We are building a commune,
and life
herself
trumpets
The coming era.
But between us
walking
Thomas,
and he
not believed in anything.
Continue
his
achievements of any
for every
taste
and species,
He is only
you
Half of the lip
on achievements -
hide.
Come on
to factory
rebuilt
we -
Grill
In front of the face
fact.
But skeptic
Looks
The eyes of Thomas:
- Not, something
I can’t believe it somehow. —
Show
Fomam
Ascended house
And you flush them
And in the windows,
And in the door.
Nothing
Do not blossom
Faces in fom.
They look
And take a sigh:
“We do not believe!»
Listen,
you,
Comrade Thomas!
you
The habits are bad.
Do not
Very
big mind,
So that everything
reject
and hawk.
And a lot
From praise,
of course, cattle.
But listen,
Fomina Shatia!
We are already
We will get around
Without your praise -
You only
Do not interfere with work.