Jews. I'd dashed off to where the good and love!
Jews who live with you are not able to,
alien, hate you,
wandering a long and sad
I come to you every time.
It creates in me amazement
and your steadfastness, and patience.
And an unusual fate,
fate of the wanderer and a slave.
I was poisoned by Jewish blood,
and somewhere in the twilight wilderness
My wandering soul
I love you melt sons,
and at the hour of despondency in the hour of sorrow
I feel that I am a Jew!
I.G.Erenburg
Jewish character of the mystery
is not compatible with the genius of villainy,
and sacrificially crystal decency
with the same irrepressible prohindeystvom I.M.Guberman
I'd dashed off to where goodness and love
Ceased discord people
Due to the low passions shed blood
Where would become my brother Jew. Berdyaev
Russian Jews leave,
leave the paternal sky,
because a soul, it is clear, warm
apocalyptic outcome.
Leaving part with us,
with the ground where their love and sweat.
There were ties, and now hosts,
like a warehouse, packed airport.
Leave .. could not empty it?
Rain over Peredelkino trembling.
And on the sign "To the grave
of Pasternak's" inferred "Jew" ... R. Kazakova
Under the cries of the crowd threatening,
wheezing and groaning after,
The Last Jew uezzhayuschy
to extinguish the light station.
Streams of curses and abuse
Hudoyu hand stryahnot.
And slowly profile terrified
behind dark window proplyvot.
As if from the bowels of humanity
Looks at past it ...
and rolls past the fatherland
last green car.
The whole world is our fate shuffling,
Gudit amid the forests and seas.
A Jew, a Russian grieving
on my conscience bitter.
Above the bazaar area
Evening smoke poured.
Gambling melody
whole town astray shot down.
Jew creaks to fiddle
about their own fate,
I am drawn to her toes
and crying about myself ...
What charity
is every sound
And what zeal
Those souls and hands,
As slowly, in an amicable way
out of the darkness comes light,
But the trouble, from the past
there is no escape. B.Sh.Okudzhava
about me seething mixture of blood ...
I admit, I'm the father of a purely Russian.
According to his mother, I'm sorry, I - a Jew.
And to be a Jew in their native country sad.
Torn apart poor body.
In a fight against my nature lives!
Merged in me in the arms of "Zionism"
for ever with the "Union of the Russian people."
What you want me to smash something,
then I am afraid that I not be broken.
Inside me Semite with an anti-Semite,
I who can not reconcile.
E.F.Ryazanov
The Old Testament of the desert,
where life and death - in the balance.
Bedouins still roam.
Israel is building on sand. He builds, builds without looking back. But just a short distance -How fragile girl-soldier's wife! Israel is building on sand. Threaten hamsin or Arabic,Clutching grenade fist. What the fans Kaaba? Israel is building on sand. The cry of the muezzin, the voice of the rabbi was poured on the breeze. What a mixed picture! Israel is building on sand. Where caravans passed, kicking up the dust from under the hooves, Soar palm, like a fountain, and a man-made forest rustles. On the handiwork of people look-ka,table Internationale: Delight North - strawberry, Yaponchataya mushmala. What can I tell Ages On a human language? That the world is not built on the rock - Israel is building on sand. ... Arabic market, market noise, unpredictable East. But, for the trust grateful, not scattered sand F.A.Iskander
My friend went to winter in Israel.
I sit as if in a pocket shit,
desolate, stole another,
And outside the window crying a blizzard.
And outside the window flying bullets,
lantern like the knife stuck in a snowdrift
And my heart just breaks into pieces -
My friend has left and will not return.
I myself would go there,
not for money, but for the sake of laughter.
I'd bought a yarmulke for fun,
put on a yarmulke, yes figs whether the use?
Not subordinate and not the boss
sit in the kitchen, simple as tea.
They poisoned my life, like Pripyat.
My friend went and no one to drink.
The wife has become silent, as in the hour of mayhem,
I wander lonely in the house
and cockroaches in the ass kicking,
I go and sing softly:
"He's gone, he left, and tears flow from the eyes."
We were deceived, we were separated
and bitter tears, like chili,
I corrode the face down to the bone.
Oh, do not travel to the Jew to visit.
They let loose around the fog,
then hug, and then deceived.
At the historic Coast
you caressed, then will shorten. My friend left, and I was left, Though I've tried to leave and,But I was told: "Be silent in the palm and chew in the kitchen their potatoes." I sit in the kitchen, munching potato And how moron, silent in her palm. And this song is, in a sense, It is not a song, but just a thought. At the heart of bitterness, resentment in his heart, quite lost my libido has disappeared, my humor and my Fennec, Gone matches, and even money.Perhaps years, that way, twenty, he will return, that may be, and the grave of my deep with emotion to say lines like: "What can I say in this sad hour, whatever you say, it will be enough. Such intelligence extinguished lamp, Such a heart has ceased to beat. " My friend went to winter in Israel. I sit like shit in your pocket, And my heart just breaks into pieces -My friend has left and will not return. M.N.Kochetkov *** I curled my life in the ring Though put my head on the rails. I loved one person National Jewish. But it went in the end. In the end, I too proud. I this is the face in the face called Yid snout.
Kisses, hugs -
Pain is not overcome.
Goodbye, brothers.
God bless you. Good-bye, Jews, Goodbye, friends. Oh, how much poorer I remain without you I am. Goodbye, native I have loved. Goodbye, Russia, one in which I lived. How many windows went out, but remained, alas, Barren cuisine wildly Moscow. Like Babi Yar, like the Crimean ditch, My soul was torn Sheremetyevo-two. What is waiting for us, I do not know In the Orthodox anguish. I pray for Israel in their own language. Save you up to them and the enemies do not give, Hail Mary and St. Nicholas. Do not falter fence, so no gas, no plagueNeither Iraqi Scud They are not moved by the house. Protect the land turned into a garden,Adonai Eloheinu, Eloheinu echad. Vsevolod Emelin
