‘DOWN WITH SHAME’
On the path of our grey humdrum working life, on the boundless plains of untouched work, amid work which has inundated us from all sides in gigantic waves, fate has sent us a sumptuous flower, borne of impetuous human minds…
That lovely sumptuous flower is called the ‘Down with Shame’ society.
Across the cities of the expansive USSR naked people are emerging into the streets, their ‘shame’ covered with a mere fig leaf, and they ramble through the streets to the delight of the workers, peasants and Soviet public servants, but especially to the delight of the children and homeless urchins…
What a splendid sight to behold!
Graceful as gazelles, handsome as the Belvedere Apollo, attractive as the Venus of Milos, they carve up the dull mist of our existence with the whit
