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Neobychajnaya prostota, neobychajnaya yasnost' - udivitel'nejshee kachestvo genial'nogo uma. - N.G. CHernyshevskij

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    LZHEUCHITELYAM

ZHretsy greha, proroki t'my,
Naprasno vy postydnoj lozh'yu
Zatmit' hotite pravdu bozh'yu,
Serdtsa oputat' i umy!
Bessil'ny zloby uhischren'ya,
Bessil'no zhalo klevety:
Svobody pylkie mechty,
Ko blagu chestnye stremlen'ya
Vam ne ubit'! Goda projdut,
I lzhi zamret bessledno golos;
Zerno dobra dast pyshnyj kolos,
A vashi plevely sgniyut!

Il' osleplennym vashim vzoram
Zarya inaya ne yasna?
Vam dela net, chto plemena,
Pokonchiv s vekovym razdorom,
Drug drugu ruku podayut;
CHto stol'ko svergnuto kumirov
I chto sil'nej vseh sil'nyh mira
Stal mysli zhivotvornyj trud!
Vam dela net! No chas nastanet,
ZHretsy greha, proroki t'my,
I chelovek, kak ot chumy,
Ot vas s proklyatiem otpryanet!
I vy, s pozorom na chele,
Pojdete, uzhasom ob'yaty,
Kak drevle brat, ubivshij brata,
Iskat' priyuta na zemle!

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