Cast iron pants – Vladimir Mayakovsky

Saxon Square;
from the area flat,
dusty parades,
встает
metal
Mr. Poniatowski -
marshal
Napoleon.
No pants.
Mayor with shoulders.
Конь
with copper tail.
In the right hand
in the pan
sword,
eastward.
The East is us.
East - Ukraine,
villages
and our huts.
And so
convert
Ukraine
into ruins
threaten
sword and marshal.
Нам
fight you -
no reason,
we -
brothers to polish brother.
And you will climb,
break the swords
cleaner,
than Bonaparte.
We don't need
your his
no fiber.
Let him send you
people,
not a clique,—
and, do mercy,
welcome to us,
as a member
All-Union Central Executive Committee.
And if you
specialist
for war trouble,
close by -
enemies of the mob,
your sword
inverted
on the Belvedere,
ninety degrees
to the right.
There's a marshal
and horse
with a tail pipe
any Pole
in Russian
for it,
that russian
the first to rise,
from there
will be
nauskivat.
But in Poland
marshal
little now.
Workers -
much more,
and if
you
for Poland,
тебе
have to
stand with us now
together
against lord Poland.
And the monuments
we also have.
It -
a matter of luck.
And we will give you trousers
from cast iron;
deserve
and stand…
Before the vision!

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