1 000 000 wagons of building materials will be brought to this place in the five-year plan. There will be a giant of metallurgy, a coal giant and a city of hundreds of thousands of people.
From the conversation.
Over the sky
clouds are running around,
rains
Twilight is compressed,
under the old
cart
the workers are lying.
And hears
whisper proud
water
and under
and above:
"Four
of the year
here
will be
city-garden! "
Dark leaden,
and rain
thick as a tourniquet,
sit
in dirt
workers,
sit,
the beam burns.
Slurify
lips
from a cold,
but lips
whisper in harmony:
"Four
of the year
here
will be
city-garden! "
Svela
dankness
crooked -
unimportant
wet
comfort,
sit
in the dark
workers,
sodden
bread
they chew.
But a whisper
louder than hunger -
he covers
drops
Decline:
"Four
of the year
here
will be
city-garden! "
Here
explosions cluck
in the acceleration
bear gangs,
and grow up
bosom
mine
staunch
"Giant".
Here
will arise
building
walls.
Horns,
steam,
sipi.
we
in a hundred suns
open hearth
ignited
Siberia.
Here is the house
will give
good to us
and sieve
without soldering,
as much as Lake Baikal
discarded
the taiga will retreat. "
Ros
whisper of a worker
over the shadow
fat herds,
so what is next
illegible,
only heard -
"City-garden."
I know -
city
will be,
I know -
the garden
color,
when
such people
in the country
in the Soviet
there is!
1929
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