Running and landing. Special issue

At seven twenty he will come, an insidious prochind ...

At seven twenty he will come

From Ibach back.

Neither Putin nor Medvedev

They do not know what to say.

And I would not know either

In the place of their Gabney,

But, thank you, God

I'm still not them.

How to warm it -

And so already worn?

Plant in Sheremetyevo?

Or immediately in Lefortovo?

They will not let it out according to the weather,

Will they suddenly poison him again?

So that we do not bake

Close the entrance to Vnukovo?

They solder him a couple of years -

Liberd will swallow

Therefore, therefore

You can’t go there*.

He will come at seven twenty twenty

Berlin patient.

Sub the debit one-

What is the happy end?

The people are strictly configured

Than on crisis days

(But, Glory to you, God

I'm not them either).

Think, comrades!

They will arrange a trial for you.

Already fighters called the same

And you were warned!

OMON was aimed at

Clouched - it will not part ...

Trollenes, warehouses,

Zalupintsy, Planstsy ...

We will just shout after him -

And the point, gentlemen?

Therefore, therefore

You can’t go there **.

At seven twenty he will come -

And a watchful trace

For a long time about this rave

And splashes boiling water.

Offended the veteran

And they also have a fund ...

I think security

Will rise on board.

Save us, the Virgin, -

How our life is confused!

Now he will become embittered

And it will become worse than Putin.

Sniff properly -

Bouquet of familiar smells:

He will have lunch

Chekists have breakfast.

There are no other recipes to him -

Executions without trial ...

Therefore, therefore

You can’t go there ***.

He will come at seven twenty twenty

Cruel troglot

All wounds will be forced -

More precisely, forced;

And we are in Russian prose,

Among native sorrows

Warm up, as in manure

Shy sparrow.

Creating a godless,

You have chosen a difficult matter

Anxious, spicy

And in general the impossible.

And in the cold Adovo

In spite of friends-conservals

Again we need to be tormented -

Whether to go, do we go,

Should we send us hello to him

Or spit, as always ...

One by one

You can't go there! ****

He will come at seven twenty twenty

Kovarny Pokhindei,

And immediately

People from nonhumans.

I will add shocking

Loving to embarrass the minds:

What is it - it doesn’t matter, &

More important - what we are.

We know, scientists:

The world is only moving nonsense

The more doomed

Especially victorious.

What to be afraid, God, we,

When is I so in my mouth?

Than the matter is more hopeless

The more sweet participation.

Everything will come true on Letov -

Kill the horde in yourself.

Therefore, therefore

Who, how,

And I'll go * .

• This is a call.

** This is all the more a call.

This is specifically a call. * This is a fiery call. **
*** And this is not a call.

See again

The cover of Novaya Gazeta. The theme of the number is the return to Russia of Alexei Navalny and the threat to his supporters