- The belly on the altar of the fatherland
Vopit
Abroad
newspaper swarm,
that the pilot Lindberg
hero!
Loafer!
From New York
in Paris
flew to betting.
Who will believe?
What children?
Where is his witness?
I personally,
not being a child at all,
I do not believe this trouble.
It must be,
was flying
short cut
and rested on the road.
And so
for some sort of flight there
wreaths head cut.
Hot people!
And the Russians -
ice,
you can not turn around the hero.
And in our Union,
if you scratch,
more heroes are.
Let's take Ivanov.
Hero of Vkhutemasa
.
I
this bet is conquered:
he ate
during
half an hour
five pounds of pasta!
Bet without fraud:
sit and eat!
And from above
is the jury.
When he
tired
from the hard work
and murmuring
in the gut
has begun,
jury
stood ...
at the door of the toilet
good
half an hour.
Already
Ivanov
in a doubt grieves:
victory and honor -
or collapse?
Vlazyat eyes from his orbits,
and terrible
faces
swollen appearance -
lit,
like the sun in the mountains.
Minute…
Hurry!
The hall freezes ...
Hero
with one
the last
two pasta
sucked
and clapped
with a spoon
about the bottom.
"Hooray!" - yelling
and north
and south.
Came
representatives of the press.
Take pictures,
draw,
interviewing,
on the belly
put compresses.
"Hooray!"
Russian sports won,
to the university
did not cause embarrassment ...
And the caplet
on the floor
bloody sweat
from his work
paunch.
But I
cold-blooded for the joy of them.
I do not share a fervor.
What can grow
from here such?
The drunks,
gluttons, priests?
What if
in you
gambling passion,
her
not to grub the collar -
take a bet
and repainted
heels
working apartments.
Do not you burst
and do not crash.
More useful
and more interesting!
And then
and high school
decompose all,
with the hero gluttony zatskayas.
It's time
Lime from our universities
such mores
bursatsky.
- Huge trifles
Do not think,
what all,
than Vhutemas lives,
passes,
mediocrity tms.
Sometimes,
here
in the hostel tap -
legs
cigarette butts wander,
hanging web
and up
and down ...
Come,
look
and hang yourself!
And then another
poor feed -
Yesenin's verse
and vodka
and a failed novel
with the first twitching.
And so
cell LKSM,
after
on this whirlpool,
announces
by the university
all -
competition
for the best room.
Washed the floors,
and a tablecloth on the table -
and the house
gradually came to life,
and it became
"Suicide nest"
joy of youth.
Fight
for a clean table and chair!
Comrades,
more attempts
introduce
electricity and cleanliness
in the bleakness of our life!
1927
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