Negritska Petrova

At Petrova's
in Hope
there is no clothing.
To buy
(the days have come!),
there is no money.
Her
in the prime of youth
spread in the tear slime?
Not a decadent,
no!
Waiting,
so that prices are lowered.
Stonet
Street
from the roar.
In the admiration of the hut.

  • Come out soon, Petrova, -
    in the shop
    prices are reduced.
    You can
    to be worn in dresses
    you want with a flower,
    with the fly.
    Decreased
    with a yard of chintz
    smooth
    penny with an octopus.
    Rejoice!
    Not life -
    raspberries.
    You can
    shine like a varnish.
    On the box
    shoe polish
    prices
    lower by a nickle.
    Finally!
    Gremi, the roulade!
    To yearning,
    spit on bitterness! -
    In the shop
    prices of marmalade
    halved on the pound.
    It's like a witch
    in the lamps of the scene,
    broom
    hiding the body,
    woman
    sadly
    looks at prices.
    How should it be?
    and what should she do?
    And she took it,
    having thought long,
    a cotton cloth
    (per sample),
    two boxes of shoe polish,
    marmalade -
    box.
    Baba sat down.
    The weight of the case.
    Baba thinks,
    herbs are quieter,
    like her
    hide from shame
    body…
    Finally
    the woman went out
    from scrap
    with fifty points
    on one nostril of a handkerchief.
    Working,
    Do not be lazy,
    shines birthday girl, -
    to the knee
    is sitting
    and gutalinitsya.
    Gutalin did not perish.
    Bright light revived.
    On foot
    boots
    own skin.
    Hour after hour rolls,
    woman
    colors the dress
    in Rosanna
    in different,
    with shingles.
    The woman is walking
    in the rain
    and in the heat,
    sparkling
    mountain goliznoy.
    But
    this Nadi
    nose
    and lips
    in the marmalade.
    Goes a gut-witch
    the street
    and a plowman.
    All Cows
    mooch,
    and bulls
    Shied away.
    And screams
    children gang:
  • The Negress
    from the jazz band! -
    And even
    note
    Chamberlain
    sent
    thorny thorns:
    that we
    blacks
    taken prisoner
    and
    We are stirring up in the Comintern.
    In verse
    reader
    waiting for morality.
    Please:
    so that women do not stumble,
    such merchants,
    as in the line of this,
    from behind the counter
    must sweep,
    and reduce
    prices
    on subjects
    huge need.
    1927

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