Log in

No account? Create an account


Сообщество «Суть времени» в Livejournal

Previous Entry Поделиться Next Entry
С.Кургинян в программе "Чужой". Коммунизм в США
Сергей Макаров
xianyoung wrote in eot_su

promo eot_su february 26, 2015 13:13 43
Buy for 10 000 tokens
25 февраля — 40 дней со дня гибели наших товарищей. В этом номере газеты их последний бой и их самих вспоминают боевые друзья. памяти наших товарищей Игоря Юдина, Евгения Белякова и Евгения Красношеина, героически погибших при защите Донецка 17 января 2015 года Вольга, командир Отдельной…

  • 1
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

O captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

(Walt Whitman, 1865)

  • 1