- Hi, Olya!
*
- Tomorrow is New Year's -
whether
salt? —
Delu,
I hang in my palms
pinch
damp.
Overcoming
снег
and fear,
sister slides,
sister is coming,
wanders
three-verst Presnya
*
salt
fresh potatoes.
Beside
frost
walked
and grew.
He started
tickling -
give it back
pinch.
came,
and salt
does not fall -
frozen
to fingers.
Behind the wall
shark:
«Иди,
woman,
sell
Blazer,
buy
wheat ».
Window, —
with him
go
снега,
soft
snow
тиха
leg.
White,
naked
capitals
rock.
Stuck
to the rock
forests
skeleton.
And so
from the forest
to the sky in a shawl
creeps in
солнца
lice.
December
dawn,
haggard
and late,
rises
over Moscow
fever typhoid.
Ушли
clouds
to countries
obese.
Behind the clouds
by the shore
lies
America.
Lay,
lakala
coffee,
cocoa.
In your face,
thicker
pig quirks,
rounder
restaurant dishes,
out of poverty
our
land
screaming:
I
ground
this
love.
Can
forget,
where and when
bubble raised
and goiter,
but the ground,
with which
starving together, —
must not
never
forget!
I don't like to read
Do not like to think – they will decide for you. Don't brag about your lack of brains.
And life is good, and live well… Um… This verse was taught by Gulya Koroleva, I am right?
To me 77, I fell in love with Mayakovsky's poems 4 class, after reading about the poor puppy and about Vlas Progulkin, and then, as you grow older, about the revolution, side, Lenin, rhythmic for them,emotionality, sincerity and honesty. Now I read the poem aloud to myself again. Good – How relevant does it sound today?, almost through 100 years old- almost nothing has changed, just slowed down a bit – become more satiated.