An “anti-exhibition” was organized in Pskov so that work could begin on “urban planning mistakes” Our neighbor Bukashkin lives with us, An accountant the color of a blotter, But, like balloons, Antiworlds are burning above him! And in them, magical like a demon, Rules the universe, reclines Antibukashkin, academician, And he touches Lollobrigid. But they dream of Antibukashkin Visions of the color of a blotter. Long live the Antiworlds! Fantasts - in the middle of the wall. Andrey Voznesensky.