Our youth

To hundreds of bands throws me,
per thousand eyes of youth.
How different are the lands of my tribe,
and tongue is broken
and clothes!
Hard,
sweat erasing from the temple,
through the throat of a narrow tunnel
climbed through.
And, silencing the farewell whistle,
burst
express

from Kursk

!!

Factories.
Birches from the forest to the huts
run,
sheets of heap,
and clean,
as if listening to the Moscow Art Theater,
the Moscow swill.
Because of the horizons,
forests of broken,
the crowd is coming
nuts.
Baroque florets
from under the roofs of straw,
painted different.
Poems you will bring a whole bag,
with talent
can burst -
in reply
condescendingly chuckle
mouth
the Ukrainian of the cotton.
Spaces are running,
with the tail growing,
they are fried
the sun-cook.
And the train
already
runs to Rostov,
far beyond smoky Kharkov.
Fields -
per million tons of bread -
as if
they smooth the planes,
but in bread ocher
silver Don
shines
the dome of the kubanka.
Revolt the locomotive to hoarseness,
And so
began the Caucasus -
then the heads of sugar hanging ridges,
then in the sun -
firefighting.
Lechu
canyons, whistling muffled.
Snows and daddy's gray hair,
Squeezing daggers, the Ingush stand,
monitor
from the saddle
Ossetians.
Top
mountains -
ice,
bottom
heat
drinks,
and the sun is pouring iodine.
Tiflissev
find out and meters for a hundred:
walk for hours hot,
in the most fashionable hats,
in boots of nosy,
sort of Parisians.
In its own way
any
the basics,
Already the numbers are dreamed of in his own way.
Every third person -
your language
and own nation.
Once,
having thrown rubbish at the hotel,
forgot,
where I spend the night.
I
address
in Russian
asked the steward,
The crest answered:

• I can smell it. -
  When are the
  to a scientific topic,
  them
  framework of Russian
  narrow;
  with the Tiflis
  Academy of Kazan
  rewritten in French.
  And I
  Paris love extra measures
  (beautiful boulevards at night!).
  Well, you never know what -
  Baudelaire,

Malarme

and such other things!
But are we,
walking in fire and water
for years
struggle scorched,
raise
to replace yourself

boulevard

French dudes!
Use it,
who was tongue-tie and goal,
freedom of Soviet power.
Look for your root
and your verb,
into the darkness of philology.
Look at life
without glasses and shor,
eyes greedy grab
all that,
that your land is good
and what is good in the West.
But there is no place
anger smear,
Do not smear red souls!
Comrades of the youth,
look at Moscow,
in Russian vostrite ears!
If I were
and the Negro of advanced years,
and then,
without dejection and laziness,
I would have learned Russian
only for that,
that they
Lenin was talking.
When
October gun storms
through the streets
blood poured,
I know,
in Moscow they decided the fate
and Kiev
and the Tiflis.
Moscow
for us
not a power lasso,
the leader of the earth is behind us,
Moscow
not as a Russian to me,
but as a fire banner!
Three
different sources
inside of me
speech.
I
not from katsapov-razin.
I -
grandfather of a Cossack,
others -
sachevik,
but by birth
Georgian.
Three
different drops
in itself combining,
I take
right here it is -
cover by
All-Union combined.
And your
and rusopets.
1927

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