Lena

Stand up, comrades,
please go up.
From tears
keep your eyes.
Today
memory
about the fallen
fifteen
years ago.
Worse than hard labor,
more powerless captives,
in the cold,
wolf tooth
and lutes, -
lived
lived
the precious Lena
thousands of
working people.
Roja
gold
on fives and crowns,
working
squeaked
famine and holes.
And in St. Petersburg
sitting barons,
shares
washing down
to the glory of the firm.
Years
on rotten horse meat
think
thickened
simple:
"We are hungry,
but now
it is no longer possible -
basty ".
What
wanted to
weight,
coppers
uncountable number?
Cabbage,
better meat
and work
8 ocloc'k.
Tightening
three months,
principal
what was it
persuaded,
and the governor
send
troops
requested.
The creaking of the boots ...
ice creaking ...
it
through the snowy silence
gendarme Treschenko
and soldiers
sends
Governor of Bantysh.
So what is next?
Farther
the workers were walking
ask
about those taken in the strike.
And captain Treschenko
squeaked
"Pli!"
and poked
in the glove of a finger.
Behind a finger
this
shooting rushes -
second
after the first salvo.
And again
in the target
working forehead
gendarme
tagged
paw.
Behind the coffee
early in the morning
writes
gendarme
fat:
"250 wounded,
270 killed. "
Rumor
o shooting oprichina
went
step
by factory.
The Case
is growing
rumor.
Becomes
factory
hundredth.
Shivering
crowned fool
and shareholders

from Lenzota

.

And grief
roaring
the factories were flying through:

• Throw
  obedience
  the mountains
  bear! -
  And this day
  broken
  there was a turning point,
  to fight fracture
  from obedience.
  About Lena's memory
  neither days,
  not a year
  in hearts
  will never be erased.
  Step
  driving in
  victorious
  is yours
  in thickness
  street stoves,
  Remember,
  that the flag
  overhead
  and flaxen blood
  it is flooded.
  1927

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