When the bus,
scattering dust,
pret
between the chapels of wax,
i see clearly:
two of them,
there are two of them in Moscow -
Moscow.
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One -
this is the snoring lomoviy and the creak.
Chinese wall rickety mushroom.
That's so completely
and in the gray centuries
here
lomovik's mat was widening.
Around the drafts they mumble at random,
what is it
paper is being taken to Glavbum.
I am convinced,
what, wicked blow,
good driving,
smashing the Polovtsi.
From the Moscow region steppes and bosom
Polovtsian women are being taken, taken in full.
And there,
where is the word "Mosselprom"
under the hammer
and under the sickle,
costs
and eats windows with an eye
вотяк,
arrived at the convention,
unheard,
how pecheneg,
about monpansier and ham.
And sideways
accordion with dance,
beer doors are clanging.
Hooligans
on the taverns,
like old times,
each other's sides are crumpled.
And quiet at night,
and in silence
no beep,
no tire ...
Snoring Moscow to the village,
and in the sky
color cream
deaf old woman old
severe
old Kremlin.