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Born in June 19, 1893 / Died in April 14, 1930 / Russian Federation / Russian

Poems by Vladimir Mayakovsky

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An Extraordinary Adventure Which Happened To Me, Vladimir Mayakovsky, One Summer In The Country

... yawned a hole, into that hole- and not just maybe - ...

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A Cloud In Trousers - part III

... Forward! Painting Mondays and Tuesdays in blood, ...

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Lilichka

... and your love won't grant even a tearful plea for rest ...

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To HisOwn Beloved Self, The Author Dedicates These Lines

... would start the world’s crumbling cloister shivering ...

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A Cloud In Trousers - epilogue

... and learn- decorous bureaucrats of angelic leagues ...

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Listen!

... it means - there is someone who needs it ...

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The Fop's Blouse

... Along the world's main street, along its glossy lanes, ...

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Violin And A Little Nervous

... ting a wooden girlfriend! Smart one, ha!” I don't give a damn! I am worthy! “You know what, Violin ...

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To Sergei Esenin

... The ranks of rubbish meanwhile haven't grown much thinner ...

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Past One O'Clock, the third version

... and nothing would be gained by listing ...

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And Could You?

... I revealed the ocean's slanted cheek ...

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Could You?

... Upon the fish scales’ tinsel pattern &emsp ...

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From Street To Street

... rails from the muzzle of a tram ...

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A Cloud In Trousers - part II

... pushing away the portico that was treading on its throat, ...