to "Almaz"
*
motorcycle.
Bullet
flew by
standard yacht.
And in transport I galoshinah
far,
behind,
dragged along
torn off
from a loom and a plow,
nodes
a hundred and fifty
winding up in a day.
From the motherland
into the clutches of the Turkish police,
to the Turks in the hole,
the Dardanelles are narrow,
floated
tomorrow's Gallipoli
*
,
floated
yesterday's Russians.
Vpe -
order
year after year.
each
shake,
who is wearing a helmet.
Will you
milk
cows in Argentina,
will
die
through the pits of Africa.
Aliens
waves
escape transport,
flags
with a crescent
darted into the eyes,
and from transports
for a yacht
chased -
"Asps,
wash the fine
and hit, bastards".
Already
crews
beware
bullet
crazy
must.
Two
American destroyer
stood
on a raid
beside.
Admiral
circled the pipe
shooting
mountains
end:
— He is
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.