Санкт-Петербург По всем заводам тишина

Here Petersburg went on strike Silence in all plants No noise, stop the car, And there are no workers at the machine. poet, sing where your lyre is Sing this terrible ocean! Raging Severn Palmyra Like a fire-breathing volcano. What passions aroused Great Narva sons? Where were they in a hurry From gloomy stone houses? We went to the sovereign with a petition, Gapon went ahead of them all, His weapon is a cross with prayer, As a shepherd, his flock led. “Hey stop, people, where are you going? - The officer shouted rudely to them. - You’ll fall under the whip, I will deal with you now. ” “Why back? To the king we need Let’s go submit a request, ” The crowd responded by closing amicably. “So you bastards riot?” The officer cries out to them with anger Clutching menacingly fists. Wait! Attention! Left turn! Battalion, go ahead! Bayonet! ” Heavenly Creator, what has become of it! What a massacre has begun! The bayonets sparkled The crowd rose in fear. It seemed animals, not people So the defenseless could beat The bayonets broke their backs, chests, A lot of victims were killed Priest - “the first friend of the people” He screamed as he screamed. “Go ahead, friends, freedom awaits you!” Said, "Goodbye ..." and fled. The horror of grief embraced the capital, The whole of Narva is covered with corpses, Innocent blood pours the sea Shame on tyrants, eternal shame. Manege filled up with bodies, - Enough of the executioners They drove to the cemetery Wagons of the dead at night. Unknown artist.

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