The man who laughs

Yes, children raised in a pumpkin.
French delicacy.
The man who laughs
A pumpkin was put on the child's head so that his face would turn into a grimace of laughter.
Will these soul engineers have time to disfigure the brains of these children? It's a matter of time.
I see how these schoolchildren hide their confusion behind their bravado.
They all started talking very loudly
And their speech is full of curses.
Children, don't, you don't know how, swearing is a subtle art.
Yes, you guys are not to be envied, right.

Joker? I haven't watched it,
but this is the same smile I read about as a child.
I don't remember well. There was a huge black tree
And a hanged man was swinging on the tree, he was decomposing.
I think they were talking about years.
yeah, a lotus foot under bandages.
This is not only a French pastime.
We want you to smile widely.

I don't know if there were croaking crows in this landscape.
Yes, from the whole book I remember a tree, and a leaden sky,
I probably didn't read it to the end.
But these schoolchildren on the street
For some reason I remembered the ancient game of disfiguring babies.
I hope Hugo came up with this.

I don't know who can withstand such colossal pressure.
Well, the baby is just growing and the mask is deforming his bones and tissues.
Will he be able to resist the pressure.
Plastic surgery in the Middle Ages.
Maybe it wasn't about a pumpkin?
Empty in my memory. I haven't read this book, otherwise I would know.

Such an aggressive attack on immature minds
Oh, nothing new, this is called education.
Toxic post-punk environment in real life.
Gamers, you dreamed about this.
But they will simply put a pumpkin on your head to make you smile.

Thank heavens with all my heart
that we grew up like weeds.
Human generations have their own characteristics.
And where did I say that we are better?

Well, I hope they won't have time to deform the next generation
under the template prepared for it.
Besides, reaction is equal to action.
But I don't really care,
because by the time these children grow up, my legs will have already fallen off.
But their heads are being packed into pumpkins, the conveyor belt has already started.
Yes, baby, the bones in your feet will be broken, you will never be able to run or walk normally in your life
and most likely you will die of inflammation soon, but your legs will be tiny like a jade lotus.
What lotus?
The same as a pumpkin.
Am I an encyclopedia to you?