I Am A Simple Russian Wench

I am a simple Russian wench. And we milked the cows - in a stable, But no cream with coffee to bed! We have different classes! Great! I'm a kholop, you are elite. But with the gun upon my sleeve: It's Ulyanov who gave this gift, And he taught to kill enemy. I don't communicate with "cream". I hate these murderers- the fur coats, have no make up, don't wear heels. I am the Bolshevik. For a moment. I don't wait for a feeble "hug." I knock them off their feet outright, When in ecstasy a foe shouts, With carnations - I smash him down!