The red gang of renegade Zyuganov celebrates a holiday with nothing to do, shouts "long live the Soviet Union #33" and once again brands the oligarchs and capitalism occupied. The ranks of the gang are thin, Duma's elections destroyed the shining followers of Mr. Zyganov, a native of the village of Mimarino, the good news is that the state is still funding these fake injections of Tzatz's socialism, and everything else is still the same. Red flags, coats and hats are boring, year after year the same... If anyone wants to hear slogans like: "All power to the Soviets and # 33", "Land to the peasants, to the factories to the workers and # 33", but not at this party. Everything here is regular and normal. Rations, Duma canteen, good salaries, foreign cars under the backs of communist leaders, and Central Committee medical care in a special room. From the point of view of usability, even united Russia looks much nicer against the background of these moldy old men.

The red gang of renegade Zyuganov celebrates a holiday with nothing to do, shouts "long live the Soviet Union #33" and once again brands the oligarchs and capitalism occupied. The ranks of the gang are thin, Duma's elections destroyed the shining followers of Mr. Zyganov, a native of the village of Mimarino, the good news is that the state is still funding these fake injections of Tzatz's socialism, and everything else is still the same. Red flags, coats and hats are boring, year after year the same... If anyone wants to hear slogans like: "All power to the Soviets and # 33", "Land to the peasants, to the factories to the workers and # 33", but not at this party. Everything here is regular and normal. Rations, Duma canteen, good salaries, foreign cars under the backs of communist leaders, and Central Committee medical care in a special room. From the point of view of usability, even united Russia looks much nicer against the background of these moldy old men.