Vladimir Ilyich Lenin

himself

*

where iron,
where the tree
I wore
has
punched place.
steel sheets
billow
and try on
cooperatives,
shops
and trusts.
And again
It is becoming
Lenin navigator,
Lights at Bort,
front and rear.
Now
on board the ship and storm
we
move on
to labor under siege.
we
departed,
calculate exactly.
Who disintegrated -
ashore
for vorona.
Now go ahead!
retreat finished.
RCP,
team aboard!
Commune - century,
that ten years for her?
forward -
in the past
hidden nepchik.
we will move