A digest devoted to political prisoners’ works is submitted to publishing. It will include poems, prose and drawings by Yan Mavlevich (“Die-hard”), Sergey Solovey, Igor Fedorovich, Larisa Romanova, Egor Aksenov, Anna Petrenko, Alexander Zimbovsky, Ilya Romanov.
Those who wish to become sponsors of the issue should apply to the editorial body of the newspaper “For freedom!”.
Later the receipts of sales of this book will be assigned for legal assistance to Yan Mavlevich aimed at his liberation.
Those who wish to help Yan may contact the editorial body at any time by phone +79164929031.
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The moon in beastly grin
Above the windows` spill.
Sign neon like a mad jinn.
The glee of life you feel.
Gun sights at every house.
Home comfort`s rather weak+
As naked, to life we`d rouse.
As naked, from life we`ll leak.
The death is all around.
The war is going wroth.
The blood and loss abounds.
Two sides count up them both.
The wounds the skies retrieve.
I wail in a raving cry,
As naked, I came to live.
As naked, I`ll go to die."
Again: the burning stream,
Again: the wall of flame -
It`s time for you to scream,
To pay for dirty game.
Will idol save your life?
His promises are a lie.
As naked, you start your strife.
As naked, you`ll end your fly.
When darkness took its hold
Of towns in silent stun,
We left our homes of old
Not knowing where to run
Let`s stop this ravens` feast
By pouring shrapnel rain+
As naked, we`re born for gist,
As naked, in death remain.
I simply lived and sang.
But now my turn has come
To aim the hostile gang
Despite its swarms and hum.
The ether of the nights
Broadcasts the Morse`s marks+
As naked, I came to lights.
As naked, I`ll go to darks.
Your glance is stiff in fright.
Gun sight aims not to gibe.
You may be rich and bright
But death - you could not bribe.
Your life is a chain of sins.
You haven`t the heart to mend+
In cries, your life begins.
In cries, your life will end.
Next life not for a man.
The endless war will trace
Guerilla`s partisan
Without dismay or face
Where everyone is a chief
As well as a shooting mark+
As naked, we`re born like a wiff.
As naked, we`ll die like a spark.
My hand will do it wrong,
I`ll rot in plank-bed jail,
Be killed in bustling throng
Or shot in open rail -
I`ll fall with facedown smile
When catching a piece of lead+
As naked, I came awhile.
As naked, I`ll go to dead.
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(Translated from the Russian by Gennady Abashin.)
Editorial body
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