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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341023" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Twelve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">III <br>Our sons have gone <br>to serve the Reds <br>to serve the Reds <br>to risk their heads! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O bitter,bitter pain, <br>Sweet living! <br>A torn overcoat <br>an Austrian gun! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">-To get the bourgeosie <br>We'll start a fire <br>a worldwide fire, and drench it <br>  in blood- <br>The good Lord bless us! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>-O you bitter bitterness, <br>boring boredom, <br>deadly boredom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is how I will <br>spend my time. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is how I will <br>scratch my head, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">munch on seeds, <br>some sunflower seeds, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">play with my knife <br>play with my knife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You bourgeosie, fly as a sparrow! <br>I'll drink your blood, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">your warm blood, for love, <br>for dark-eyed love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">God, let this soul, your servant, <br> rest in peace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such boredom! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XII <br>... 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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Our sons have gone 
to serve the Reds 
to serve the Reds 
to risk their heads! 

O bitter,bitter pain, 
Sweet living! 
A torn overcoat 
an Austrian gun! 

-To get the bourgeosie 
We'll start a fire 
a worldwide fire, and drench it 
  in blood..."></div>
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