Author of quotes: Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky. Page 26

Will the moon.
There are already
a little bit.
But and full hung in the air.
This God must be
marvelous
silver spoon
digging in stars ear.

I am calm, polite, restrained, too,
The nature of bone ivory accurate
But this would take and he gave the mug:
He does not like me very much.

I immediately smeared the weekday map,
splashing paint from a glass;
I showed jelly on a plate
the slanting cheekbones of the ocean.
On the scales of a tin fish
I read the calls of new lips.
And you
Nocturne play
could
on a drainpipe flute?

Do you, loving women so meals
to give life to please?!
I'm better at the bar ***holes will
serve pineapple water.

Yes, if I were a Negro of advanced years,
and then, without despondency and laziness,
I Russian would learn only for that
that Lenin spoke.

- Mayakovsky, what do you all wear your pants? Look disgusting!..
And if they do I fall?

- I must remind comrade Mayakovsky - hot Shorty - old truth, which was known to Napoleon: from the sublime to the ridiculous - one step...
Mayakovsky suddenly, staring up the distance separating him from the talker, agrees: From the sublime to the ridiculous - one step.

Well you know how to bend such that the other light could not?

Inflamed lip get and drink from the river named "Fact".

Ah, close, close your eyes Newspapers!

Eat pineapples and hazel grouses chew!!!
Your last day comes, bourgeois.

Listen!
After all, if stars lit -
So is someone who needs it?
So it is necessary,
So every night
Over the roofs
Lit up though one star?!

And in the span will not give up,
and not drink the poison,
and the trigger will not be able to push above the temple.
Me,
but your glance
no influence of blade any knife.

My words dry leaves do
make stop
greedily breathing?
Give at least
last tenderness vystelit
your outgoing step.