About rubbish – Vladimir Mayakovsky

Слава. Слава, Glory to the heroes!!!

However,
them
quite paid tribute.
Now
talk
about rubbish.

The storms of revolutionary bosoms have subsided.
The Soviet mishmash was covered with mud.
And got out
from behind the RSFSR
murlo
tradesman.

(I will not be taken at my word,
I'm not at all against the bourgeois class.
To the bourgeoisie
without distinction of classes and estates
my praise.)

From all the immense Russian fields,
from the first day of Soviet birth
they came together,
hastily changing feathers,
and sat in all institutions.

Sick back from five years of sitting,
strong, like washbasins,
live to this day
quieter than water.
We built cozy offices and bedrooms.

And in the evening
this or that scum,
on wife.
student at the piano, looking,
He speaks,
from samovar:
"Comrade Nadia!
For the holiday, an increase -
24 thousand.
Rate.
Mother, I'll get myself
pacific ocean,
out of your pants
peep out
like a coral reef!»
And Nadia:
“And me with the emblems of the dress.
Without a hammer and sickle you will not appear in the light!
In what
Today
I will figure
at the ball in the Revvoens?!»
On the wall Marx.
Ala frame.
Lying on Izvestia, kitten is warming up.
And from under the ceiling
screeched
rabid canary.

Marx looked from the wall, looked…
And suddenly
open mouth,
yes how to shout:
“The threads of the philistine revolution have entangled.
Philistine life is more terrible than Wrangel.
Скорее
roll canary heads -
so that communism
was not beaten by canaries!»

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