They make merry voyages Through the old cesspools of paid lies: “Kids and Zhids... Tsibulya and peysy... Save Russia! Sharpen your knives!"
Putting on gloves and pinching your nose (My nose cannot stand their vomit), I ask you to answer me without scolding and barking To my useless but clear question:
Isn't it so: you are cleaner than the January snowdrifts And wisdom oozes from your heads - Then why, out of a hundred Judeophobes, Fifty scoundrels, fifty donkeys?
Sasha Cherny "Judophobia", 1909