Xрущев поднял туфлю и уже хотел ударить по кафедре но увидел засохшее говно на подметке. Наверно я где-то влез в говно по самую щиколотку догадался Хрущев. Но все-таки он шваркнул туфлей и погрозил, - мы вам покажем кузькину мать, капиталистические бляди!

Khrushchev raised his shoe and already wanted to hit on the Chair but saw dried shit on the sole. I have somewhere stepped into a shit up to the ankles, guessed Khrushchev. But still, he has hit the Chair with the shoe and exclaimed:- We'll show you Kuzkin's mother, capitalist sluts!

We all have moments with the dust, but the dew is given

The Trees

For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie sleekly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can't be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance.