What is the park?

It is clear to everyone,
that the park -
a place
for couples in love.
A place,
where under the nightingale
two souls
in one sovem.
Where does
to love shivers
net
tangled tracks.
In the parks in these
moon and arch.
With the gondola

barcaroles

on the waters you.

But I
I say
about another park -
about the park
culture and recreation.
In this park
come so,
afternoon
of work
rewound, -
like trams
enter the park,
to the tram park
for repair.
Are your hands tired?
It is for you -
gig!
Muscle
of steel,
gig,
vycheknani!
Tired legs?
Feet good!
From the lair room
go
and football!
Is your back exhausted?
Blooming in sweat,
do mercy,
Shparat in tennis.
The Nep Heart -
too pleased:
Europe
remember
in a step and in a knock.
glad
and the soul of a bureaucrat:
lawn -
like a table
in green cloth.
Wheel -
you die from laughter -
wield
complete
with an eye.
It's hard for them -
but it is necessary to go!
Learn
adapt.
Mousetrap -
citizens of twenty
in the grid
wire lines.
Right,
learn to hide
from taxes
People's commissar.
And the mass
pours in
in the fun of it.
there is
where the thought is tapping.
Here
you
from the Moscow City Council
radio
and exhibition.
Under the handle
handle the goods you need
whether to carry
with melancholy ?!
With the trade union
a walk open!
Go away,
eccentric,
with a languid longing,
room age
and bezmyasy!
Come in,
comrade,
in the tempo of urban,
to the park
scope and mass!
1928

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