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"To you!" Vladimir Mayakovsky

To you, who live behind the orgy orgy,
having a bathroom and a warm closet!
Shame on you about those presented to George
read from newspaper columns?

Do you know, many mediocre,
those who think it’s better to get drunk how -
maybe now the leg bomb
tore Petrov's lieutenant away?..

If he is brought to slaughter,
suddenly I saw, wounded,
how you have a lip smeared in a cutlet
lustfully humming the Northerner!

Is it for you, who love women and dishes,
give your life for pleasure?!
I'd rather be at the bar... I'll be
serve pineapple water!

Analysis of Mayakovsky's poem "To you!"

Vladimir Mayakovsky was an ardent supporter of revolutionary ideas, believing that society needed a good shake-up. It is possible to understand the young poet, who very early learned what poverty and lack of a roof over his head were. Watching how his acquaintances from the gymnasium, and then from the art school, led a secular lifestyle, squandering their parents’ fortunes, Mayakovsky experienced a feeling of resentment mixed with disgust. Having matured, the poet was surprised to notice that among the fans of his literary talent there were also more and more representatives of the so-called “golden youth” - people without goals and life principles, accustomed to spending time idly.

In 1915, Mayakovsky dedicated his poem to them entitled “To You!”, in which he denounces all those who waste their lives in vain, looking for pleasure and dreaming of delicious food. It was during this period that Russia suffered defeat in the First World War, sending trains with half-starved and deprived of weapons soldiers to the front. Meanwhile, their more successful and wealthy peers were having fun at balls and coming up with new ways to while away long evenings by gambling or drinking a bottle of good wine. Addressing them, Mayakovsky begins his accusatory speech with reproaches, trying to appeal to his opponents to their conscience. “Aren’t you ashamed to read about those presented to George from the columns of newspapers?!” In this case we're talking about about soldiers awarded the Cross of St. George - one of the most significant awards in pre-revolutionary Russia. And Mayakovsky is sincerely outraged by people who are trying to find out who received the next award, and whether someone he knows is on the list.

At the same time, the poet understands that the St. George Cross is given for special merits, and that at that moment, while curious idle readers are looking through the newspapers, someone is giving their life for them at the front. However, such thoughts do not even occur to those who are not ready to sacrifice even a small part of their comfortable existence for the sake of their own homeland. Mayakovsky is convinced that “those who have a bathroom and a warm closet” will never care about the grief of others, and all their patriotic pathos can only be reduced to quoting particularly successful passages from the poems of Igor Severyanin.

In front of such an audience, narcissistic and pompous, who simply don’t know how else to please themselves, Mayakovsky refuses to read his works, categorically declaring: “I’d rather serve pineapple water to whores in a bar!”

Read the verse “To you!” Mayakovsky Vladimir Vladimirovich can be found on the website. The poem was written in 1915, when Russia was drawn into the First World War. In obedience to military duty, echelons of Russian soldiers were sent to the front. The writer Mikhail Bulgakov and the poet Nikolai Gumilyov went to the front. Vladimir Mayakovsky also signed up as a volunteer, but for reasons of “unreliability” he was not sent to the field.

Another part of the youth remained in a prosperous environment with a “warm closet and bath” and spent their lives in laziness and idleness. The poet is outraged by the indifferent cynicism of ordinary people, among whom are his former schoolmates. They spend their lives having fun in drinking establishments, playing cards, dancing at balls. Representatives of the intellectual part of the youth are familiar with world and Russian poetry, attend literary salons, and among them there are fans of the futurist poet Mayakovsky. They honor themselves as patriots, discuss the current course of the war and quote Igor Severyanin. Meanwhile, Lieutenant Petrov’s leg is torn off by a bomb, and thousands of ordinary soldiers are used as “cannon fodder” and led to slaughter. To those who remained far from the gunpowder smoke and casually read the “newspaper columns”, looking for familiar names in the lists of those awarded the St. George Cross, the poet throws his angry denunciation. He is bitterly aware of the injustice of the world, the meaninglessness of war, when people's lives are disposed of for the sake of incomprehensible political ambitions. The poet agrees to serve at a bar, serving pineapple juice, rather than give his life for the sake of the well-fed well-being of worthless representatives of the “golden youth”.

The text of Mayakovsky's poem "To you!" can be downloaded in full online. The work can be taught in the classroom during a literature lesson.

To you, who live behind the orgy orgy,
having a bathroom and a warm closet!
Shame on you about those presented to George
read from newspaper columns?

Do you know, many mediocre,
those who think it’s better to get drunk how -
maybe now the leg bomb
tore Petrov's lieutenant away?..

If he is brought to slaughter,
suddenly I saw, wounded,
how you have a lip smeared in a cutlet
lustfully humming the Northerner!

Is it for you, who love women and dishes,
give your life for pleasure?!
I'd rather be at the bar... I'll be
serve pineapple water!

Hello comrades. You know, I noticed long ago that if you use swear words correctly, your speech is transformed. It becomes elegant and interesting. And most importantly - what strong emotions can be conveyed by just one Russian swear words. A unique thing - Russian swearing.

But unfortunately, most people do not know how to use it. Sculpts it through every word.

What do I suggest? I suggest you get acquainted with the works of many classics who used absurd verbs in their works.

You have heard and read many of them. Personally, I reread it with pleasure and rediscovered something for myself.

Perhaps I’m not the only one who will be interested.

Yesenin S. A. - “Don’t strain, dear, and don’t gasp”
Don’t grieve, dear, and don’t gasp,
Hold life like a horse by the bridle,
Tell everyone and everyone to go to hell
So that they don't send you to pussy!

Yesenin S. A. - “The wind blows from the south and the moon has risen”
The wind blows from the south
And the moon rose
What are you doing, whore?
Didn't come at night?

You didn't come at night
Didn't show up during the day.
Do you think we're jerking off?
No! We eat others!

Yesenin S. A. “Sing, sing. On the damn guitar"
Sing, sing. On the damn guitar
Your fingers dance in a semicircle.
I would choke in this frenzy,
My last, only friend.

Don't look at her wrists
And silk flowing from her shoulders.
I was looking for happiness in this woman,
And I accidentally found death.

I didn't know that love is an infection
I didn't know that love was a plague.
Came up with a narrowed eye
The bully was driven crazy.

Sing, my friend. Remind me again
Our former violent early.
Let her kiss each other,
Young, beautiful trash.

Oh, wait. I don't scold her.
Oh, wait. I don't curse her.
Let me play about myself
To this bass string.

The pink dome of my days is flowing.
In the heart of dreams there are golden sums.
I touched a lot of girls
He pressed a lot of women in the corner.

Yes! there is a bitter truth of the earth,
I spied with a childish eye:
Males lick in line
Bitch leaking juice.

So why should I be jealous of her?
So why should I be sick like that?
Our life is a sheet and a bed.
Our life is a kiss and a whirlwind.

Sing, sing! On a fatal scale
These hands are a fatal disaster.
Just you know, fuck them...
I will never die, my friend.

Yesenin S. A. - “Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom"
Rash, harmonica. Boredom... Boredom...
The accordionist's fingers flow like a wave.
Drink with me, you lousy bitch
Drink with me.

They loved you, they abused you -
Unbearable.
Why are you looking at those blue splashes like that?
Or do you want to punch me in the face?

I'd like to have you stuffed in the garden,
Scare the crows.
Tormented me to the bone
From all sides.

Rash, harmonica. Rash, my frequent one.
Drink, otter, drink.
I’d rather have that busty one over there -
She's dumber.

I'm not the first among women...
Quite a few of you
But with someone like you, with a bitch
Only for the first time.

The freer, the louder,
Here and there.
I won't commit suicide
Go to hell.

To your pack of dogs
It's time to catch a cold.
Darling, I'm crying
Sorry... sorry...

Mayakovsky V.V. - “To you”
To you, who live behind the orgy orgy,
having a bathroom and a warm closet!
Shame on you about those presented to George
read from newspaper columns?

Do you know, many mediocre,
those who think it’s better to get drunk how -
maybe now the leg bomb
tore Petrov's lieutenant away?..

If he is brought to slaughter,
suddenly I saw, wounded,
how you have a lip smeared in a cutlet
lustfully humming the Northerner!

Is it for you, who love women and dishes,
give your life for pleasure?!
I'd rather be in the bar whores
serve pineapple water!
(Something reminds me of the plot of a poem. For example modern world and its foundations)

Mayakovsky V.V. “Do you like roses? And I shit on them"
Do you love roses?
and I shit on them!
the country needs steam locomotives,
we need metal!
comrade!
don't groan,
don't gasp!
don't pull the reins!
since I fulfilled the plan,
send everyone
in the pussy
did not fulfill -
myself
go
on
dick.
(currently relevant today)

Mayakovsky V.V. - “Hymn of Onanists”
We,
onanists,
Guys
broadshoulders!
Us
you can't lure
meaty tit!
Not
seduce us
cunt
spit!
Cumshot
right,
work left!!!
(Yes, this is the anthem of the pikabushniki XD, sorry guys, this is Winrar :))

Mayakovsky V.V. - “Who are the whores”
Not those
whores
what bread
for the sake of
front
and behind
give us
fuck,
God forgive them!
And those whores -
lying
money
sucking,
eat
not giving -
whores
existing,
their mother!

Mayakovsky V.V. - “I’m lying on someone else’s wife”
Lie
to someone else's
wife,
ceiling
sticks
fuck you,
but we don't complain -
making communists
out of spite
bourgeois
Europe!
Let the dick
my
like a mast
puffs up!
I don't care,
who is under me -
minister's wife
or the cleaning lady!

Mayakovsky V.V. - “Hey, onanists”
Hey onanists,
shout "Hurray!" -
fucking machines
established,
at your service
any hole
right up to
to the keyhole
wells!!!

Lermontov M. Yu. - “To Tizenhausen”
Don't drive your eyes so languidly,
Don't twist your round ass,
Voluptuousness and vice
Don't joke waywardly.
Don't go to someone else's bed
And don’t let me near yours,
Not jokingly, not really
Don't shake gentle hands.
Know, our lovely Chukhonian,
Youth doesn't shine for long!
Know: when the hand of God
Will break out over you
Everyone you are today
You look at your feet with prayer,
Sweet moisture of a kiss
They won't take away your sadness,
At least by the tip of the dick then
You would give your life.

Lermontov M. Yu. - “Oh, how sweet your goddess”
Impromptu
Oh how sweet your goddess is.
The Frenchman is trailing after her,
She has a face like a melon
But the ass is like a watermelon.

Goethe Johann - “What a Stork Can Do”
Found a place for a nest
Our stork!.. This bird is
Thunderstorm of frogs from the pond -
It nests in the belfry!

They chatter there all day long,
The people are literally groaning, -
But no one - neither old nor young -
He won't touch his nest!

You may ask why such an honor
Did the bird win? -
She's a bastard! - shit on the church!
A commendable habit!

Nekrasov N. A. - “Finally from Koenigsberg”
Finally from Konigsberg
I got closer to the country
Where they don't like Gutenberg
And they find a taste in shit.
I drank Russian infusion,
I heard "motherfucking"
And they went before me
Write Russian faces.

Pushkin A. S. - “Anne Wulf”
Alas! in vain to the proud maiden
I offered my love!
Neither our life nor our blood
Her soul will not be touched by the solid.
I'll just be fed up with tears,
Even if sadness breaks my heart.
She's enough to piss on a sliver,
But he won’t let you smell it either.

Pushkin A. S. - “I wanted to refresh my soul”
I wanted to refresh my soul,
Live a seasoned life
In sweet oblivion near friends
Of my past youth.
____

I was traveling to distant lands;
It was not noisy whores that I craved,
I was not looking for gold, not for honor,
In the dust among spears and swords.

Pushkin A. S. - “Once a violinist came to the castrato”
Once a violinist came to the castrato,
He was a poor man, and he was a rich man.
“Look,” said the foolish singer,
My diamonds, emeralds -
I sorted them out of boredom.
A! By the way, brother,” he continued, “
When you're bored,
What are you doing, please tell me.”
The poor guy responded indifferently:
- I? I scratch my mude.

Pushkin A. S. - “The Cart of Life”
In the morning we get into the cart,
We're happy to break our heads
And, despising laziness and bliss,
We shout: let's go! Her mother!
_________________________
Be quiet, godfather; and you, like me, are sinners,
And you will offend everyone with words;
You see a straw in someone else's pussy,
And you don’t even see a log!
(“From the All-Night Vigil...”)
________________________

And finally.

“I live in Paris like a dandy,
I have up to a hundred women.
My dick is like a plot in a legend,
It goes from mouth to mouth.”

- V.V. Mayakovsky

Guys, who has more, write in the comments.

Hello, comrades. You know, I noticed long ago that if you use swear words correctly, your speech is transformed. It becomes elegant and interesting. And most importantly, what strong emotions can be conveyed with just one Russian swear word. A unique thing - Russian swearing.

But, unfortunately, most people do not know how to use it. Sculpts it through every word. What do I suggest? I suggest you get acquainted with the works of many classics who used ridiculous verbs in their works.

You have heard and read many of them. Personally, I enjoyed re-reading it and rediscovering something for myself.

Perhaps I’m not the only one who will be interested.

Yesenin S. A. - “Don’t strain, dear, and don’t gasp”
Don’t grieve, dear, and don’t gasp,
Hold life like a horse by the bridle,
Tell everyone and everyone to go to hell
So that they don't send you to pussy!

Yesenin S. A. - “The wind blows from the south and the moon has risen”
The wind blows from the south
And the moon rose
What are you doing, whore?
Didn't come at night?

You didn't come at night
Didn't show up during the day.
Do you think we're jerking off?
No! We eat others!

Yesenin S. A. “Sing, sing. On the damn guitar"
Sing, sing. On the damn guitar
Your fingers dance in a semicircle.
I would choke in this frenzy,
My last, only friend.