In any institution,
wherever you prepolzhayte,
is heard
palms creaking:
this
with help
handshakes
people
spread the flu.
But the bacillus
none
has no right
climb
at you
without a visa of the People's Commissar for Health.
And above the chancery
in the walled case
hanging
ad
the following essence:
"In view of
epidemics
arm
each other
in vain do not pop. "
And under the poster -
lumbago,
timid, like hazel grouse,
and polite down.
I read it
official
words of a poster,
I decided -
do not reap:
on the poster to rely on.
Do not die the same!
And, like a mouse,
fidgeted,
rustle
in the floors of paper.
And suddenly
starcaster
establish this
has come
some paper on.
It's bustling,
according to the ranks of the subordinate,
who is unnamed,
to whom
pointing.
Gone
to outgoing
the soul of a pom-bu.
And suddenly
above the pom-pooh
in the very ear:
- Comrade ...
as you?
Never mind!
Hello. -
And the pen -
imperious,
than beloved in passion.
"Tell us
your aunt,
what do you
and here
Hands do not shake.
What principle is there!
We are employees ...
we are not princes. "
And a finger
then -
in the palm of both hands,
forgetting about everything
and the microbe.
I know
comradely this
a gesture to you?
Bliss!
The next day I washed myself,
but it was
late.
Pomglavbukha -
already influenza.
Sucks
thermometer
in all armpits.
Thirty eight,
and even lishki.
Poor thing
and the doctor
did not help anything,
poor thing
into the cot lay down.
Poor thing
burnt,
how is it burning
on a candle
fluttering moth.
I
in life
severe school passed.
I -
different conventions
enemy.
And he lived,
to my mind,
not good,
and died -
as a fool.
1927

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