The first poetic experiments

It happens often –
Anger and heat. Will creep into the soul
And they will start
She, wound, cripple.
And hatred will tighten the chest, and anger will mutter.
Do not give in the heat of feelings, humble yourself and remember the beautiful,
About mom, friend and relatives, their sufferings of the unfortunate.
About what the father said about what the mother insisted about.
After all, you were not a scoundrel then?
Why are you striving to become?
Inhale deeper, tighten, burned out of the redemption,
Let your life into your heart, look at yourself with a contempt
Then think about why we all need forgiveness:
Not to humiliate humiliation, like a fool, tolerate,
And so that from a cell like a bird,
Fly away.

You go crazy every time,
Barely thinking Here. about her.
Of course, how else can it be, she is all like a mile ..
“Romantic” – they will say everything cynically,
You don’t need one,
Already to her much more,
Everything is logical to whom you surrendered, you, holy?
After all, the shortcomings are attracted, but all the prosperity is given
Some kind of boring morality,
With which there is nowhere to take a shelter.
Do not make fun of a cheerful joke, and you can’t tell anything,
Who needs feelings, except for yourself.
You will enjoy, turn out, and you will spit bitterly on everything
But you will save the charm of your first feeling for life ..

The train is leaving, and I’m leaving there,
Where I will live and remember all my early years ..
Where I went to school for the first time, I said “Hello” I was the first time,
Where I made friends with a friend the best I am there once and for all ..
Return to the house of the native, back, to the native type of streets, squares,
Native and warm evenings, where it smelled so especially in the summer ..
And to the snow is white for the dungeons, and to the whistle of the breeze in the steppe ..
To the meadows of green and birches that rustled by the river ..
Our meeting will not be soon, but I hope as always,
That I will come as if I had not left and nowhere,
That you will not forget me, because I have not forgotten and I,
My beloved, dear, living in my heart
Tula.

Beautiful Muse played,
And we, swinging, sailed into the distance,
I only thought about happiness, which blinded me at that moment.
I did not think that it would stop, and this,
My God…
How it was all leisurely, I felt that I –
Alive ..
I lived then more than ever,
And everything that the heart needed was –
So that it never ends,
Burning that feeling ..
The warmth from your body,
Not hands –
The soul warmed,
Either in heat, then in a cold threw me,
It raised over this world ..
And above all I was, and everyone is stronger and all happier ..
Then I loved you so much that the mind is incomprehensible ..
But the evening is over.
Night.
Everyone goes like one, tired,
And I sit, look out the window, and remember ..
Only about the dance.

My veins are woven from steel,
“Pull the ropes!” – everyone shouts!
I pull and hear, through growls like veins
Stretched,
Crack.
Vienna and blood vessels are flooded with fire,
They are no longer bursting with them,
Bruises blurred like blots,
And I all break and break, and again –
Into battle!
Hands flooded like lead,
Knuckles knocked down to blood,
The hero does not feel the pain,
He only feels the taste of blood,
Salted blood, on the lips,
I swallow the holy drink,
Who burns my gut
And kills all mistakes!
In the struggle of the unequal, I hold on,
Grinding teeth shreds the soul,
The last blow is like an outcome,
And I will not break my vow,
The last blow, the enemy fell,
I’m on my knees, wild, collapsed
And suddenly, bent in half,
Crazy laughter beats in the ears!
That enemy is not the first, not the last,
Suddenly I understood then,
And he got up, and broke the doubt,
To meet a new enemy.