Vladimir Mayakovsky: "I" September 15, 2012 Get link Facebook X Pinterest Email Other Apps "On pavement stonesOf my trampled soulSteps of madmenPlait soles of harsh words.Where the citiesAre hungAnd in a cloud nooseStilledCrooked turretsOf towersI walkalone sobbingthat on the crossroadsare crucified the tsar's cops." Comments
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