large dark hall. There are rows of seats
people.The spokesman on the platform is
There,s a table covered with red cloth
That,s where I'm sitting...
By Lenin,s side...By Dzerzhinsky's side...
Dzerzhinsky's watching the hall and the
Lenin,s trying to choke his yawn.
I think, so great he is - but bored as
He doesn't lack human.
And so I sat engaged in dreaming.
A nudge into my flank made me regain consciousness.
Dzerzhinsky,stop slumbering already!
The leader,s touch was flattering, but
it was necessary to explain I was no Dzerzhinsky.
Of cjurse, it's dark here, you can fail
to spotn a
But - good gracious! What's that? My face
moustache. here's some uncomfotable service
on my shoulders. I think it's not me.
Not me! Who's that I wonder!
I seem to have uttered an awful sound,
Lenin a start so that he nodded.
It's true, Dzerzhinsky, he,s not to be
The reality of the incredible transformation
consciousness at last. I became himself...
Someone's pulling the lap of my jacket.
round. There's a small shrivelled old
She twitters, "I belive both in God
I could merely smirk before. But now I
burden of the great responsibility. And
say slowly and severely,"Think about
The old woman squeaked and rushed away.
seats are rattling when moved aside.
Everybody stands up and start singing
I stand up also and sing with trepidancy,"That
is our final..." Thats
when I wake up.