ОТ ПРИМЕТ КРОМЕ ВРЕДА НИЧЕГО НЕТ Каждый крестьянин...

FROM WILL
EXCEPT THE HARM
THERE IS NOTHING

Every peasant
believes in omens.
Which is the one
which - into this one.
Signs
won't protect
your well-being.
See,
what will come of the signs.
Ferapont mowed in the field,
suddenly - a roar:
"Ferapont!
Hey!
The son choked -
writhes in pain.
For a paramedic
run quickly! "
Ferapont
threw work -
running.
The only son should not die.
Is running,
already the lane breaks the top!
And towards -
pop.
Ferapont stopped,
turned his eyes
yes spat
over shoulder
three times_.


I stood for a minute -
and down again.
And for the strangler
and a minute is a long time.
I ran up to the paramedic,
just cross the street, -
and suddenly
funerals block the way.


Ferapont thinks:
"Unfortunately!
Need to
procession
go around the road around_u_zhnoy ".
On the ring road
in the backyards,
at Ferapont
gone
hour and a half.
Would choose Feraponta
shorter way -
son
already from the bone
writhes.
Finally,
sweating into the tenth sweat,
to the feldsher's gate
Ferapont came running.


All of a sudden
from under the gate
the cat ran out -
the black,
nimble,
as if
agility
only for this shore.
All the way
Ferapont
ran across.
Ferapont thinks:
"Black cat
worse funeral
and whole
priest's
cathedral.
I'll ask
sideways -
and climb over the fence. "
Fence
grabbed Ferapont by the pants.
He hung there for half an hour,
until unhooked.
Almost a day
left at Ferapont
to these prejudices.
Ferapont grabbed the paramedic,
paramedic - tweezer,
flee
to the choked
the wind is faster.
They came running
but in the hut
howl and tear -
son
died
half an hour ago.
A paramedic
is talking,
Feraponta blame:
"Well
Now
raise a howl ?!
If only earlier
yes for an hour
called me
son would
was
definitely alive. "
Ferapont pondered.
This thought
superstitious Ferapont
eaten from the light.
My
by the fable
the little thought
what's in misfortune
superstition won't help
but speed.

[1923] V. Mayakovsky