Do you remember our Valentine that you almost became only mine ?!
A lot of memories remain of Mayakovsky, but I really like this poem by Northerner about a friend. Ironic, kind portrait of fellow writer.
Yes! Today Mayakovsky - 125.
My friend, Vladimir Mayakovsky,
In the past years of mischief,
Teasing the crowd loved damn,
Showing her tongue.
I walked in a wide yellow sweater,
That put on a cherry coat.
It seemed to be calling: "Shot,
Petty bourgeois, your dank gloom! "
In bulky strings, -
That in polzeni, then in vershok, -
He generously reproached
To the one who called poems "poem" ...
His roll, tribunal,
Crowd drooping bass
Thundered all over the motherland greasy
Where pop, gendarme and swineherd.
In those years of black mode
We have raised a tornado in art.
Volodya! Do you remember the mountains of Crimea
And the boredom of the curled up Kerch?
Oh remember remember remember
Memories of the distant mist,
In Gurzuf and Yalta, my Volodya,
A trip to the snowstorm.
In a car from the shores of Salgir
With hors d'oeuvres and brandy
And this banker wallet,
Suddenly became our wallet!
Do you remember our Valentine,
What nearly became only mine ?!
Thanks to you, I took out
From the heart of the "fairies girl" ...