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S. Zharikov
Gift to Comrade Stalin. Poem

gold pipes, red banners.
Outside the window, Moscow became quiet, froze.
the fair-haired boy is breathing faster,
speaks vows proud words.
as if repeating clearly word for word
here in front of his comrades
Pavlik Morozov dear oath,
the oath of all young heroes.
holding a new tie, the counselor thinks:
Should such a tie be tied?
and strict guys decide
can the boy be accepted into your squad?
the word of this oath tomorrow will be deed,
the pioneer will keep the oath forever,
will be bold, bold and skillful,
will love the Motherland.
and his excitement is transmitted to everyone,
and this minute in life will not be forgotten.
heart beats, swears to the motherland,
The party swears to be faithful.
and knotted a new smooth tie,
embraced the pioneer with scarlet red cotton.
the tie is smooth - without a single fold -
like a banner flashed hotly.
he will show his new tie to the whole earth,
he will walk with a retinue, strong and broad-shouldered.
"our change" - Comrade Stalin will say,
and the driver will smile on the locomotive.
he grows big, comes to the bridge,
and to meet Stalin in wide boots.
in wide boots, with a tube in the mouth

smoke melting rings
the wind blew.
in a white jacket - so that the sun
not too hot -
tanned black mustache,
he stood over the river,
waved the blond head
cheerfully hand.
the boy is breathing hot,
whip flutters,
and comrade Stalin hears
a whole conversation.
the pipe in hand is smoking
smoke spreads.
he says: "come in handy"
and will add the term
on Red Square people
passes slowly.
there is a boy at the gate
and does not take his eyes off the tower.
his blizzard of everything
covered with white fur
and from walking his triuh
moved a little to one side.
but here from the corner tower
in a sheepskin coat
a sentry comes out to him,
whitened by frost.
"I'm in the Kremlin, - the boy says, -
I absolutely need it. "
but looks suspicious
for a small military man.
the shooter asked him again:
"and on what business?"
"I brought a gift to Stalin," -
answered the boy boldly.
here brightened and kinder
serious eye shooter
and respectfully looked
shooter on the boy.
did not Trotsky the fox hide there
explosives, insidious poison?
but a light reflection from the buttonholes
let me know that everything is fine

solemn silence
in the Kremlin office,
and from the window Moscow is visible
in an ominous gray light.
working day all over the earth
is in full swing,
and Stalin works in the Kremlin
with all the native people.
his associates here
come for advice
and always at his post
it is associated with the whole light.
there was a miner at his place,
medal awarded,
and just a conversation
he graduated with a scientist

Comrade Stalin took the package,
adjusted the checker on the side,
then he untied the lace,
and there...............
and there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ROUGH !!!
people are coming in streams,
flows meet.
but walking down the street
the kid is short.
why did he tie a tie,
were friends with everyone close?
what a vile deed proved
That Trotskyist fosterling?
in a three-ear redhead up to eyebrows,
well tailored in a jacket
walking down his street
the most famous one.
his people fed, watered,
taught, treated for free,
gave him a lot of strength -
now - irrevocably ...
and behind the Kremlin wall,
sending everyone to the dacha,
drooping quietly his head,
comrade Stalin
crying