In a new museum, someone is blowing up a fireplace, And in every movement of theirs — the joy of these everyday days.
A sharp axe hangs on the wall, And every murderer is glad of this.
And in each of us, the desire to blow up and shed blood is growing,
And if the world forgets the crafts — come back here at once -
But then you won't be able to leave.
The Interest of the Social Environment
© Copyright: Вероника Логунова, 2026
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