АБВГДейка [ABVGDeyka] [English translation]

I enter my apartment block - there they are again

Smoking right on the stairway

Leaving burn marks on the ceiling with matches

At home, they have kids growing up

Their brain works, and they

Test their strength with crossword puzzles

Stupid, rude people; six letters:

These, my son, are morons!

I turn on my TV - there they are

Sitting in their plus-size suits

Strenously trying to look smart

Sleeping in the State Duma

One's red-faced, talking gibberish

Another's blaming the USA

And that's how they exist (for many years now):

Typical degenerates!

By the apartment, on the bench, these people are sitting

And screaming profanities loudly

Arguing about life in the USSR

Someone declares he's a soldier

Vodka from the bottle, some beer on top of that

Next to them - a pile of cigarette butts

It's best to look at them from a distance:

These, my son, are assholes!

Why is it that common courtesy

Is understood by them as weakness?

Why does one of them always, without fail

Try to do something mean to you?

Why is it that nothing changes

Even though the years are flying by?

It's simple, my son: in life, we oftentimes meet

Various kinds of dickheads!

• Artist:Vasya Oblomov