The beacon gleams at dawn.
The vicious enemy in vain
Upon us heaps its scorn.
The iron horse, it sallies forth
To smash historic laws,
To help the workers of the Earth
Reveal their certain flaws.
Eleventh hour soars on high,
The ninth wave is aglow.
Ba’al and Moloch! Our stride Bespeaks your final throes!
B) The Oriental Version
The uryuk blooms with fragrant strain,
A kishlak gleams at dawn.
And past aryks and alleyways
An ishak wanders on.
THE ASIAN FLAVOR
1. Uryuk (apricots)
2. Aryk (canal)
3. Ishak (donkey)
4. Pilaf (food)
5. Bai (a bad man)
6. Basmatch (a bad man)
7. Jackal (an animal)
8. Kishlak (village)
9. Piala (tea cup)
10. Madrasah (religious school)
11. Ichigs (shoes)
12. Shaytan (devil)
13. Arba (cart)
14. Shaytan-Arba (the Central Asian Railroad)
15. Me not understand (expression)
16. You like? (expression)
APPENDIX
Using the materials in Section I and the methodology outlined in Section II, one can also produce: novels, novellas, poems in prose, short stories, sketches of daily life, fictionalized reports, chronicles, epics, plays, political columns, political board games, radio oratorios, etc.
When Ukhudshansky had finally absorbed the contents of the document, his hitherto dull eyes livened up.
He, who up until that moment had limited himself to covering official meetings, suddenly saw the lofty peaks of style open up before him.
“And for all that—twenty-five tugriks, twenty-five Mongolian rubles,” said the grand strategist impatiently, suffering from hunger.
“I don’t have any Mongolian,” said the correspondent of the union paper, not letting the Celebratory Kit out of his hands.
Ostap agreed to accept ordinary rubles, and invited Gargantua, who he was already addressing as “my dear friend and benefactor,” to come to the dining car.
They brought him a carafe of vodka that sparkled with ice and mercury, a salad, and a cutlet that was as big and as heavy as a horseshoe.
After the vodka, which made him slightly dizzy, the grand strategist informed his dear friend and benefactor, in confidence, that he was hoping to locate a certain man at the Northern Site who owed him some money.
Then he would treat all the journalists to a feast.
Gargantua responded with a long, compelling, and completely unintelligible speech, as usual.
Ostap called the barman over, inquired whether champagne was available, and how many bottles, and what other delicacies he had, and in what amounts, and said that he needed all this information because, in a couple of days, he was planning to give a banquet for his fellow scribes.
The barman assured him that everything possible would certainly be done.
“In compliance with the laws of hospitality,” he added for some reason.
As the site of the joining got closer, more and more nomads appeared.
They descended from the hills to meet the train, wearing hats that looked like Chinese pagodas.
Rumbling along, the special train dove into rocky granite cuts, passed over the new triple span bridge, whose last girder had been installed only a day earlier, and went on to storm the famous Crystal Pass.
It became famous thanks to the builders of the Eastern Line, who had completed all the blasting and track-laying in three months, instead of the eight allocated by the plan.