Our Kind Grass!

Our Kind Grass!
Sergey Fyodorovich Fyodorov

...they are mowing the grass beneath the window
The hayfields are roaring
Chewing the grass with gasoline...
And the grass... has nothing to answer with.
No thorns, no stinging nettles,
Just our kind grass!
And they are... mowing it to death!
Does it not please someone now?
Why?
Russian beetles live there, and the caterpillars of Russia...
— Protect THEM!
THEY are citizens too!


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