bastards!

nailing lines,
stay nemы!
Listen to the howl of a wolf,
barely pretending poem!
Give here
the fattest,
of bald!
for shivorot!
Tknu to report Pomgol.
Look!
see –
by digit naked…
wind rushed.
Rushed and quieter…
Again snow ogrob
thousand-
million-roof
Volga villages coffin.
tubes –
coffin candles.
even crows
disappear,
hear,
what, steaming,
extends
schmaltzy,
nauseous
дух
broil IU
son?
father?
mother?
daughters?
Whose?!
Whose turn lyudoedchestve?!.
Aid will not!
cut off by snow.
Aid will not!
The air is empty.
Aid will not!
underfoot
even clay to devour,
even bush.
No,
will not help!
We must give up.
AT 10 provinces grave vymeryat!
Twenty
millions!
Twenty!
Lozhitesy!
become extinct!..
Only one,
hoarsely,
snowstorms crazy curse grinding,
rivers,
road snow hair
wind tearing, crying earth.
Of bread!
bread!
loaf!
Sam staring death firsthand,
barely eating,
Only it had not died, –
city ​​pulls hand working
a handful of dry crumbs.
“Of bread!
bread!
loaf!”
Radio roars for all the border.
And in response
Ridiculous for nelepitsey
pours into newspaper pages.
“London.
Banquet.
The presence of the King and Queen.
Jrushikh – not together in gilded
cribs”.
Damn!
Let be
behind your head is crowned
from the colonies
savages come,
fed human flesh!
Let be
burn over the kingdom
riots glow!
Let be
your capital
They are burned down!
Let heir,
heiresses of the brew
brewed in the Crown boilers!
“Paris.
gathered parliamentarians.
Report on hunger.
Fritiof Nansen.
With a smile, listening.
If the nightingale aria.
As if listening to a tenor in the fashionable romance”.
Damn!
Let be
ever
you
not hear the speech a Human!
proletarian French!
Hey,
Instead styahyvay loop speech
thicker necks impassable!
“Washington.
farmers,
doevshie,
dopivshie
before,
winches that raise their puzy,
in the ocean
wheat
by excesses topivshie, –
locomotives stoked cargo of corn”.
Damn!
Let be
your streets
rebellion will be crowded.
selecting
a place, where more than hurt,
let be
of America –
North,
South –
chase
your belly
myachische football!
“Berlin.
revives immigration.
gangs rejoice:
hungry to fight them
After Berlin,
twisting tendrils,
walking,
brag about:
– patriot!
Russian! -”
Damn!
Eternal “Won!” them!
All turning away iudim views,
French gold persecuted ringing,
wander foreign lands Eternal Jew!
Russian forests,
gather all!
Select at the large aspen,
that the image of theirs
always hung,
beneath the sky rocked, blue.
“Moscow.
Abuse pickers:
at “empire” frowning
or give
tridtsatirublevku,
disused in 1918 year”.
Damn!
So be it,
to each swallowed
a sip
stomach zhog!
Scissors to turn round steak
juicy,
ripping gut wall!
become extinct.
become extinct 20 million people!
In the name of all the resting here –
curse now,
curse forever
Turning away from the Volga mugs tolstotu.
This word is not to fatty paunch,
the word is not to the king's throne, –
in the heart of this
words do not touch
touch their revolutions bayonet.
You,
innumerable army of small particles,
gunpowder world,
whose strength,
by force,
abandoned by all basements,
It is blown up
the world countless rich!
You! You! You!
These words here!
The numbers verstovыmy,
vmeshtayushtimisya only,
write down the Volga by the bourgeoisie!
It is a day!
fire vsehsvetny,
cleaning and chadny.
Twisting rich chamber,
Be as,
as ruthless
in this hour of reckoning!
[1922]

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