Delicacies

From the scene, the fearless reporter transmits the latest news:
"Solyanka", armed to the teeth, goes towards the "workshop";
For those who protect the "workshop" - wide rotary cavities,
They sing, read poetry, and indeed, all this happens somewhere near Moscow.

A terrible thing, shouting into the microphone reporter, madness swept the streets!
Faces, he says, are covered with scabs, an inanimate look.
The diagnosis does not yande, does not ramp, does not google,
The last living people are hiding in the "Workshop"!

The reporter, by the way, was good - knows all the names and layouts:
Vasily, reports, Esmanov had just turned his eyes to Saprykin,
And Saprykin, immediately revived, that is, of course, rebelled from hell,
I chased - go guess, but on - for

fashion historian Alexander Vasiliev, clinging already rotten teeth
(And he straightens the hairstyle on the run, pulls the tights, overdos the scarf);

Forgive me, Lord, the reporter whispers, I want to be with you, -
Meat is us, we are meat, and runs to our, from the "hodgepodge", from all legs.

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