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Vladimir Mayakovsky, from Pro Eto - That's What

Home quite by chance.

And I sit
Ivan's church
feeling terrible.
The Kremlin towers are like spears.
You can just see Moscow's windows.
with their Christmas trees.
A wave broke
over the Kremlin's caverns
now singing
and now
a Christmas billow of bells,
Moscow's holy day
streams down
from the Terek and the Daryal
over the seven hills.
My hair rises on end
I strain like a croaking frog
and I am afraid
and I take just one step back
and this old
swarms round me
- like on Myasnitskaya —
all over again.