Ballad about Vera Zasulich

"There are not only fortresses and scrapers, but there is also a pardon!"

Today they recall Zasulich,
Following Yegor Zhukov Swist:
Like kohl today cannot be dried,
then Russia thirty years later
Surrendered to distraught oraves,
the disagreements will lead to expense,
Will be covered under the wheel of bloody
And again, a century is burnt.

The logic of history is capricious.
The gloomy she is, the more right.
If, a courteous unclean
For your safety
The innocent must be dried,
Locked, branded, and damn it - -
Maybe such an outcome is deserved
Or at least partially explain?

What to say? In the era of glorious faith
There was a law (which always harms us).
There were egregious examples -
Pure acquittal!
By the way, and Zasulich Vera herself
Zhukov is not at all a couple,
Firing through a revolver
to the general in the abdomen.

Zhukov what? Not worth a half
All his protest arsenal:
All his weapons are three frogs,
He did not shoot at anyone for a while ...
That is, in Rus' during it,
thirty -eight years before the thunderstorm
Courage, and risk, and law
There were more, citizens, at times.

Trepov is a fight, there is no getting anywhere.
He was harsh to the distant and to the relatives.
He ordered to flog the Sidel.
that he did not take off the cap in front of him.
And for this gesture, Zasulich Vera,
A woman from the Gzhatsky village,
Addressed to Samodura-officer
Also a certain gesture made.

The lawyer broadcast in a civilian tone,
Being not an old and a fee;
The chairman was the famous Koni
(This is not a dog, but a lawyer).
That was the crown of dreams of wet
That was an unheard of scandal
On the day when Zasulich is a jury,
A little consideration, he justified!

I justified, of course, not out of fear,
And not so that Europe has credited us:
It remained forty years before collapse,
And the empire was durable.

The conclusions are naive and absurd:
In our arsenal, your honor,
There are not only fortresses and scrapers,
And there is also a pardon!

The formidable perspective of the sentence
You can not intimidate youths.
The baton of eternal terror
You can interrupt, in the end.
Maybe it will come in the future
This doomed, miserable speech:
You can sometimes with a great way
More than karas, achieve!

Day, they wrote, was quite warm
Marta thirty -first.
Petersburg driving on glasses
She flowed life affirmingly.
It seemed to many that Russia
It will not be in hell anymore -
"Before the spring there are days",
Occasionally, no more than three a year.

Acting in his usual style,
I played St. Petersburg to know:
On the first day, of course, they released
And the next day they ordered to take -
But you can’t put it back!
Our student is guessed and studied -
Abroad they hid Zasulich,
For they understood that how much.

Knights of the Kremlin Nabat
Dobely scattered together:
They are now blasphemed
The fact that the revolution was.
So they walk in eternal circles:
did not hold their homeland in a fist
Did not finish, ***, they were not afraid -
And then why the gulag.

Swallows of the torture choir, howl
hellish owners of claws,
All who are mutual terror
Milocerodier is more terrible!
Glints of imperial sunset,
twice abolished country -
Power is again not to blame.
This is all Zasulich, all of it.

Tikhomirov knew Zasulich close
And added after aiming:
Dirty, in oven, nihilist,
But then with the soul of gold!
Even Lenin whose blind malice
From an early age she was ink ink,
Did not say a thin word about her,
Though I pushed for liberalism.

Well now! Let's take a look at these distances
We listen to the gear rattle:
If she had not been justified,
The abyss would have opened all the more faithful.
Echoes of a sub -sedentary rumble -
He did not freeze for a moment ...
Maybe it would have rushed early
If not for Koni liberal.

But also with full knowledge, taking into account
All the arts of red animals -
Torture, and gulag, and what else is there
You did my homeland -
In the middle of passions and shocks,
which with dignity shaking
There was even this block, spring day,
forever accused of everything.

It’s good that fiber beetles.
Maybe for a few minutes.
And it doesn’t matter if the grandchildren of grandchildren
This day is once cursed
In the middle of the landscape that he created us,
Forbidden to expect something
Where one is possible by gratitude:
"Kutorga, what a grace!"*

* Boris Pasternak.

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