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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From The Twelve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lads have all gone to the wars<br>to serve in the Red Guard ~<br>to serve in the Red Guard ~<br>and risk their hot heads for the cause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hell and damnation,<br>life is such fun<br>with a ragged greatcoat<br>and a Jerry gun!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To smoke the nobs out of their holes<br>we’ll light a fire through all the world,<br>a bloody fire through all the world –<br>Lord, bless our souls!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">… On they march with sovereign tread…<br>‘Who else goes there? Come out! I said<br>come out!’ It is the wind and the red<br>flag plunging gaily at their head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The frozen snow-drift looms in front.<br>‘Who’s in the drift! Come out! Come here!’<br>There’s only the homeless mongrel runt<br>limping wretchedly in the rear…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘You mangy beast, out of the way<br>before you taste my bayonet.<br>Old mongrel world, clear off I say!<br>I’ll have your hide to sole my boot!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shivering cur, the mongrel cur<br>bares his teeth like a hungry wolf,<br>droops his tail, but does not stir…<br>‘Hey answer, you there, show yourself.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Who’s that waving the red flag?’<br>‘Try and see! It’s as dark as the tomb!’<br>‘Who’s that moving at a jog<br>trot, keeping to the back-street gloom?’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Don’t you worry ~ I’ll catch you yet;<br>better surrender to me alive!’<br>‘Come out, comrade, or you’ll regret<br>it ~ we’ll fire when I’ve counted five!’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crack ~ crack ~ crack! But only the echo<br>answers from among the eaves…<br>The blizzard splits his seams, the snow<br>laughs wildly up the wirlwind’s sleeve…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crack ~ crack ~ crack!<br>Crack ~ crack ~ crack!<br>… So they march with sovereign tread…<br>Behind them limps the hungry dog,<br>and wrapped in wild snow at their head<br>carrying a blood-red flag ~<br>soft-footed where the blizzard swirls,<br>invulnerable where bullets crossed ~<br>crowned with a crown of snowflake pearls,<br>a flowery diadem of frost,<br>ahead of them goes Jesus Christ.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aleksandr+Aleksandrovich+Blok">Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok</a><div class=q>
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The lads have all gone to the wars
to serve in the Red Guard ~
to serve in the Red Guard ~
and risk their hot heads for the cause.

Hell and damnation,
life is such fun
with a ragged greatcoat
and a Jerry gun!

To smoke the nobs out of their ..."></div>
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