Ivan Braginski

[there's the faint slam of a door in the distance, followed by the scrape of metal against plaster, as of a pipe being dragged along a wall. heavy footsteps fill the silence for a moment, two, before the singing begins, low at first]

Soyuz... nerushimy respublik svobodnykh--

[another rattle, another slam of a door]

Splotila naveki-- [slam, scrape]

--velikaya Rus'!

Da... Da zdravstvuyet-- [another slam, louder than before] --sozdanny... voley narodov.

Yediny, moguchy Sovetsky Soyuz~!

There is a mess outside. Оно красно. All over the front step. That is rude, is it not, to leave it sitting so? Someone could step in it. Someone could ruin it.

Japan, have you seen? Оно как красно как большой флаг.

Оно красивейше. This festival in the city, it would be nice if it were to never end. It is warm, and bright. The flowers thrive. I have not seen such sunflowers since. Since when? I cannot remember.

Japan, have you come out yet? Come, while the sun is still shining. Или я получить вас вместо?

Какая выходка это?

If this is a trick, then I must say I remain unamused. America, I thought you better than this, above this. Is this best you can do?

Lithuania? Latvia? Estonia?

Belarus?



Why?