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Date
10/16/2021
Author
Dmitry Bykov
Source
Novaya Gazeta
Preserved copy
Internet Archive
Translated material

Shaninskoye

The scale of local greatness is not threatened with a way of thinking, no, but the very fact of its presence

Peter Sarukhanov / "New"

Pasternak*, vampire style

Over the years, everything will be bloody

And rules his wretched feast

In the years of fearlessness and powerlessness,

But the sign from the signs:

Scale of local greatness

It is not a way of thinking, no, no

And the very fact of its presence.

The denunciation is raging like diarrhea

Burlit, like Witch Varev,

And the bottom in Russia is not one-sir,

And break through - do not break it ...

The ino -agent became Rosbalt;

Say, "Republic" **, with hopes;
"Memorial" *** - Gang mining,

They are not eventually detained

The country is again equal to itself

But the case of Zuev is more clearly:

Not seeing your log

They found a straw in his eye.

He was loyal, but smart -

And tired of the supreme mummies:

After all, the slogan of current times -

Loyalty in pairs with low -sight.

Such times have come

That even Shaninka is inappropriate

(Although she does not like it -

Make another, who interferes with something?).

The brains are now not to the court

And, so to speak, the abyss of them opened:

At the meager current feast

It should only be sweet.

Educators are not sparing,

The era rejects Zuev:

In the days of the cold rain

It is naive to run between his jets.

Have the experience of Sobchak

Chubaisa Mind and appearance Zbruev -

The latest Cheka will not give

Leave from Zev Ambzuryev.

You are unchanged, old friend,

Reincarnation of Rasplyuev -

He hates everything around

Superior to his snot.

Their system is hammering everyone in a row,

Equal from the block to Klyuyev,

He will trample you to hell,

No matter what point to kiss him.

He wants to make a sample

His wretched Kukuevo,

Be an honor, conscience, father,

So that the world is divided by his mind!

Oh, these wet dreams!

But replace Zuev

You can't, Darling, nor you,

Neither your office (the manuscript breaks on this).

* From a letter to Ivanov dated April 8, 1942 ** recognized by the authorities in the agent. *** recognized by the authorities in the agent.