Маяковский - Великолепные нелепости
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Throw!
Of course, this is not death.
What should she walk around the fortress?
Howhand you are not ashamed to believe
Absolutely?!
Just a birthday man arranged a carnival,
I invented shooting and shooting tire for noise,
And he himself, having crouched on the shaft,
Grinds like from a mortar.
The master of the owner of the bass,
Simply - looks like a cannon.
And not from gas mask,
And for the sake of a toy joke.
Look!
Measure the sky
The rocket ran out.
Is death so beautiful
I ran in the sky Parquet!
Ah, don't say:
"Blood from the wound."
This is wild!
Just _i_
Gathered with cloves.
How else?
The brain does not want to understand
And it cannot:
In cannon sheep
If you do not kiss
then - why
Hands of trenches entwined?
No one is killed!
Simply - I could not stand it.
Lay down from the Seine to the Rhine.
Because it blooms,
Films yellow -linen
On the flower beds of the dead gangren.
Not killed
no,
No!
All of them will get up
Just -
like this,
will return
And, smiling, they will tell his wife
What the owner is a merry and an eccentric.
They will say: there was neither nucleus nor land
And, of course, there was no fortress!
Just a birthday man invented a mass
some magnificent absurdities!