Погоня Владимир Высоцкий

Погоня Владимир Высоцкий

Во хмелю слегка
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspлесом правил я.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspНе устал пока —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspпел за здравие.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspА умел я петь
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspпесни вздорные:
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp»Как любил я вас,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspочи черные!»

То плелись, то неслись,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspто трусили рысцой,
И болотную слизь
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspконь швырял мне в лицо.
Только я проглочу
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspвместе с грязью слюну,
Штофу горло скручу —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspи опять затяну:

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp»Очи черные,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspкак любил я Вас. «
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspНо прикончил я
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspто, что впрок припас,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspГоловой тряхнул,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspчтоб слетела блажь,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspИ вокруг взглянул —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspи присвистнул аж:

Лес стеной впереди — не пускает стена,
Кони прядут ушами — назад подают,&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp
Где просвет, где прогал?&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspНе видать ни рожна,
Колют иглы меня — до костей достают.

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspКоренной ты мой,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspвыручай же, брат!
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspТы куда, родной,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspпочему назад?!
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspДождь, как яд с ветвей, —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspне добром пропах.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspПристяжной моей
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspВолк нырнул под пах!

Вот же пьяный дурак, вот же нАлил глаза!
Ведь погибель пришла, а бежать — не суметь!
Из колоды моей утащили туза,
Да такого туза, без которого — смерть!

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspЯ ору волкам:
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp»Побери вас прах. «
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspА коней пока
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspподгоняет страх.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspШевелю кнутом —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspбью крученые —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspИ пою при том:
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp»Очи черные. «

Храп, да топот, да лязг, да лихой перепляс —
Бубенцы плясовую играют с дуги.&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp
Ах вы, кони мои,&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspпогублю же я вас!
Выносите, друзья, выносите, враги.

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspОт погони той
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspвовсе хмель иссяк.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspМы на кряж крутой —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspна одних осях.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspВ хлопьях пены мы —
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspструи в кряж лились,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspОтдышались, отхрипели
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspда откашлялись.

&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspЯ лошадкам забитым,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspчто не подвели,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspПоклонился в копыта
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspдо самой земли,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspСбросил с воза манатки,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspповел в поводу.
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspСпаси Бог вас, лошадки,
&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspчто целым иду!

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