Character: Vladimir Mayakovsky
If you want dirty gossip, this is for your laundry, not for me!
You and I, Bor, are different. You love lightning in the sky, and I love an electric iron.
- Okay, sorry, overwritten. It was my mom who made it. She does everything conscientiously - look at me!
It is impossible to be happy knowing that the person you love is unhappy.
- I? It’s like a desert around and I’m crawling along it, suffocating. And where, crawling, why, to whom? ..
- Because then the lovers will meet at the monument to Mayakovsky.
Pasternak is enough for the soul, but I am stronger, by the scruff of the neck!
- There is no society for me, but I am society ...
- Burliuk? ... With such a surname, you can’t evaluate art objects, but sell garlic in a shop.
