(223 words) As a child, I learned about Uncle Vova Mayakovsky, who always, from the pages of a book for the smallest, told me, "what is good and what is bad" and in general - how to behave. Only in high school did I learn that Uncle Vova himself did not always see the border between these categories. Such a difficult time, such a difficult life. Not life, but a series of fragments of a muddy mirror, in which pieces of the past and future were reflected. Complete chaos, devastation. And in the midst of this a sonorous voice of the poet arose, who called people to the pipe, saying that he would lead them forward, to the best, to the truth, to the world.
It's no secret that girls love "bad guys", and that's how I fell in love with the verses of this "rude bully" for their ... tenderness.
And you, like me, cannot turn you out,
That there were only continuous lips!
It seems that he turned his whole soul inside out, was ready to seem defenseless, embodied in one continuous feeling. How strong and brave one must be, so as not to be afraid to expose the most vulnerable places of your soul. Everything for others is not for itself. I admire it.
Reading this sonorous, vowel, desperate call, a cry - the louder, the more chances to reach people's hearts - I feel like turning into one continuous tears. So you need to be able to write. So you need to be able to scream. So one must be able to love. Now I think: Is it I who discovered Mayakovsky for myself? No, he opened me to me. Thank you, Uncle Vova.
