May

I remember
old
1-May.
Sneaked
secretly
for the last houses I.
Squinted his eyes:
where gendarme,
where is the cossack?
Working
in a cap,
in the hand -
pen.
Converged -
and further,
grunting password.
For Sokolniki,
thieves,
a gang,
lurked
most
dead lawn.
In a hurry
reliable
forbid to watch.
Waved away
recently
quiet speech.
I returned
because of the sinus
Red flag,
went
and a handful
blouses are behind us.
Crunched
bush
under the horse's foot.
- To jail!
Under checkers!
Through the whistle of crap! —
but we
hopelessness
did not sting longing,
we knew it -
after us
factory world.
We knew it -
presses
this minute
working people,
the poor
whole world.
And knew
flag bearer,
axial checker,
that his blood is
most
sure sowing.
It will come -
who didn’t count by name -
by millions
red
the banners will rise!
And come out
to attack
centuries and eras
countless strengths
SS SS Er.

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