The answer to the "Dream"

1. The Dream

Frost led a stern eye,
with such a frost to be a sin, -
my coat is padded with gas,
my coat is not in the fur.

Let them, like rags, floors cut out
and legs dance-tra-ta-you ...
Some dreams warm my heart -
such sultry dreams!

Frost. I'll be a doctor soon,
I can smell the banquet in the air.
I will soon forget
pensions of scholarships and questionnaires.

There will be no need,
then it will go completely wrong.
Soon I will soon leave
you, a leaky coat!

I'll wear a fur coat more expensive,
I'll put my hat on my head,
and for the first time without any shudder
I will leave on the first winter day.

Then - a family picture.
I'll be back home in the evening,
and we will bask beside the fireplace
together with his young wife.

I will use for free
or peasants for pennies.
I'll be eating dinner neatly -
dinner of three decent dishes.

And there ... will go, as it should, kids.
You look - I'm called the head physician.
Finish the children of the seven-year-
then children will go to college.

Vuzovets

1. Answer

Well!
I'll write about the same thing.
I
all dreamy reverence.
I would like to
slightly continue

poet-college student "
dream
".

Vuzovets has grown.
Already the head physician.
Lives, as in paradise,
not tuzha about anything.
Wives of affection
luxurious and dusty.
Steaks for dinner -
to each pound.
For each -
two bottles of beer.
Everyone has it -
a magnificent fur coat in the closet.
And children,
coming
from the most diverse schools,
play,
to the daddy sitting on the abdomen ...
The worker is not full.
The peasant is gloomy.
The country is half-dressed frozen.
But they are shining
happiness
eyes of the head physician:
"I'm full,
and my business -
side. -
And suddenly
begin orders to cry:
"Nothing
from war
could not be buried.
Hurry up
yourself
mobilize,
enemies encircle the Soviets of the border. "
The Chief Doctor read
and a solid leg
sent back
home,
in the den.

• Maybe
  they
  without me will be repulsed.
  I -
  common man
  and thirsty coziness. -
  And the white rod.
  Why should they be lazy ?!
  And they took the gate
  poet of the hospital.
  Comrade Chief Physician,
  on dreaminess spit!
  Pooh
  from featherbeds
  they produce scissors.
  Wife
  your
  moustachine
  for braids
  to yourself
  drags into the concubines.
  Lies
  flat
  on the threshold of the daughter.
  Shawl -
  and blood is redder than a handkerchief.
  And where's the little boy?
  The highest measure
  court
  field
  awarded the pioneer.
  Went
  head physician
  in patchwork
  with the porch
  with their
  to ask for Christ's sake.

Such
cosiness
waiting for those,
who, throwing
fight

for the overall
better
,

himself
for one's own pleasure
dreams
create
canary coziness.
Question
about personal happiness
not simple.
When
to the republic
climb the thugs,
personal happiness -
this
growth
our
wealth and power.
Today
peace
lives on a volcano.
What for?
dreams of comfort were given ?!
We'll arrange everything,
if you go to the past
cursed word
"capitalism".
1927

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