded.

Breath, dozed -

We disarmed Rus'.

With the hand of a patriarch

Signed: I will come.

Of course, the defendant

No one is waiting for alive -

We’ll finish him in absentia

We’ll play the headgine!

There was a lawyer at the devil,

But God's prosecutor -

Such Rus' did not halow

Even before then:

For this role, it is highlighted

Supreme Miraculous,

Famous with a black tunic

And indefatigable evil.

Among any will accept it

Just one is more true:

It does not only have a bright

But gray spots.

He is all - the message of the dusk

And from his glead

Adults immediately have a cramp

And vomiting - in children.

For the role of the inquisitor

He is clearly shallow

The Lord will not break him

Millon kilowatt,

But it loses it gray

Thought out outfit,

And other props him,

And a hundred carat ring.

The whole press in agitation,

Elite battalion!

Accreditation price

Exceeded Milion!

Everything is sold in the buffet,

There is no funds for luxury

Running for sandwiches

Associated press,

Porter Port Crimean -

Ten pieces of a glass!

The curse of the Pope

I voiced the Vatican!

Not everyone will stick his nose there,

Where, gripping your honor,

Russia judges the Lord

For failure in battle!

5.

The crazy rhythm is set.

Five in the afternoon.

The chairman of the court says:

- Defendant, get up.

Everyone stretches to see

And everyone is sure

That they will condemn the empty cage,

But here is a draft.

The draft is planned

From the mountain spheres.

A neat old man,

Pensioner,

Smarts between the rows,

Like a quiet wind

Repeating: ready, ready,

Hi, hello ...

The earth's axis was tilted,

And the light went out.

Everyone saw him, I suppose,

And more than once.

He drove one in the night

In your taxi

Dark night, in such a frost,

That God save;

He nailed the heel alone

Old Mastak,

He got rid of the torment,

Selling a joint,

He came to one doctor,

Brought food

One from shoulder

On bare ice

In general, he was everything

Bikfords cord,

Dresser of finished schemes,

Simple structures,

Turning the wall into the door,

A plug - into the gap;

I came to one like a beast

To others - like a bumblebee.

Yes, and everyone will see it

Not like a neighbor:

For some, he is gloomy, unshaven,

For others, seventh,

For some, he goes jokingly

For others - sliding ...

For someone, a child is generally-

You can’t understand:

That girl in the yard,

Saving the match,

In the basement, in a dark hole

I was looking for the ball.

All of it is swelling, all trembles,

Excessing yourself -

You will not understand, or eternal Jew,

Either eternal battle

He goes by raising felt

Carrying kefir

Repeating: hello, hello,

Kyo Fer, Kyo Fer?

Told you Protagor -

I am a game of mind.

Dear prosecutor,

I'm all attention ...

6.

Not afraid of a change in the rules,

The prosecutor says: Hurray.

I am very glad, I'm really the devil

It's time for us to explain for a long time.

Their shameful editorial

In this chill-bell

You came to violate the balance,

And they told you - do not touch!

You have endowed the clay with consciousness,

And then, like from hares Masai,

He eliminated: I don’t move my finger.

I handed you freedom - dare!

Beckoning a person with bliss,

Frightened by the perspective of the court,

You indicated a decisive gesture

Into the void - and rushed there!

But it would be completely easy

Explain that love is caused,

That it is impossible to understand anyone,

Nobody saw altruism ...

After all, they end in blood rivers

All legends about rain and Thursday!

If that - I am always ready,

But you overthrow me and rejected me.

All now went to the final

The world will no longer dry out of tears,

The majority always understood

What to treat you seriously

Impossible. But those who are few ...

And carried, and carried, and carried!

All this bad sophistry, this

Apology of small evil,

That since ancient times embarrassed the planet

And to our times crawled,

Everything that every firewall knows

All that is apparently only point blank

Everything that Dinosauer embodied here,

Pterodactyl, Bourbon, Brand Major,

Repeating: Socrates, Schopenhauer,

Democritus, Harkoshlet, Protagor ...

And Doldonite, and a dream evokes

From the snowstorms the city is faming ...

But the Lord for some reason nods

And he repeats: yes.

There are no idylls

I saw it and in advance ...

I am not averse to put me.

Excellent people can be made

From the outlets of the Society of Zeks,

This species was polished centuries

From the point of view of your Esdecs,

The ideal of man is a prisoner;

You can even, a little bit,

To take PMC on the basis ...

Maybe guessed Priguzhin

He, of course, is not generally adored,

But washed, and this is a seal, -

And therefore is unprecedented.

Maybe you have to start with garbage?

Or, having abandoned these intention,

To wave your hand to the rest

And start on the new planet,

Not at all like that?

Goodbye, cute children.

Your creator has rested.

Do not quote me Protagora,

Do not ask to save your

Everything will be overturned soon

And, I admit, nothing is sorry;

I will calmly wait for the sentence

And willingly fulfill him.

I foresaw this, I will not hide

For time is not a current, but a hole:

I said that the court needed me

It will be familiar that it is time to finish

This very sour Troy.

The Iliad was covered. Hooray.

And he is silent

Tired Creator

And everyone understands

That this is the end.

*The end, the end,

My Beautiful Friend,*

Agent, Agent,

Inoaga-e-nt!

7.

But here above the hall - either the ringing of dishes,

And either the rumble of a bursting string.

There is no opera without Aria of Judah,

There is no Bible without the text of Satan.

And Satan, sobbing overlooked

Grying carpets, linoleum and dust,

With a scorn, dropping a muchester mask

The Lord is lying in the legs.

“Where are you going, my ermine falcon?”

Where are you running from our homeless flocks?

Where are you flowing from your unemployed slaves,

Where are you flying from the drifts of your migratory?

You may not know, Lord,

That I am the crown of your rafters

You may not believe, Lord,

That I loved you alone

That these are all my throwing

Both denials and howls -

To pay your attention

And to the end to be with you!

You may not know that they swear in Ostankin?

You may not know that your archangels will turn away?

What if faith is clean in someone, he is expelled from here?

What if anyone loves Christ, then only Judas!

You may not know, Lord,

What am I your Future in the Past?

You forgot there in paradise between roses, go,

That only the devil will not betray?

What is the best of your diocese,

Only we, with eagles on the coat of arms,

We cannot live without hierarchy,

At least this rhyme is so -so?

Alas, alas! If you are not, the whole world is a continuous polyurethane!

Alas, alas, if you are not, what kind of staff captain am I?!

Alas, alas! I'm not standing alone with my whole struggle!

Creator, Creator, stay with me or take me with you!

But God does not answer. All these complaints to him

Sound like screams of gulls: it would not hurt to shut up.

Mamleev told me - but I knew Mamleeva:

There was a god of the Jews, and now you will find where he is?

There was a host of gods among the Greeks, and angels, and demons,

The Incas, the Aztecs, have all, and now where are they?

And the gods, apparently, have the expiration date,

Without them, we are just a cattle, and our destiny is to carry our coffin.

And at this moment of universal confusion, perhaps, even hysteria, even,

As if tired of carrying a strained body, a person suddenly enters camouflage,

And he says with indifference and mercy - how could the astral:

- Envoy, Okhrona Worms.

What does "guard is tired."

He speaks this in Ukrainian.

We, like, are tired of guarding.

And the audience trembles like Incas,

Hearing the Spanish speech.

And finally scatter in a panic,

As before the people kings

Or like clouds, heavenly wanderers,

Before the arrival of dawn.

8.

Here is my favorite size symphonic -

Dactil in four feet.

He has a semantic halo -

Homeland, God and you py.

So it is indicated in the book of Gasparov.

In this good work

The mother of the poetry of the old was taken -

Fofanov, block and te de.

In us, this rhythm has already grown firmly, go,

Anyone is familiar from childhood:

Homeland, homeland! Lord, Lord!

Everything was decided by the language.

Bastards, angels, boots, gingerbread cookies,

Motherland Sweet manure!

Heavenly clouds, eternal wanderers,

Also above her.

It has a combination of borium, insolence,

Pride, timidity, valor, abomination,

Gloss and rot inside,

Eternal sickness, slave courtesy,

Summer heavenly, cloudy inastness,

March and waltz for three

Accounts. But what is so sweet, vile?

How it is so hopelessly flattened,

Like swamp heat?

And in the letter it is disgusting, but orally-

Like a grateful aria of the prisoner,

Oda dungeon raw.

All these complexes, all combinations

Slave love and stupid suffering,

General victories and losses,

All these poor Russian classics,

Eternally running in a circle,

Moan like bees on an abandoned apiary:

- What should we do now?

9.

Russian God in a marshy landscape,

All the surroundings rummaging with the eyes,

To a person in dusty camouflage

Treats the same question:

- Probably, I could be stricter

I could take care more about everyday life

But still with me now, what,

So Bi Moviti, Sho Meni Robiti?

And condescending, as if in a hospice,

He says in response:

- After everything that happened, Lord,

We do not need this hypothesis,

We do not need, no.

2023

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