Текст песни Владимир Владимирович Маяковский - Прозаседавшиеся

Perplexed

A little night will turn into dawn
I see every day:
Who's in the chapters
who in whom
who is watered
who is in the lumen
people disperse in institutions.
Paper cases make rain
you enter the building a little:
taking away from fifty -
most important! -
employees disperse to meetings.
Declare:
“Could they give an audience?
I’ve been going from time to time. ”—
"Comrade Ivan Vanych left to sit -
the union of Theo and Gukon. "

Go around a hundred stairs.
The light is not nice.
Again:
“An hour later they told you to come.
Meet:
buying an ink bottle
Sponge-cooperative. "

In an hour:
not a secretary
no secretary -
holo!
All up to 22 years old
at a meeting of the Komsomol.

Climbing again, looking at the night
on the top floor of a seven-story building.
“Has comrade Ivan Vanych come?” -
“At the meeting
A-be-ve-ge-de-e-same-the-coma. "

Furious
to the meeting
breaking in an avalanche
wild curses dear belching.
And I see:
half people sit.
Oh the devil!
Where is the other half?
“Killed!
They killed! ”
I’m rushing around, yelling.
From a terrible picture crazy mind.
And hear
secretary voice of the secretary:
“She is in two meetings at once.
In a day
meetings at twenty
need to keep up with us.
Involuntarily we have to split.
To the waist here
but other
there".

You won’t fall asleep with excitement.
Early morning.
I meet an early dawn dream:
“Oh, at least
yet
one meeting
regarding the eradication of all meetings! ”

1922