(FEELINGS Vladimir Mayakovsky)
If only
in fingers
held
I land reins,
I would
earth stopped for a moment:
- Hear!
hear,
feathers creak
mechanical and simple,
as if
creak teeth at ground? —
s human pride,
humble yourself and can lie!
These men -
of which ones lyah!
Human
gradually
it becomes blot
to huge
important
paper boxes.
for storage
huddle
human shadows.
person -
yards.
A piece of paper?
Laffan!
lives paper
in palaces institutions,
I lay down on the table,
kef in closets.
tail grows
the cloth
in the shop,
we галош foot,
without gloves paw.
A securities?
Shopping basket lies on,
and body "cases" -
millions of folders.
you
on the ride
Is there gold coins?
You were in Madrid?
We were not there!
And this
the papers,
sailed to
and drove,
still
uplift
new post office!
Become
foot-clips
from former powerful,
replaced
instructions
strength of mind.
People
slow
go
to the position of the messengers,
in the service
the owners - securities.
Bumazhischi
to list
barely fit,
whiter
bare rim.
soon
people
permit
vlezut in portfolios,
and paper -
our apartments will occupy.
I see
in future -
not figments of my:
horns securities
shout it out loud to us -
will
at the table
paper
drink teaś,
little man
under the table
lie crumpled.
Rebellion would rise,
develop fire flags,
teeth to tear the paper used,
kernels used to howl ...
proletarian,
and inch
disposable paper,
as an enemy,
utterly hate.