If you
"Cow" name,
by you
must be
milk
and the udder.
And if you
without milk
and without the udder,
then the hell in your
in the cow's name!
it
true for the artist
and for the poet.
There is their work
and they themselves:
with velvet jackets,
with priests' hair.
What if
only
we are sitting in a tavern, we,
it bears
the name "bohemia".
On long patly,
to a sonorous name
deceiving,
Komsomol member
dives beer.
And so
in the Komsomol
the voice is broken,
bubble
decadent woodpeckers.
And so
settles
stubborn hair,
decay of the plexus
priest's patls,
and the Komsomol
firm thought
flows,
spouting
beer three-mountain,
and from the earth
fly upwards
idealism
stupid crows.
If you -
Komsomol name,
name of support
deeds by oneself.
And if the rot
you bring it to me,
then the line in the very
ringing name!
1929
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I just them and decided to share them with you.