«The day is gone, the line diminished, / And I again edge to the exit. / With a slight sweep of the white finger / I cut through the secret of ages. In the blue stream of my fate / The cold scum beats and froths, / And the seal of mute bondage / Adds a new wrinkle near the puckered lip. ...»
«Ah, what a blizzard, be damned! / Driving white nails into the roof. / Only I’m not afraid, and in my fate / With a scampish heart I’m nailed to you.»
«I'd root out / bureaucracy / once and for ever. / I have no respect / for formalities. / May every paper / go to the devil / But for this... A courteous official / passes through / The maze of compartments / and halls. / They hand in passports, / And I, / too, / Hand in ...»
«About turn! March! / Away with a talk-show. / Silence, you speakers! / Comrade Mauser, / you / have the floor. / Down with the law which for us / Adam and Eve have left. / We'll ruin the jade of the past. / Left! / Left! / Left! / Hey, bluejackets! / Be gone! / Sail away!...»