Horse fire

A son
my father kept repeating three hundred times,
for the purchase of chasing:
"I'm growing a cavalryman."
Give it, father, a horse! -

What is there to think about for a long time?
Toys
in the shop
many to you.
And in the shop
son with father go
buy a four-footed.
In the shop they
such an answer:
"There are no horses today."
But of course,
can master
make a horse
any suit.
Here's the master. He says:

• It is necessary
  us
  get the cardboard.
  Horses of a similar body
  from cardboard it is necessary to do. -
  Everyone went gait important
  to a paper station.
  The worker asked them:
• You are fat
  or thin? -
  Asked
  and handed down three sheets
  excellent cardboard.
• By the way
  Here you are and glue.
  To glue together -
  glue the pour. -

The one who traveled,
knows himself,
no drive without a wheel.
Here they are at the joiner.
Of course, the carpenter is glad.
Fast,
exactly, not crooked,
made them wheels.
There are wheels,
no manes,
no
on the tail of the hairs.
Where is the ponytail to find us?
There,
where brushes and bristles.
The bristle-maker did not object, -
so that the horse came out wondrous,
gave
horsehair
for the tail
and horse's manes.
Have thought of -
there are no nails.
The nail is necessary everywhere.
They led their father
in the forge of a blacksmith.
I'm glad to smith.
"Shake it, guests!"
There you are
the best carnation. -
Before you sit down,
examined -
Whether all is?
And in one they said a voice:

• It is not enough to take cardboard and hair.
  A poor horse will come out,
  boring and pale.
  Take an artist and paint,
  that painted
  wool and eyes. -
  To the artist,
  deleted and fast,
  our cavalryman rushes in.
  "Comrade,
  You can not
  to paint the wool of a horse?
• I can. -
  And he went personally
  with different colors.
  The horse made a body,
  then the business began to boil.
  Company the rest of the day
  wasted
  and the horse went to work
  of the best material.
  Together we took everything for the cause.
  Cut a sheet of cardboard white,
  with glue the sheet is thoroughly impregnated.
  Have made a horse hoof,
  the bristle-maker made a tail,
  the smith drives a carnation.
  Fast at the carpenter's hand -
  the carpenter of the wheel ostrugal.
  The artist paints the brush,
  horsy
  eyes eyes.

What a horse,
what a horse -
hot than fire!
Although forward,
though back,
if you want - in the lynx,
if you want - in the dock.
Blue eyes,
in yellow apples side.
The bridle
and he saddled,
tightly harness braided.
On the back of the woven -
help Budyonny!
1927

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