The emigrants -
To what New York?
World’s greatest sins
Our spines will hoist -
‘Cos bears are we!
'Cos tatars, too!
Louse-eaten, we
And firebugs, too!
So far, - on debt!
Then, from the dusk -
Hordes, multitudes
Will come to us.
Half-slanting race
Half-steeling crack
Locks shoulder-length
Snow-ridden pack.
In praise of God!
In praise of Mind!
‘Cos we are scab,
‘Cos we are sсum!
Like wolves we are
Through fiery fur –
The Russian star
Against the world!
We’re patricides -
What wilderness?
Lest we not err,
The cosmic scourge!
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