You entered sharply Mayakovsky. Verse Cloud in Pants (Poem). “Cloud in pants” Vladimir Mayakovsky

Introduction

Your thought
  dreaming on a softened brain
  like a fat footman on a greasy couch
  I will tease about the bloodied heart flap:
  mocking my fill, impudent and pungent.

I have not a single gray hair in my soul
  and senile tenderness is not in her!
  The world is tremendously powerful
  I'm going - beautiful,
  twenty-two.

Gentle!
  You lay love on the violin.
  Love on timpani lays down rude.
  And you, like me, cannot turn you out,
  that there were only continuous lips!

Come to study -
  from the living room
  official officer of the angel league.

And which lips calmly leafing through,
  like a cookbook page cookbook.

Want to -
  I'll be mad from meat
  - and like the sky, changing tones -
  want to -
  I will be impeccably gentle
  not a man, but a cloud in his pants!

I do not believe that there is a nice flower!
  They again glorify me
  men stricken like a hospital
  and women frayed like a proverb.

Do you think this is raving malaria?

It was,
  was in Odessa.

“I'll come at four,” said Maria.
  Eight.
  Nine.
  Ten.

That evening
  night horror
  walked away from the windows
  frowning,
  December.

In a decrepit back laugh and laugh
  candelabra.

Could you recognize me now:
  sinewy hulk
  groans
  writhes.
  What might a block like that be?
  A block wants a lot!

It’s not important for yourself
  and that bronze,
  and that the heart is a cold gland.
  At night I want my ringing
  hide in the soft
  in the female.

And so,
  huge
  hunch in the window
  I am forehead melting a window glass.
  Will there be love or not?
  Which -
  big or tiny?
  Where does the big one come from:
  must be small
  quiet little darling.
  She shies away from car horns.
  He loves little bells and whistles.

More and more,
  buried in the rain
  face pockmarked in his face,
  I'm waiting
  splattered by the thunder of the city surf.

Midnight, with a knife tossing about
  caught up
  stabbed, -
  get him out!

Fell the twelfth hour
  as with a chopping block the head of the executed.

In the glass rain gray
  come true
  they made a huge grimace
  as if chimeras howl
  Notre Dame Cathedral.

Damned!
  Well, and this is not enough?
  Soon, his mouth will scream.
  I hear:
  quiet,
  like a patient out of bed
  jumped off the nerve.
  And so,-
  first walked
  barely
then ran in
  excited,
  clear.
  Now he and the new two
  rushing about in desperate tap dance.

The stucco in the lower floor collapsed.

Nerves -
  big ones
  small ones
  many!-
  jumping mad
  and already
  nerves give way to the legs!

And the night rumbles around the room and rumbles, -
  a heavy eye does not stretch out of the mud.

Doors suddenly petted
  like a hotel
  the tooth does not get on the tooth.

You came in
  as sharp as "here!"
  tormented suede gloves,
  said:
  “You know -
  I'm getting married".

Well, come out.
  Nothing.
  I will be fastened.
  See - how calm!
  Like a pulse
  dead person.
  Do you remember?
  You said:
  "Jack London,
  money,
  love,
  passion",-
  but I saw one:
  you are the Mona Lisa
  to steal!
  And stole.

I’ll go out to the games again,
  fire illuminating an eyebrow bend.
  What!
  And in the house that burned out,
  sometimes homeless tramps live!

Tease?
  "Less than the poor penny,
  you have emeralds of madness. ”
  Remember!
  Pompey died
  when they teased Vesuvius!

Hey!
  Lord!
  Lovers
  blasphemy,
  crimes
  slaughter -
  and the worst
  seen -
  my face
  when
  I
  absolutely calm?

And I feel -
  "I"
  not enough for me.
  Someone is breaking out stubbornly from me.

Allo!
  Who is talking?
  Mother?
  Mother!
  Your son is very sick!
  Mother!
  He has a heart fire.
  Tell the sisters, Lyuda and Olya, -
  he has nowhere to go.
  Every word,
  even a joke
  which he burps with a burning mouth,
  ejected like a naked prostitute
  from a burning brothel.
  People are sniffing -
  the smell was fried!
  Caught up with some.
  Brilliant!
  In helmets!
  You can’t boot!
  Tell the firefighters:
  burning heart climb in affection.
  I myself.
  I’ll deflate my eyes, which are covered with barrels.
  Let the ribs lean on.
  Pop out! Pop out! Pop out! Pop out!
  Collapsed.
  Do not jump out of your heart!

On the face of a charring
  from cracked lips
  charred kiss rush rose.

Mother!
  I can’t sing.
  The choir is engaged in the church of the heart!

Charred figures of words and numbers
  from the skull
  like children from a burning building.
  So fear
  grab the sky
  excelled
  burning hands of Lusitania.

Shaking people
  quiet in the apartment
  a hundred-eyed glow breaks from the pier.
  The last scream
  you though
  that I’m grieving, stand up for centuries!

Praise me!
  I'm not a great couple.
  I'm above all that is done
  I put "nihil".

I used to think -
  books are made like this:
  the poet came
  he opened his mouth easily
  and immediately sang an inspired simpleton -
  you are welcome!
  But it turns out -
  before you start singing
  walk for a long time, grinding after fermentation,
  and floundering quietly in the hush of heart
  stupid roach of imagination.
  While boiling, rhyming sawing,
from love and nightingales some kind of brew,
  the street is writhing
  she has nothing to scream and talk.

The cities of the tower of Babel,
  proud, ascend again
  and god
  arable land
  destroys
  disturbing the word.

Street flour silently pearl.
  A scream stood up from his throat.
  Puffed, stuck across the throat,
  chubby taxi and bony spills
  Chest pedestal.

Consumption is flatter.
  The city locked the road in darkness.

And when -
  all the same! -
  threw the crush into the square,
  pushing the porch that stepped on the throat,
  thought:
  in the choirs of the archangel choral
  God, robbed, goes to punish!

And the street crouched and yelled:
  “Let's eat!”

Make up the city of Kruppa and Kruppiki
  menacing eyebrows wrinkle
  and in the mouth
  dead words decompose the corpses,
  only two live, fat loss -
  "Bastard"
  and some other
  It seems, "borscht."

Poets
  soaked in weeping and sobbing
  rushed from the street, ruffling cosmas:
  "How to drink two of these
  and the young lady
  and love,
  and a flower under the dew? ”
  And for the poets -
  street thousand:
  students
  prostitutes
  contractors.

Lord!
  Stop!
  You are not beggars
  you dare not ask for handouts!

To us hefty
  with a soot step
  it’s necessary not to listen, but to tear them -
  them,
  sucked by a free application
  to every double bed!

Do they humbly ask:
  "Help me!"
  Pray for a hymn
  about the oratorio!
  We ourselves are creators in a burning hymn -
  the noise of the factory and laboratory.

What am I to Faust
  extravaganza rockets
  rolling with Mephistopheles in the sky!
  I know -
  the nail in my boot
  more nightmare than Goethe's fantasy!

I,
  gold-domest,
  whose every word
  gives birth to a soul
  name the body
  I tell you:
  the smallest speck of dust of the living
  the most valuable thing that I will do and have done!

Listen up!
  Preaching
  tossing and wailing
  Today the crybug Zarathustra!
  we
  with a face like a sleepy sheet
  with lips drooping like a chandelier
  we,
  convicts of the leper colony,
  where gold and dirt ulcerated leprosy, -
  we are cleaner than the venetian lazier
  seas and suns washed immediately!

Spit that no
  Homers and Ovidiev
  people like us
  from soot in smallpox.
  I know -
  the sun faded b seeing
  our souls are gold placers!

Veins and muscles - prayers rather.
  Do we beg for graces of time!
  We -
  each -
  keep in our fives
  worlds drive belts!

It cocked audiences at Calvary
  Petrograd, Moscow, Odessa, Kiev,
  and there was not one
  which the
  would not shout:
  “Crucify,
  crucify him! ”
  But to me -
  people,
  and those who offended -
  you are most dear to me and closer.

We saw
  how a dog beats a beating hand ?!

I,
  ridiculed by today's tribe
  how long
Steamy Joke
  I see time running through the mountains
  which no one sees.

Where people’s eyes cut short,
  the head of the hungry hordes
  in the crown of thorns of revolution
  the sixteenth year is coming.

And I am your forerunner;
  I am where pain is everywhere;
  on every drop of tear leak
  crucified himself on the cross.
  Nothing can be forgiven.
  I burned out the souls where tenderness was raised.
  It's harder than taking
  thousand thousand Bastille!

And when,
  his coming
  announcing in rebellion
  go to the savior -
  you i
  I'll take out my soul
  trample on
  so big! -
  and bloodied ladies, like a banner.

Ah why this
  where does it come from
  in bright fun
  dirty fist swings!

Came
  and curtained my head in despair
  the thought of crazy houses.

And -
  like the death of a dreadnought
  from choking spasm
  rush into the open hatch -
  through your
  screaming torn eye
  climbed, mad, Burliuk.
  Almost bleeding my lids
  got out
  got up,
  went
  and with tenderness unexpected in a fat man
  took and said:
  "Good!"
  Well, when in a yellow sweater
  the soul is wrapped up from examinations!
  Good,
  when thrown into the teeth of the scaffold,
  shout out:
  “Drink Van Guten Cocoa!”

And this second
  Bengali
  loud
  I wouldn’t bargain for anything
  I'm not on ...

And from cigar smoke
  liquor glass
  the drunken face of the Northerner stretched out.
  How dare you be called a poet
  and, little gray, tweet like a quail!
  Today
  need to
  brass knuckles
  fit the world in the skull!

You,
  worried by one thought -
  "Whether I dance gracefully,"
  watch me having fun
  I -
  areal
  pimp and card cheater.
  From you,
  who are wet with love
  from which
  in centuries, a tear was pouring,
  I will leave
  sun monocle
  I’ll put it in my wide-spread eye.

Dressing yourself incredibly
  I will walk on the ground
  to like and burn
  and ahead
  on the chain of Napoleon I will lead, like a pug.
  The whole earth is like a woman
  he fidgets with meat, although to surrender;
  things come to life -
  lips things
  squeak:
  "Swell, swell, swell!"

All of a sudden
  and clouds
  and cloud stuff
  lifted an incredible pitch in the sky,
  as if white workers were diverging,
  announcing an embittered strike to the sky.
  Thunder from behind the clouds, the beast crawled out,
  huge nostrils fervently blowing your nose,
  and non-face twisted for a second
  the grimace of iron Bismarck.
  And someone
  entangled in cloudy bonds
  extended his arms to the cafe -
  and as if feminine
  and tender as if
  and like gun mounts.

You think -
  this sun is tender
  pats on the cheek of a cafe?
  This is again to shoot the rebels
  Coming General Halif!

Take out your walking hands from your trousers -
  take a stone, knife or bomb,
  and if he has no hands -
I came to beat my forehead!
  Go hungry
  sweaty
  humbly
  soured in a flea dirty gryazhenka!
  Go!
  Mondays and Tuesdays
  paint with blood on holidays!
  Let the earth under the knives be remembered,
  whom I wanted to vulgarize!

The earth
  as fat as a lover
  which Rothschild loved!
  So that the flags fluttered in a fever of fire
  like every decent holiday -
  uplift, lampposts,
  bloody carcasses of meadowsweet trees.

Cursed
  begging
  cut
  climbed after someone
  bite into the sides.

In the sky, red as Marseillaise,
  startled, rounding, sunset.

Already crazy.

There will be nothing.

The night will come
  have a bite
  and eat.
  See -
  heaven is judging again
  a handful of stars nibbled by betrayal?

I came.
  Feasting on Mamai
  backwards on a seeding city.
  We don’t break this night with our eyes
  as black as Azef!

Huddling, throwing himself in the tavern corners,
  pouring wine over my soul and a tablecloth
  and see:
  in the corner - eyes are round, -
  with our eyes the Mother of God was consumed.
  What to bestow on a painted template
  shining innkeeping horde!
  You see - again
  spoiled calvary
  prefer Barabbas?
  Maybe on purpose I
  in a human mess
  face no newer.
  I,
  may be,
  the most beautiful
  of all your sons.
  Give them
  moldy in joy
  soon death of time
  so that children who need to grow up become
  boys are fathers
  the girls became pregnant.
  And let the new born grow
  the inquisitive gray-haired magi,
  and they will come -
  and they will baptize children
  the names of my poems.

I singing car and England
  maybe just
  in the most ordinary gospel
  the thirteenth apostle.
  And when my voice
  howling obscenely -
  from hour to hour
  whole day,
  maybe jesus christ sniffing
  my soul forget-me-nots.

Maria! Maria! Maria!
  Let go, Mary!
  I can not in the streets!
  Do not want?
  You wait
  how cheeks will fall pit
  tried by everyone
  fresh,
  I will come
  and toothlessly mumble
  what am i today
  "Surprisingly honest."
  Maria,
  you see -
  I have already begun to slouch.

In the streets
  people make fat holes in four-story goiter,
  stick out their eyes
  worn in a fortieth year, -
  giggle
  what's in my teeth
  - again! -
  the stale roll of yesterday's affection.
  Rain sobbed the sidewalks
  puddles compressed con
  wet, licking the streets a cobbled corpse,
  and on gray eyelashes -
  Yes!-
  on the eyelashes of frosty icicles
  tears from the eyes -
  Yes!-
  from the lowered eyes of the drainpipes.
  All the pedestrians were sucked by the rain face,
  and in the crews the athlete flaunted for the fat athlete;
  bursting people
  walking through
  and oozing through the cracks fat
a muddy river with crews flowed down
  along with a sucked bun
  zhevotin old cutlets.

Maria!
  How to squeeze a quiet word into their fat ear?
  Bird
  beaten by a song
  sings
  hungry and call
  and I'm a man, Mary
  plain,
  coddled by consumptive night in the dirty hand of Presnya.
  Mary, do you want this?
  Let go, Mary!
  I cramp my fingers over the iron throat of the bell!

Beasts of street pastures.
  Crush fingers on the abrasion neck.

You see - stumbled
  in the eyes of ladies hats pins!

Baby
  Do not be afraid,
  what's on my cowhide
  voluptuous women are sitting in a wet mountain, -
  it through life I drag
  millions of huge pure loves
  and a million million little dirty ones love.
  Do not be afraid,
  again,
  in bad weather
  I cling to thousands of pretty faces, -
  "Loving Mayakovsky!" -
  but this is a dynasty
  in the heart of the mad ascended queens.
  Maria, get closer!
  In naked shamelessness
  Are you afraid of trembling
  but give your lips a colorless charm:
  I never lived until May with my heart,
  but in a lived life
  only the hundredth of April is.
  Maria!

The sonnet poet sings Tiana,
  and I -
  whole meat
  the whole man -
  your body is just asking
  as Christians ask -
  “Our daily bread
  give us this day. "

Maria - give it to me!

Maria!
  I'm afraid to forget your name
  how a poet is afraid to forget
  some kind
  in the throes of nights a born word
  greatness equal to god.
  Your body
  I will protect and love
  like a soldier
  chopped off by war
  unnecessary,
  nobody's
  protects his only leg.
  Maria -
  do not want?
  Do not want!

So again
  dark and drowsy
  I'll take my heart
  Tearing in tears
  carry
  like a dog,
  which is in the kennel
  bears
  paw moved by train.
  I bleed the road with my heart,
  sticks with flowers at the tunic's dust.
  Will dance with Herodias a thousand times
  the sun is the earth -
  the head of the Baptist.
  And when my number of years
  spill out to the end -
  million tracks
  to my father’s house.

Come out
  dirty (from spending the night in ditches),
  stand side by side
  bend over
  and I will say in his ear:
  - Listen, Mr. God!
  You are not bored
  in cloudy jelly
  daily dipping open eyes?
  Let's - you know -
  arrange a carousel
  on the tree studying good and evil!
  Omnipresent, you'll be in every closet
  and put such wines on the table,
  so I wanted to go to ki-ka-poo
  gloomy Peter the Apostle.
  And in paradise again we will settle Evochok:
  order, -
  tonight w
  from all the boulevards of beautiful girls
  I will drag you.
  Do you want
  Do not want?
  Shake your head, kudlasty?
  Are you eating a gray eyebrow?
  You think -
  this,
  behind you, winged,
  knows what love is?
  I am also an angel, I was him -
sugar lamb peeking into the eye
  but no longer want to give mares
  from serv flour of sculpted vases.
  Almighty, you made up a pair of hands,
  done,
  that everyone has a head -
  why didn’t you invent
  so that there would be no pain
  to kiss, kiss, kiss ?!
  I thought you were the all-powerful god
  and you are a dropout, a tiny little god.
  See I'm bending down
  because of the bootleg
  I take out a shoe knife.
  Winged scum!
  Press in paradise!
  Eat feathers in a frightened shake!
  I will reveal you smelling incense
  from here to Alaska!

Do not stop me.
  I'm lying
  is it right
  but I can’t be calmer.
  Watch -
  the stars beheaded again
  and the sky was bloodied with slaughter!
  Hey you!
  Sky!
  Take off your hat!
  I'm coming!

The universe is sleeping
  putting on a paw
  with ticks stars a huge ear.

Analysis of the poem "Cloud in Pants" by Mayakovsky

“Cloud in pants” is one of Mayakovsky’s most famous and popular works, giving an idea of \u200b\u200bthe distinctive features of his talent and worldview. The poet worked on it for about a year and a half and first introduced it to the public in 1915. At the author's reading, L. Brik was present, which made an indelible impression on Mayakovsky. He dedicated his poem to her. This was the beginning of a long tormenting affair.

The original poem was called "The Thirteen Apostles" and was much larger in volume. Because of too sharp statements to the church, the work was banned by censorship and underwent significant copyright processing.

The verse refers to love lyrics, as the plot is based on the expectation of the lyrical hero of his beloved. This painful expectation turns into hatred when the hero finds out that the beloved is going to get married. The rest of the poem is the philosophical reflection of the author, a description of his overwhelming feelings.

“Cloud in pants” gives a maximum idea of \u200b\u200bthose expressive techniques used by Mayakovsky: non-standard size, abundant use of neologisms and distorted words, inaccurate and torn rhyme, original metaphors and comparisons.

The long wait for Mary turns into a real torture for the poet. Behind the laconic description of the passage of time ("Eight. Nine. Ten.") Is hidden with difficulty repressed anger and impatience. The lyric hero meets the news of Mary's upcoming marriage outwardly calmly, but a gigantic feeling of anger and hatred for the surrounding world “stubbornly” breaks out.

Mayakovsky spills this feeling against the vulgarity and abomination of bourgeois society. If earlier the creative process seemed to him a relatively simple thing, now, looking at the disgusting reality, he can not express his feelings. All the bright words died, there was only "a bastard and ... it seems," borsch "." This statement of the poet is very significant. He never lacked words and created new ones at any time.

Anger leads the poet to the thought of merciless reprisal with an imperfect society. He urges to take up arms and gray everyday days, "paint with blood on holidays."

Mayakovsky throughout the poem highlights the importance of his "I". This is not only a manifestation of selfishness, but also an affirmation of the priority of an individual over the interests and opinion of an inert crowd. The apotheosis of this thought is the author's recognition of himself as the “thirteenth apostle” and the approach to Jesus Christ.

In the finale of the poem, the author again turns to Mary with a humiliating crude plea. He frankly asks a woman to give her body. Failure leads to a new outburst of rage. The unsatisfied poet is impatiently awaiting his death in anticipation of a conversation with God. He accuses the creator of powerlessness and threatens to destroy the whole paradise. This threat to the maximum extent conveys the mood of the poet and emphasizes his implacable nature.

“Cloud in pants” Vladimir Mayakovsky

Tetraptych

(Introduction)

Your thought
  dreaming on a softened brain
  like a fat footman on a greasy couch
  I will tease about the bloodied heart flap:
  mocking my fill, impudent and pungent.

I have not a single gray hair in my soul
  and senile tenderness is not in her!
  The world is tremendously powerful
  I'm going - beautiful,
  twenty-two.

Gentle!
  You lay love on the violin.
  Love on timpani lays down rude.
  And you, like me, cannot turn you out,
  that there were only continuous lips!

Come to study -
  from the living room
  official officer of the angel league.

And which lips calmly leafing through,
  like a cookbook page cookbook.

Want to -
  I'll be mad from meat
  - and like the sky, changing tones -
  want to -
  I will be impeccably gentle
  not a man, but a cloud in his pants!

I do not believe that there is a nice flower!
  They again glorify me
  men stricken like a hospital
  and women frayed like a proverb.

Do you think this is raving malaria?

It was,
  was in Odessa.

“I'll come at four,” said Maria.
  Eight.
  Nine.
  Ten.

That evening
  night horror
  walked away from the windows
  frowning,
  December.

In a decrepit back laugh and laugh
  candelabra.

Could you recognize me now:
  sinewy hulk
  groans
  writhes.
  What might a block like that be?
  A block wants a lot!

It’s not important for yourself
  and that bronze,
  and that the heart is a cold gland.
  At night I want my ringing
  hide in the soft
  in the female.

And so,
  huge
  hunch in the window
I am forehead melting a window glass.
  Will there be love or not?
  Which -
  big or tiny?
  Where does the big one come from:
  must be small
  quiet little darling.
  She shies away from car horns.
  He loves little bells and whistles.

More and more,
  buried in the rain
  face pockmarked in his face,
  I'm waiting
  splattered by the thunder of the city surf.

Midnight, with a knife tossing about
  caught up
  stabbed, -
  get him out!

Fell the twelfth hour
  as with a chopping block the head of the executed.

In the glass rain gray
  come true
  they made a huge grimace
  as if chimeras howl
  Notre Dame Cathedral.

Damned!
  Well, and this is not enough?
  Soon, his mouth will scream.
  I hear:
  quiet,
  like a patient out of bed
  jumped off the nerve.
  And so,-
  first walked
  barely
  then ran in
  excited,
  clear.
  Now he and the new two
  rushing about in desperate tap dance.

The stucco in the lower floor collapsed.

Nerves -
  big ones
  small ones
  many!-
  jumping mad
  and already

nerves give way to the legs!

And the night rumbles around the room and rumbles, -
  a heavy eye does not stretch out of the mud.

Doors suddenly petted
  like a hotel
  the tooth does not get on the tooth.

You came in
  as sharp as "here!"
  tormented suede gloves,
  said:
  “You know -
  I'm getting married".

Well, come out.
  Nothing.
  I will be fastened.
  See - how calm!
  Like a pulse
  dead person.
  Do you remember?
  You said:
  "Jack London,
  money,
  love,
  passion",-
  but I saw one:
  you are the Mona Lisa
  to steal!
  And stole.

I’ll go out to the games again,
  fire illuminating an eyebrow bend.
  What!
  And in the house that burned out,
  sometimes homeless tramps live!

Tease?
  "Less than the poor penny,
  you have emeralds of madness. ”
  Remember!
  Pompey died
  when they teased Vesuvius!

Hey!
  Lord!
  Lovers
  blasphemy,
  crimes
  slaughter -
  and the worst
  seen -
  my face
  when
  I
  absolutely calm?

And I feel -
  "I"
  not enough for me.
  Someone is breaking out stubbornly from me.

Allo!
  Who is talking?
  Mother?
  Mother!
  Your son is very sick!
  Mother!
  He has a heart fire.
  Tell the sisters, Lyuda and Olya, -
  he has nowhere to go.
  Every word,
  even a joke
  which he burps with a burning mouth,
  ejected like a naked prostitute
  from a burning brothel.
  People are sniffing -
  the smell was fried!
  Caught up with some.
  Brilliant!
  In helmets!
  You can’t boot!
  Tell the firefighters:
  burning heart climb in affection.
  I myself.
  I’ll deflate my eyes, which are covered with barrels.
  Let the ribs lean on.
  Pop out! Pop out! Pop out! Pop out!
  Collapsed.
  Do not jump out of your heart!

On the face of a charring
  from cracked lips
  charred kiss rush rose.
  Mother!
  I can’t sing.
  The choir is engaged in the church of the heart!

Charred figures of words and numbers
  from the skull
  like children from a burning building.
  So fear
  grab the sky
  excelled
  burning hands of Lusitania.

Shaking people
  quiet in the apartment
  a hundred-eyed glow breaks from the pier.
  The last scream
  you though
  that I’m grieving, stand up for centuries!

Praise me!
  I'm not a great couple.
I'm above all that is done
  I put "nihil".

I used to think -
  books are made like this:
  the poet came
  he opened his mouth easily
  and immediately sang an inspired simpleton -
  you are welcome!
  But it turns out -
  before you start singing
  walk for a long time, grinding after fermentation,
  and floundering quietly in the hush of heart
  stupid roach of imagination.
  While boiling, rhyming sawing,
  from love and nightingales some kind of brew,
  the street is writhing
  she has nothing to scream and talk.

The cities of the tower of Babel,
  proud, ascend again
  and god
  arable land
  destroys
  disturbing the word.

Street flour silently pearl.
  A scream stood up from his throat.
  Puffed, stuck across the throat,
  chubby taxi and bony spills
  Chest pedestal.

Consumption is flatter.
  The city locked the road in darkness.

And when -
  all the same! -
  threw the crush into the square,
  pushing the porch that stepped on the throat,
  thought:
  in the choirs of the archangel choral
  God, robbed, goes to punish!

And the street crouched and yelled:
  “Let's eat!”

Make up the city of Kruppa and Kruppiki
  menacing eyebrows wrinkle
  and in the mouth
  dead words decompose the corpses,
  only two live, fat loss -
  "Bastard"
  and some other
  It seems, "borscht."

Poets
  soaked in weeping and sobbing
  rushed from the street, ruffling cosmas:
  "How to drink two of these
  and the young lady
  and love,
  and a flower under the dew? ”
  And for the poets -
  street thousand:
  students
  prostitutes
  contractors.

Lord!
  Stop!
  You are not beggars
  you dare not ask for handouts!

To us hefty
  with a soot step
  it’s necessary not to listen, but to tear them -
  them,
  sucked by a free application
  to every double bed!

Do they humbly ask:
  "Help me!"
  Pray for a hymn
  about the oratorio!
  We ourselves are creators in a burning hymn -
  the noise of the factory and laboratory.

What am I to Faust
  extravaganza rockets
  rolling with Mephistopheles in the sky!
  I know -
  the nail in my boot
  more nightmare than Goethe's fantasy!

I,
  gold-domest,
  whose every word
  gives birth to a soul
  name the body
  I tell you:
  the smallest speck of dust of the living
  the most valuable thing that I will do and have done!

Listen up!
  Preaching
  tossing and wailing
  Today the crybug Zarathustra!
  we
  with a face like a sleepy sheet
  with lips drooping like a chandelier
  we,
  convicts of the leper colony,
  where gold and dirt ulcerated leprosy, -
  we are cleaner than the venetian lazier
  seas and suns washed immediately!

Spit that no
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  I know -
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It cocked audiences at Calvary
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We saw
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I,
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Where people’s eyes cut short,
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And when,
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Ah why this
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Came
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And this second
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And from cigar smoke
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You,
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Dressing yourself incredibly
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All of a sudden
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The earth
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Cursed
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In the sky, red as Marseillaise,
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Already crazy.

There will be nothing.

The night will come
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I came.
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Huddling, throwing himself in the tavern corners,
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I singing car and England
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Maria! Maria! Maria!
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In the streets
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Maria!
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Beasts of street pastures.
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Baby
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The sonnet poet sings Tiana,
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Maria!
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Come out
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Do not stop me.
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The universe is sleeping
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Introduction

Your thought
  dreaming on a softened brain
  like a fat footman on a greasy couch
  I will tease about the bloodied heart flap:
  mocking my fill, impudent and pungent.

I have not a single gray hair in my soul
  and senile tenderness is not in her!
  The world is tremendously powerful
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  twenty-two.

Gentle!
  You lay love on the violin.
  Love on timpani lays down rude.
  And you, like me, cannot turn you out,
  that there were only continuous lips!

Come to study -
  from the living room
  official officer of the angel league.

And which lips calmly leafing through,
  like a cookbook page cookbook.

Want to -
  I'll be mad from meat
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  I will be impeccably gentle
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I do not believe that there is a nice flower!
  They again glorify me
  men stricken like a hospital
  and women frayed like a proverb.

Do you think this is raving malaria?

It was,
  was in Odessa.

“I'll come at four,” said Maria.
  Eight.
  Nine.
  Ten.

That evening
  night horror
  walked away from the windows
  frowning,
  December.

In a decrepit back laugh and laugh
  candelabra.

Could you recognize me now:
  sinewy hulk
  groans
  writhes.
  What might a block like that be?
  A block wants a lot!

It’s not important for yourself
  and that bronze,
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  At night I want my ringing
  hide in the soft
  in the female.

And so,
  huge
  hunch in the window
I am forehead melting a window glass.
  Will there be love or not?
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  big or tiny?
  Where does the big one come from:
  must be small
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  She shies away from car horns.
  He loves little bells and whistles.

More and more,
  buried in the rain
  face pockmarked in his face,
  I'm waiting
  splattered by the thunder of the city surf.

Midnight, with a knife tossing about
  caught up
  stabbed, -
  get him out!

Fell the twelfth hour
  as with a chopping block the head of the executed.

In the glass rain gray
  come true
  they made a huge grimace
  as if chimeras howl
  Notre Dame Cathedral.

Damned!
  Well, and this is not enough?
  Soon, his mouth will scream.
  I hear:
  quiet,
  like a patient out of bed
  jumped off the nerve.
  And so,-
  first walked
  barely
  then ran in
  excited,
  clear.
  Now he and the new two
  rushing about in desperate tap dance.

The stucco in the lower floor collapsed.

Nerves -
  big ones
  small ones
  many!-
  jumping mad
  and already
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And the night rumbles around the room and rumbles, -
  a heavy eye does not stretch out of the mud.

Doors suddenly petted
  like a hotel
  the tooth does not get on the tooth.

You came in
  as sharp as "here!"
  tormented suede gloves,
  said:
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  I'm getting married".

Well, come out.
  Nothing.
  I will be fastened.
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  Like a pulse
  dead person.
  Do you remember?
  You said:
  "Jack London,
  money,
  love,
  passion",-
  but I saw one:
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  to steal!
  And stole.

I’ll go out to the games again,
  fire illuminating an eyebrow bend.
  What!
  And in the house that burned out,
  sometimes homeless tramps live!

Tease?
  "Less than the poor penny,
  you have emeralds of madness. ”
  Remember!
  Pompey died
  when they teased Vesuvius!

Hey!
  Lord!
  Lovers
  blasphemy,
  crimes
  slaughter -
  and the worst
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  my face
  when
  I
  absolutely calm?

And I feel -
  "I"
  not enough for me.
  Someone is breaking out stubbornly from me.

Allo!
  Who is talking?
  Mother?
  Mother!
  Your son is very sick!
  Mother!
  He has a heart fire.
  Tell the sisters, Lyuda and Olya, -
  he has nowhere to go.
  Every word,
  even a joke
  which he burps with a burning mouth,
  ejected like a naked prostitute
  from a burning brothel.
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  the smell was fried!
  Caught up with some.
  Brilliant!
  In helmets!
  You can’t boot!
  Tell the firefighters:
  burning heart climb in affection.
  I myself.
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  Let the ribs lean on.
  Pop out! Pop out! Pop out! Pop out!
  Collapsed.
  Do not jump out of your heart!

On the face of a charring
  from cracked lips
  charred kiss rush rose.

Mother!
  I can’t sing.
  The choir is engaged in the church of the heart!

Charred figures of words and numbers
  from the skull
  like children from a burning building.
  So fear
  grab the sky
  excelled
  burning hands of Lusitania.

Shaking people
  quiet in the apartment
  a hundred-eyed glow breaks from the pier.
  The last scream
  you though
  that I’m grieving, stand up for centuries!

Praise me!
  I'm not a great couple.
I'm above all that is done
  I put "nihil".

I used to think -
  books are made like this:
  the poet came
  he opened his mouth easily
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  you are welcome!
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  before you start singing
  walk for a long time, grinding after fermentation,
  and floundering quietly in the hush of heart
  stupid roach of imagination.
  While boiling, rhyming sawing,
  from love and nightingales some kind of brew,
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  she has nothing to scream and talk.

The cities of the tower of Babel,
  proud, ascend again
  and god
  arable land
  destroys
  disturbing the word.

Street flour silently pearl.
  A scream stood up from his throat.
  Puffed, stuck across the throat,
  chubby taxi and bony spills
  Chest pedestal.

Consumption is flatter.
  The city locked the road in darkness.

And when -
  all the same! -
  threw the crush into the square,
  pushing the porch that stepped on the throat,
  thought:
  in the choirs of the archangel choral
  God, robbed, goes to punish!

And the street crouched and yelled:
  “Let's eat!”

Make up the city of Kruppa and Kruppiki
  menacing eyebrows wrinkle
  and in the mouth
  dead words decompose the corpses,
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  "Bastard"
  and some other
  It seems, "borscht."

Poets
  soaked in weeping and sobbing
  rushed from the street, ruffling cosmas:
  "How to drink two of these
  and the young lady
  and love,
  and a flower under the dew? ”
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  street thousand:
  students
  prostitutes
  contractors.

Lord!
  Stop!
  You are not beggars
  you dare not ask for handouts!

To us hefty
  with a soot step
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  them,
  sucked by a free application
  to every double bed!

Do they humbly ask:
  "Help me!"
  Pray for a hymn
  about the oratorio!
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  the noise of the factory and laboratory.

What am I to Faust
  extravaganza rockets
  rolling with Mephistopheles in the sky!
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  the nail in my boot
  more nightmare than Goethe's fantasy!

I,
  gold-domest,
  whose every word
  gives birth to a soul
  name the body
  I tell you:
  the smallest speck of dust of the living
  the most valuable thing that I will do and have done!

Listen up!
  Preaching
  tossing and wailing
  Today the crybug Zarathustra!
  we
  with a face like a sleepy sheet
  with lips drooping like a chandelier
  we,
  convicts of the leper colony,
  where gold and dirt ulcerated leprosy, -
  we are cleaner than the venetian lazier
  seas and suns washed immediately!

Spit that no
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Veins and muscles - prayers rather.
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It cocked audiences at Calvary
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We saw
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I,
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Where people’s eyes cut short,
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And I am your forerunner;
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And when,
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Ah why this
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Came
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And -
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And this second
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And from cigar smoke
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You,
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Dressing yourself incredibly
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All of a sudden
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You think -
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Take out your walking hands from your trousers -
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The earth
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Cursed
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In the sky, red as Marseillaise,
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Already crazy.

There will be nothing.

The night will come
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I came.
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Huddling, throwing himself in the tavern corners,
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I singing car and England
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Maria! Maria! Maria!
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In the streets
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Maria!
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Beasts of street pastures.
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You see - stumbled
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Baby
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The sonnet poet sings Tiana,
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Maria - give it to me!

Maria!
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So again
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Come out
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Do not stop me.
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The universe is sleeping
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Analysis of the poem "Cloud in Pants" by Mayakovsky

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The original poem was called "The Thirteen Apostles" and was much larger in volume. Because of too sharp statements to the church, the work was banned by censorship and underwent significant copyright processing.

The verse refers to love lyrics, as the plot is based on the expectation of the lyrical hero of his beloved. This painful expectation turns into hatred when the hero finds out that the beloved is going to get married. The rest of the poem is the philosophical reflection of the author, a description of his overwhelming feelings.

“Cloud in pants” gives a maximum idea of \u200b\u200bthose expressive techniques used by Mayakovsky: non-standard size, abundant use of neologisms and distorted words, inaccurate and torn rhyme, original metaphors and comparisons.

The long wait for Mary turns into a real torture for the poet. Behind the laconic description of the passage of time ("Eight. Nine. Ten.") Is hidden with difficulty repressed anger and impatience. The lyric hero meets the news of Mary's upcoming marriage outwardly calmly, but a gigantic feeling of anger and hatred for the surrounding world “stubbornly” breaks out.

Mayakovsky spills this feeling against the vulgarity and abomination of bourgeois society. If earlier the creative process seemed to him a relatively simple thing, now, looking at the disgusting reality, he can not express his feelings. All the bright words died, there was only "a bastard and ... it seems," borsch "." This statement of the poet is very significant. He never lacked words and created new ones at any time.

Anger leads the poet to the thought of merciless reprisal with an imperfect society. He urges to take up arms and gray everyday days, "paint with blood on holidays."

Mayakovsky throughout the poem highlights the importance of his "I". This is not only a manifestation of selfishness, but also an affirmation of the priority of an individual over the interests and opinion of an inert crowd. The apotheosis of this thought is the author's recognition of himself as the “thirteenth apostle” and the approach to Jesus Christ.

In the finale of the poem, the author again turns to Mary with a humiliating crude plea. He frankly asks a woman to give her body. Failure leads to a new outburst of rage. The unsatisfied poet is impatiently awaiting his death in anticipation of a conversation with God. He accuses the creator of powerlessness and threatens to destroy the whole paradise. This threat to the maximum extent conveys the mood of the poet and emphasizes his implacable nature.

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