Hearing the tumultuous applause to the 100th Anniversary of Russian October Revolution, we also feel obliged to pay our Reverence to the Heroic Ghosts of the Bolshevik Pantheon and commemorate all the consequences of their outstanding deeds that still, even now, shroud the Post-Soviet Landscape with Brilliant Red.
In Farewell, The Maiden Kissed The Forehead Of Her Beloved, Angels Blowing Their Horns Over The Fresh Grave.
The Crows' Scream Either Piercing People's Hearts, Or Got Lost Above The Billows. The Tree Crowns Replied, More Souls Will Be Lured To Their Doom.
Hardened Dogs Loosed Their Chains, Viciously Howled At The New Moon. News Like Broken Glass Scattered Around, Erupting Tomorrow, The Revolution Comes.
Rowan Trees Afire, Nothing Is Finer In October. Along, Men Like Charmed Snakes Marched To The War, Mechanically Waving Their Arms To The Red Ashes.
They Conduct Their Baptism With Blood, Do Not Judge Such Constitution Of The Minds, They Are Indebted To The Grief, Thus Revolution Recurs Anew Each Day.