Людмила Петрушевская - Мой Бой
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My battle lives on the Okhotny row

I am visiting him as usual



Large apartment like a column hall

Everywhere people although he did not call anyone



My fight with a beard but he is famous dude

And everything to visit him is just so



He takes the dates of Khokhlov and Mordw

All who come to this city in Moscow



My battle one book was written

In which it says how to nurture capital



His companies broke a clear stump

But with him there people all who are not too lazy



My fight disabled deaf silent and without legs

And he would tell them the word if he could



I am tired of really me good food

Let me someone from here will take



My fight with a beard but he can't understand

That it's time for this apartment to change



But he stands stubbornly my poor fear

Like a turtle in spots with a white beard



He is not gray-haired my fight is pigeons

And how to help him do not know even kill



Here such things have many birds

And their chaos do not know borders at all - oh!



Sit on the nose on your head anyway

My fight as a fool all in white guano



I can not change the apartment to replace

You are a foreigner you can drain



But he stands stubbornly my poor fear

And with him a dog whose legs



My battle lives on the Okhotny row

I still do not come to visit him



I'm sorry for him Nemeless, though I am not from planks

My fight with a beard My poor Karl Marx