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62 lines
1.5 KiB
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Here Petersburg went on strike
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Here Petersburg went on strike,
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For all plants silence
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I can not hear the noise, stop the machine,
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And there is no working at the bench.
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Poet, P, where is thy lyre,
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Sing this terrible ocean!
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Raging Northern Palmyra,
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As a fire-breathing volcano.
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What passions aroused
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Great Narva sons?
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Where they crowd in a hurry
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From the dark stone houses?
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We went to the emperor with a petition,
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Next is all Gapon they went,
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His weapon - a cross with the prayer,
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As a shepherd led his flock.
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"Hey, stop, people where you protes? -
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They rudely shouted the officer. -
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Not that you will fall under the lash,
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Expandable with you I am now. "
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"What ago? For the king, we need,
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Go here to submit a request, "-
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The crowd answered, Having closed together.
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"So you bastards, to rebel?
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They officer shouts of anger
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Clenching his fists threateningly.
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Stop! Attention! Left turn!
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Battalion, forward! The bayonets! "
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Creator of heaven that there was!
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What carnage began!
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Bayonets flashed bristles,
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The crowd rose in fear.
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It seemed as animals, not people
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So could beat defenseless,
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Bayonets broke back, chest,
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Considerable perished victim
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The priest - "the first friend of the people"
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He was running away, he shouted.
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"Forward, my friends, you will find freedom!"
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He said: "Good-bye ..." and ran away.
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Capital embraced the horror of grief,
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All Narva corpses covered,
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Innocent blood pouring sea
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Shame tyrants, eternal shame.
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Playpen bodies piled -
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Enough cases executioners,
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They were taken to the cemetery
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Wagons dead at night. |