Nestor Ivanovych Makhno or Bat'ko ("Father") Makhno (Ukrainian: Нестор Іванович Махно, Russian: Не́стор Ива́нович Махно́; October 26, 1888 (N.S.November 7) – July 6, 1934) was a Ukrainian anarcho-communist revolutionary and the commander of an independent anarchist army in Ukraine during the Russian Civil War of 1917–1922.
As commander of the Revolutionary Insurrectionary Army of Ukraine, more commonly referred to as the Makhnovshchina, Makhno led a guerrilla campaign during the Russian Civil War. Makhno fought all factions which sought to impose any external authority over southern Ukraine, battling in succession the Ukrainian Nationalists, the Imperial German and Austro-Hungarian occupation (1918), the Hetmanate Republic (1918), the White Army, the Red Army, and other smaller forces led by Ukrainian atamans. Makhno and his movement repeatedly attempted to reorganize life in the Gulai-Polye region along anarchist-communist lines; however, the disruptions of the civil war precluded any long-term social experiments. Although Makhno considered the Bolsheviks a threat to the development of an anarchist Free Territory within Ukraine, he twice entered into military alliances with them to defeat the White Army. In the aftermath of the defeat of the White Army (Volunteer Army) in the region in November 1920, the Bolsheviks initiated a military campaign against Makhno, which concluded with his escape across the Romanian border in August 1921. After a series of imprisonments and escapes, Makhno finally settled in Paris with his wife Galina and daughter Yelena. In exile Makhno wrote three volumes of memoirs. Makhno died in exile at the age of 45 from tuberculosis-related causes. He is also credited as the inventor of the tachanka, a horse-drawn platform mounting a heavy machine gun.
Makhno may refer to multiple people:
La primera vez apenas me gustó
fué por la nariz
por no decir que no
que el no es de cobardes
y a los dieciseis
se prueba como es de hondo
el rio con los dos pies
La segunda vez, me fué gustando mas
sentí su poder
su sensación de paz
y a los pocos meses
me empecé a picar
Yo siempre pense que lo podía controlar
lo de dejarlo ya lo he intentado más de una vez
y más de cinco y mas de diez
Pero no hay forma no hay manera
con la mierda del caballo no hay quien
pueda olerla es Meter los pies
Cuando no quedó ya nada que robarles
me empecé a chutar
delante de mis padres
pero me agobiaban
venga a preguntar
Dinos hijo mio: que es lo que hemos hecho mal
lo de dejarlo ya lo he intentado más de una vez
y más de cinco y mas de diez
Pero no hay forma no hay manera
con la mierda del caballo no hay quien pueda
Si estas enganchao
te quedan dos de dos
robar pa comprar
o venderla y sisar
Y las dos terminan antes o después
con el culo roto y el sida en Carabanchel
lo de dejarlo
lo de dejarlo.