Star and death of Vladimir Mayakovsky.
Listen to the butterfly of the poetic heart.
Listen to it! After all, if the poet did create, he left us his poems, then this is simply necessary!
He wore a yellow sweater of three sunset arshins. And he walked the Don Giovanni and the veil.
Consider all the details, get to know him, as if he were alive. More than alive.
How do we represent it? Great, thundering! A frightened, snooty bully, hiding behind his shield like a shield, for his yellow sweater.
He was very young. And he died, and did not grow up. Poet provocateur, shouting his manifestoes. A man with a child's heart.
He still had a monument to him in his lifetime. How he hated every kind of deadness. And adored all life.
Do you know what, Mayakovsky? And let's live together?
Sugar is the taste of life. Him and ours. Sugar is the sweetness of love. Tart and unbearably bitter.