Mayakovsky is a poet who has tossed his soul into poetry. Lila Brik, who loved to the last line unimaginable. He who could give himself to the whole feeling: life is so life, passion is so passion, death is so death.

Verses and letters of the poet reveal the nerve of his work, the heartfelt drama that he carried through his whole life - love.

Not on an elegant instrument-on himself, on his own spine, he played, deduced notes of insane joy and desperate suffering, utter loneliness and all-embracing love the poet. Looking through the valves of his soul, he sang - to hear it and through the centuries, so that the voice of chopped, chased lines reached everyone who knows how to hear and understand.

Well, did Mayakovsky give the concert about which he wrote in his poem "Flute-spine", did he collect his audience? Today in his honor - a musical and poetic idea of ​​his work. And "let the night be forgotten by no one."