Author of quotes: Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky. Page 3

The soul trembles.
Between the ice she,
and she can't get out of the ice!

puppies crawled at his feet.

In the coming happiness, dig out the touch.

Babylon.

And soared into the sky
fireworks of facts
one is more monstrous than the other.
Again,
chest exposing charges,
sailing in the springs,
making his way in winter,
army after army.
row by row
flood miles of land.

and froze in anticipation.

Quiet!
They didn't live long.
At once
iron rails shredded on the vein
in the tan of the villages of the cities contagious.
Where the birds sang - plate clatters.
Where the boron was - the area of the hundred-house sodom.

dig in alive.

herald of the truths to come.

Nails of words nailed to the paper I.

I'll forget the year, the day, the number.
I'm lonely with a piece of paper.
Be Made, Enlightened by Suffering Words
inhuman magic!

you invented, damn it ?!

Wait for my visit.

I huddle around the tavern corners,
I pour wine on both the soul and the tablecloth
and I see:
in the corner - eyes are round -
the Mother of God ate in her heart.
What to give according to the template to the painted
radiant tavern orava!
See - again
Calvary spit
prefer Barabbas?