Where are you,
cheerful badass?
To cover with a rod!
Tear in a tear!
Up to what
our satirist
chopped
and obezubel!
For the approach
for this
few,
whether it is,
life is bad?
For this
Saltykov -
Saltykov-Shchedrin
?
Header
greasy scarlet
cerebellum
covering
skinny,
walk around
quiet
by logs
pre-reform mothers-in-law.
Locust
smiles are out,
walk around
Nepman for fear
anecdotes of the grave -
coffin
about financial inspectors.
Or,
anger
one hundred
lines
in a paper crash,
write
about your calluses
from cramping in the censors.
They say,
in the best style,
as if
roses at dawn,
petals
they will loose
we
without these censors.
And podi
take off the slingshot -
such
scribes
couple
anecdotes of nasty
poke -
and again emptiness.
Censors
howling howl.
I'm
another
thought wounded:
sorry for the poor,
what is it
from reading
so much rubbish?
Accuser,
less cream,
highly
Topics
are good.
About a pretty topic
tooth
it is not a pity to crush.
Fools
large
having considered,
took
in the clutches
loupes you.
It is small, whether it is,
Pompadours?
Few -
Grads of Stupid?
Secure
on the tooth
poison,
per kilometer
sting out
Against everyone,
who in vain
sit
on labor,
on communism!
So as not to hide,
tail tucked away,
major
catch of burbot -
kulaks
and bureaucrats,
fools
and sycophants.
Chopped
and disarmed,
satiate the satirist.
To cover in the birch,
take a tear off!
Where are you,
cheerful badass?
1929
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