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Contents Introduction Night Morning Port Street Scene Could You? Me Exhausted Portrait of Spring In Tiredness Love We Cries and Whispers Up Yours! They Just Don’t Get It In a Car Vladimir Mayakovsky War Is Declared Mother and the Evening the Germans Killed Cloud in Trousers I and Napoleon You! Hey! And That’s How I Became a Dog To Lily, Instead of a Letter I’m Bored Going Cheap A Moonlit Night To His Own Self, with Affection, the Author Dedicates These Lines To Russia My Brother Writers The Revolution How Red Is Your Riding Hood? Eat Your Pineapple ix 3 3 5 5 6 6 9 10 10 11 12 12 13 14 15 34 35 37 59 62 63 64 66 68 70 72 73 75 76 78 84 85
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vi ‘Vladimir Mayakovsky’ and Other Poems Our March 85 Spring 86 How to Treat Horses 86 Ode to the Revolution 88 Battle-Order to the Army of Art 89 The Poet Worker 91 Left March 92 Stunning Facts 94 Vladimir Ilich! 95 Vladimir Mayakovsky Rented a Dacha One Summer; You Won’t Believe What Happened Next À la Heine Grief A Story about How a Little Old Lady Spoke about Vrangel without Understanding Anything About the Filth All Meetinged Out Bastards! The Bureaucratiad I Love Worker Correspondent A Universal Answer Baku Moscow-Königsberg Mad about the Movies Be Prepared Kiev Two Berlins Jubilee Hooliganish Stuff Brooklyn Bridge To Sergei Yesenin How’s It Going? Conversation with the Taxman about Poetry To Comrade Nette A Letter from the Writer Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky to the Writer Aleksei Maksimovich Gorky 202 97 100 100 101 105 107 109 114 119 128 130 133 135 139 142 143 147 149 159 161 165 171 189 199

Contents Introduction

Night

Morning

Port

Street Scene

Could You?

Me

Exhausted Portrait of Spring

In Tiredness

Love

We

Cries and Whispers

Up Yours!

They Just Don’t Get It

In a Car

Vladimir Mayakovsky

War Is Declared

Mother and the Evening the Germans Killed

Cloud in Trousers

I and Napoleon

You!

Hey!

And That’s How I Became a Dog

To Lily, Instead of a Letter

I’m Bored

Going Cheap

A Moonlit Night

To His Own Self, with Affection, the Author

Dedicates These Lines

To Russia

My Brother Writers

The Revolution

How Red Is Your Riding Hood?

Eat Your Pineapple ix

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5

5

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10

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11

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13

14

15

34

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59

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78

84

85

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