Glory. Glory, Glory to the heroes!!!
quite paid tribute.
The storms of revolutionary bosoms have subsided.
The Soviet mishmash was covered with mud.
And got out
from behind the RSFSR
(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
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,
student at the piano, looking,
For the holiday, an increase -
Mother, I'll get myself
out of your pants
like a coral reef!»
“And me with the emblems of the dress.
Without a hammer and sickle you will not appear in the light!
I will figure
at the ball in the Revvoens?!»
On the wall Marx.
Lying on Izvestia, kitten is warming up.
And from under the ceiling
Marx looked from the wall, looked…
yes how to shout:
“The threads of the philistine revolution have entangled.
Philistine life is more terrible than Wrangel.
roll canary heads -
so that communism
was not beaten by canaries!»