№ 17

To
in Moscow

unknown to Nikolskaya

?

Asphalt street -
smooth,
slippery.
On the street house -
seventeenth number.
Casually glanced at the shop windows
and measurement.
Grew up and grown up
and do not move past,
by the Os -

air force

.

Under the glass
on a paper sheet
laid
human brushes.
The monsters of the hands
look one by one -
one is black,
burnt
and crouched,
as if her
set on fire,
and peeling off
glove
Burnt skin.
The other hand
ate an abscess
hole,
bigger
wormhole.
And with a third hand,
swollen from the leg,
behind the nail
peels off
a blue nail ...
Bandit manicurist
under each name -
is worth
foreign
name of the gas.
So that with these windows
horror-stricken
did not sat down
for everyone
a triple,
of all
human
forces prinatazhas,
crepe
defense
Soviet country.
Who
into the defense
work is not grown?
Stop!
not a step past,
by the Os -
air force.
Go on,
one hundred millionth mass,
in a hundred million masks.
1928

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