Vonzay self-criticism!

Our work

sparkles on the "Gigante"

,

dry steppe
pleasing the bread.
Our work
glitters.
Wherever you look,
rises
factory fence,
But from the stain
and the sun shine
could not
to insure, -
then blurts out
us
spot
Smolensk,
then blurted out

Astrakhan

.

The disease is
deep,
do not wait,
newspapers while
an article
pus will leak out, -
the knife of the surgeon
in the sides
stick to self-criticism!
Not for a year,
not for vidic
such a
criticism.
Not to us
criticize screaming
for Sport
throaty,
no,
our criticism -
lever arm
and life
and economy.
Country of Soviets,
clean yourself -
interior and body,
that, by purity
his
shiny,
the republic looked.
So as not to stagger
left,
right
the dominion of communism,
tottering
check
their
working low.
Where is dope,
where the white trap,
where is the zava
surround relatives -
etch
from day to day
then I caress,
then whip,
to quickly
the country
raise,
going
by five years.
Us
criticism
year after year
needed,
remember,
as a person -
oxygen,
as clean air -
room.
1929

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