Markeliad

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Semenovka, morning

The speaker burns on the rostrum in the hall

There is a fiery, beautiful tie,

I am your god this emperor

son of Jesus, documents are

I scream, I will build a city of happiness,

I will teach to work and not eat,

.... some kind of campanella to me

I can't take into account my talents

Distributed, says with poems,

the soul is birch, and there is a rhyme

stomping, screaming, clicks with his feet

Sovereign, dear father, as is

Suddenly in the aisle as from a movie

People in white grew up at the moment

Enough to lie to the sick, sick markels,

Quickly in a procedure office

poet Markelov

Wild moan, taking out

The dog howls on the cemetery cross

how much the howl on the moon will not turn out

On the graveyard of dog places

Submarine

a bird's verse carried out my brains

Italian with a Ryazan surname

I got out on the road a big one

History has no memory

Constantly plays

The cathedrals are silent sins

forgets to cut his hair

Dedicated to the poet Markelov

I woke up today with dawn

thinking about a joyful day

On the Avenue of the Great Poets

The monument opens to me

Classic, genius I am in the urn of doubt

Gather wreaths from laurels

I dreamed yesterday after the liter

Brilliant lines of poems

Here they are the great lines

Dreams take off on Pegasus

“I remember this wonderful moment

When you appeared in front of me "