Igor Severyanin. (№ 322318)

Meanwhile, steadily melts
Army of the knights of days gone by,
Casually luxuriantly grows
A new breed... of people.
And those now under thirty.
Hope father does not understand:
Really never come to terms
With that emerged during the unrest.
And meeting new young people
Without mercy, without shrines
Will fill our heart a shiver
And the burning horror of deserts...