Homelessness – Vladimir Mayakovsky

This theme
not yet torn.
See
asphalt boilers in the throat!
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swarms
street dirt -
hooligans endless reserve.
Have gone mother
and father
and his brother
in days,
that the Volga famine broke through.
Threw them
Volgari near Saratov,
threw them
from-near Ufa Tatarva.
Carry children
trying in soft.
We'll seat them
on a plush pouf.
And this, seated,
taking advantage of the darkness,
chest
breaks the buffer.
We are looking
their kids
both:
caress,
my,
clean,
we cut.
And on the side
disease and malice grow,
and blades finki
redhead from blood.
School -
kino amerikolicee;
gave
controller
between the eyes,
learns
run away from the police,
as from the police
rides Douglas.
such
later
you can't hold Muur -
costs,
like a reef in the sea.
Today
grow
businesslike and gloomy
columns
helping figures!
Accustomed
to the chirp of an angel-mouth,
words
homeless
think about the creep:
"Give the bag, citizen-aunt,
otherwise I'll bite,
and they infect it ».
Between thoughts
coming,
flood country,
on the country's forehead,
wrinkled by adversity,
in order of the year,
months,
of the day
put a slogan:
- B o r b b a c b e s p and g.

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