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The city's roar is far away, Black silence broods on Neva's brink. No more police! We can be gay, Comrades, without a drop to drink.

A boorzhooy, a lonely mourner, His nose tucked in his ragged fur, Stands lost and idle on the corner, Tagged by a cringing, mangy cur.

The boorzhooy like a hungry mongrel: A silent question stands and begs; The old world like a kinless mongrel Stands there, its tail between its legs.