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Vladimir Mayakovsky
No gray hairs...
No gray hairs streak my soul,
no grandfatherly fondness there!
I shake the world with the might of my...
Our planet<br>is poorly...
Our planet
is poorly equipped
for delight.
One must snatch
gladness
from the days that are.
In this...
Art is not...
Art is not a mirror to reflect the world, but a hammer with which to shape it.
Comrade life,<br>let us<br>march...
Comrade life,
let us
march faster,
March
faster through what's left
of the five-year...
My verse<br>has brought...
My verse
has brought me
no roubles to spare:
no craftsmen have made
mahogany chairs for my...
No gray hairs...
No gray hairs streak my soul,
no grandfatherly fondness there!
I shake the world with the might of my...
Our planet<br>is poorly...
Our planet
is poorly equipped
for delight.
One must snatch
gladness
from the days that are.
In this...
Art is not...
Art is not a mirror to reflect the world, but a hammer with which to shape it.
Comrade life,<br>let us<br>march...
Comrade life,
let us
march faster,
March
faster through what's left
of the five-year...
My verse<br>has brought...
My verse
has brought me
no roubles to spare:
no craftsmen have made
mahogany chairs for my...