To Sergey Yesenin

Emptiness…
Fly,
in the stars slamming.
Neither do you advance,
nor a pub.
Sobriety.
No, Yesenin,
this
not a mockery.
In the throat
woe is lumpy -
do not laugh.
I see -
with a hand cut off,
own
bones
swing the bag.
"Stop it!"
Give it up!
Are you in your right mind?
Give,
so that the cheeks
flooded
deadly chalk ?!
You are
is
bend knew how,
that another
in the world
did not know how.
Why?
What for?
The confusion crumpled.
Critics mutter:

• This wine
  then ...
  Yes, se ...
  and most importantly,
  that the bows are small,
  as a result of
  a lot of beer and wine.
  They say,
  to replace you
  bohemian
  class,
  class influenced you,
  and it was not until fights.
  Well, the class
  thirsty
  pours kvass?
  Class - he, too
  to drink is not a fool.
  They say,
  to you would put
  whom of the outposts -
  steel b
  content
  a great gifted.
  You would
  in a day
  wrote
  rows of one hundred,
  tiresome
  and long,
  as Doronin.
  And in my opinion,
  be realized
  such nonsense,
  on yourself
  earlier they laid their hands on it.
  It's better
  from vodka to die,
  than from boredom!
  Will not open
  us
  causes of loss
  nor a noose,
  neither a penknife.
  Can,
  turn out to be
  ink in the Angleterre,
  veins
  cut
  there were no reasons.

Imitators were delighted:
bis!
Above oneself
almost a platoon
reprisal committed.
Why
increase
number of suicides?
Better
increase
ink production!
Forever
Now
language
in the teeth will shut.
Heavy
and inappropriate
to build mysteries.
The people,
from a linguist,
has died
voiced
zabuldyga journeyman.
And bear
poems for the funeral scrap,
from past
from the funeral
not altered almost.
In the hill
stupid rhymes
drive a stake -
Is it so
the poet
should I honor?
You
and the monument is not yet merged, -
where is he,
bronze ringing
or granite face?
but to the gratings
already
have brought
initiations
and memories of rubbish.
Your name
in handkerchiefs scattered,
your word
slobbering Sobinov
and outputs
under the birch dead -
"Not a word,
about the other,
nor sigh-o-o-o-ha. "
Eh,
to talk otherwise
with this
with Leonid Lohengrinich!
Would rise here
rattling brawler:

• I will not let it
  mumble a verse
  and crumple! -
  Stunned
  their
  three-toed whistle
  in the grandmother's
  and in God the soul of a mother!
  To spread
  dishonorable trash,
  inflating
  darkness
  jacket sails,
  that
  in bulk
  fled Kogan,
  met
  mutilating
  whisker peaks.
  Rubbish
  for now
  little thinner.
  There are many cases -
  just keep up.
  It is necessary
  a life
  first remake,
  having altered -
  you can chant.
  This time -
  difficult for the pen,
  but tell me,
  you,
  cripples and kaleksh,
  Where,
  when,
  what great chose
  way,
  so that the prototypes
  and easier?
  Word -
  commander
  of human power.
  March!
  To the time
  back
  nucleus was torn.
  To the old days
  windy
  attributed
  only
  confusion of hair.

For fun
our planet
little equipped.
It is necessary
wrest
joy
in the days to come.
In this life
die
not difficult.
Make a living
much more difficult.

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I just them and decided to share them with you.