Joke, like the truth

I'm bored with Pushkin.
Cast iron murmurs.
Boulevard
good
dudes idle.
Pushkin
required
cultural society,
and he
slipped

Passionate monastery

.

From Pushkin
to Izvestia
two hundred steps.
Just
he would be
the company was,
but Pushkin
nearly
not to see "Izvestia"
hamper
writer
fucking domes.
Passionate
trounces
acres of ends.
If
Who
cast iron led!
There
companion

Stepanov-Skvortsov

would accept
and typed
in the Red Field.
But between
got up
cursed Passionate,
all
obscures
dome-pear ...
And the "Red Field"
and without Pushkin red,
moderately red
and immensely boring.
"Izvestia"
also
not fun, brothers,
bored

from Oreshins and Zozul

.

But as
to the real writer to get?
Passionate monastery -
a thorn in the eye.
"Izvestia"
Pushkin
Passionate overshadowed,
Pushkin
monastery
overshadowed the newspaper,
and both
they are bored,
and it seems
them,
that there is no way out.
Rejoice,
found an exit
of
provisions of this:
take down the Passion

and we will build Guise

,

to rejoice
view poets.
Many stories, Guise,
and from the building
the words
printed
Lei to us,
to rejoice
Pushkin
their publications,
luxurious,
cheaper
and anniversary.
And Izvestia
Pleasant intimacy.
Lafa!
Reserve to friends.
Any
employees
take from Giza,
from this
writing
tanks.
Let it be
in a new way
called the area,
asphalt splits,
and above it -
pages
printed
a thought will spread
from Pushkin
up to our
newspaper days.
In that
are interested in
not only three,
take up construction,
in vain is not a time,
and this,
you will see,
all arrange:
and Pushkin,
and Guise,
and Izvestia ...
and me.
1928

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I just them and decided to share them with you.