May – Vladimir Mayakovsky


old
1-oh May.
Sneaked
secretly
for the last houses I.
Squinted my eyes:
where the gendarme,
where is the Cossack?
Working
in a cap,
in the hand -
pen.
Converged -
and further,
muttering the password.
Behind Sokolniki,
thieves,
a gang,
lurked
most
deaf lawn.
Hurry
reliable
on watch.
Brushed off
soon
quiet speech.
Рванув
because of the bosom
Red flag,
шли
and a handful
blouses behind us.
Crunched
bush
under the horse's foot.
- To jail!
Under checkers!
Through the whistle of nuts! —
But us
hopelessness
did not sting longing,
we knew it -
for us
factory world.
We knew it -
presses
this minute
workers,
beggars
whole world.
And knew
flag bearer,
axle under the block,
that his blood is
most
surest sowing.
Will come -
who came do not count by name -
millions
red
the banners will rise!
And come out
in attack
centuries and eras
innumerable powers
SS SS Er.

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