Leninsky

To the 150th anniversary

My views are confused
And all do not come down to zero:
The more I live with Putin,
The more Lenin love.

For almost a century he has been sleeping without waking up
In a crystal fabulous coffin.
I do not read the philosopher in him -
I have a row of his view;

Matterism, as he is famous,
Or empyryecriticism
I do not like it to a small extent:
I see cretinism in this.

And fascination with executions -
His well -known trouble
At least those called white,
They were not humane then.

Its runen monotony
And demagogy tamtam -
I saw all this in the toilet I
(And he saw Intelns there).

But everything that has completely drove
And poisoned the Russian world - -
Under him, one day with a bang collapsed,
And he was somehow sweet to me.

Not by itself, but only compared
With rot of this gut ...
Like Benz is the power of a genius,
Although not the genius of good.

I understand everything about Lenin!
All objections are true.
I'm from such a generation
What knew both sides.

But the propaganda of their gimming,
But the insatitude of their claws,

But the smell of eternal decay -
Any Lenin is worse.

Once I asked Zizhek
Taking an autograph on duty:
Here you wrote the books,
That our Ilyich is in many ways right

And he would be almost the first to you
I'm afraid I sent it for execution
And with an admixture of the fun of the nervous
I personally looked at it!

And he replied: we are not a whole,
The thinker I, penetrated the essence,
And such trifles should not
To embarrass the philosopher at all.

The history of Russia is long
And all her willing
With a short personal fate
We should not measure.

At such a time we were bought out*,
That somehow you can’t say in the future
What is prettier - to rot in a swamp,
In a large flame, burn out.

Which is better - Lee Red, Lee,
Or these derains are sobbing ...
At another time, we would have left -
Now the output is blocked.

Who has seen such a thor
Who was so scrapping - -
Nothing is already expensive:
Not only life, but also loot.

All the pandemic was crippled,
And everyone seems to be right
There is nothing so to lose,
That the chain is handed over to scrap metal!

That the riot is barren is true kutsay.
I even learned an idiot,
That no revolution
It does not lead us to prosperity.

All this is frantic zeal,
Both blood and foam on the lips -
All for the sake of a short moment,
When the women happen.

They say it's green
That younger is more from hand ...
And I will say - drown for Lenin
The old people are inclined today.

Not because Soviet power
We were poisoned from the first days,
But because anger is not true
The excitement of children's stronger.

When you understand that life is lost
Eyes watery, the joint crunchs, -
Then you just want Lenin.
“I will die at Putin?! About shame! "

When the time comes mature,
Almost always comes with him
Such a degree of disgust,
That we love and explain the riot.

So others at the sight of the virus
In the depths of Siberian ores
The inhuman slogan escaped:
You look, and these will dial!

Then other jokes will go -
Terror, ruin and all in dust, -
But two minutes! Two minutes!
Live without these upstairs!

And all the slaves and all the owners,
And all the fetid drunks,
All the mouths are bared, open,
And all the substituted ears,

And all the monarchies, and temporary,
And to everyone who chews a-ni-neas,-
I’ll say: if you will cover you with Lenin,
Then I agree that we.

*Hidden and forgot (Argo).