(Sensations of Vladimir Mayakovsky)
If only
in the fingers
held
earth reins I,
I would
the land stopped for a minute:
- Attention!
Do you hear,
feathers creak
mechanical and simple,
as if
teeth creaking at the ground? -
Human pride,
Humble and get down!
These people -
on whither they are!
Human
gradually
becomes a blot
on the huge
important
paper fields.
By the closets
huddled
human shadows.
Man -
sazhen.
And a piece of paper?
Lafa!
Lives paper
in the palaces of institutions,
sprawled on the tables,
kefuet in the cabinets.
The tail grows
on cloth
in the shop,
without galoshes foot,
without gloves paw.
And the papers?
The basket is on the basket,
and for the body of "affairs"
millions of folders.
You
on the ride
chervonets are there?
Have you been to Madrid?
Have not been there!
And this
papers,
to float
and went,
yet
bring up
new post office!
Become
Legs-clips
among the former strong,
replaced
instructions
the power of the mind.
People
slow
descend
for the post of messengers,
in service
the owners have papers.
Bumazhischi
in the portfolio
fit just barely,
white teeth
bare the rim.
Soon
people
for residence
get into portfolios,
and paper -
our apartments will occupy.
I see
in future -
not my fictions:
mouth horns
yell about it loudly to us -
will be
at the table
paper
drink teas,
little man
under the table
roll around crumpled.
A rebellion would arise,
to develop fire flags,
tear paper teeth b,
nuclei used to howl ...
Proletarian,
and in.
unnecessary paper,
as his enemy,
completely hate.
1927
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