Object "37".

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/ The bright memory of my stepfather -

From his poetic heritage /

The lamp burned in red

And with her the signal rang,

And we are in the smoking room at work

The head of the shift called.

And we dressed costumes

To the central hall, to the "Piglet",

Gaiki boiled off the channels

And they picked it to the hook.

The taps rumbled above us,

The dosimeter "quickly" shouted,

And after Gorky they drank vodka,

So that Stontzius does not pester us.

And no matter how difficult it would not happen

We have always fulfilled the plan

We were often deprived of prizes,

Awarded - occasionally.

The lamp burned in red,

But the signal has not rang already

We wash in shower

The head of the shift sent.