What were you fighting for?

The rumor is coming
meaningless and nasty,
rubs in ears
and the heart is heeling.
They say,
that the wills of decay
our
among young people.
They say,
that another brother,
earned the order,
now
about the deliciousness of the forgotten rotiško
under the window
crimps in despondency.
What are you hungry for?
to envy
windows of shops in a bottle of dew,
and eat nepachi and zava
December
watermelons and melons.
The rumor is coming
about the terrible shame,
that only joy
razvoskresenena,
Komsomol members
the hussars
drink
yes they sing under Esenin's verse.
And comes to us
through the lips a curved slit:
"The revolution failed ...
Why fought? .. "
And its 18 years old
under the revolver will substitute -
and no,
or throat
will vpelyat in the spit.
And I grieve,
as a poet,
and swear,
as Mayakovsky.
I'm yours
not verses yelling,
rhymes in these matters
with nothing;
give
as a friend
pair of hands
put
on your shoulder.
I also knew,
which means "do not eat"
on the boulevards lay when, -
I realized,
that great honor
for their words
starve.
From under the curl,
cap curled,
raise your eyes,
Do not be sad and do not be angry.
Is there any
what to envy,
if you see this mucus?
As if the fish on the shore -
with the previous swim
it's hard to part with them.
Then they take care of the pot,
then
broken cabinet with inlays.
You are the lords
their souls and bodies,
with your will
meet the sunrise.
It -
very trifling matter,
if only
the revolution wanted
from accounts of special departments
this little thing
write off the expense.
But,
in the courtesy of the superfluous,
we -

instead of the forgotten Checks

we feed melons and pineapple,
their wives
we put on stockings.
And they
for all this,
that stockings,
that is paid dearly,
build us
houses and closets
and fighters
train trading.
Well,
without this and not!
Let's change them,
granite of pregryz.
Or
our will broke off
about today's
business smallness?
Us
a business
must
pierce through,
whining for pettiness
Be ridiculous.
Now
commune
valuable nail,
as the theses on communism.
Above beer
our young men
incline
their thoughts rakitovye?
Us
drink
in the future
all the juices of the earth,
as a cup,
world tipping over.
1927

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