Mayakovsky lyrics about love. Love lyrics by V.V. Mayakovsky. Attitude towards the young lady

There are poets who seem to be open to love, and all their work is literally permeated with this wonderful feeling. These are Pushkin, Akhmatova, Blok, Tsvetaeva and many others. And there are those whom it is difficult to imagine falling in love. And first of all, Vladimir Mayakovsky comes to mind. Poems about love in his work, at first glance, seem completely inappropriate, since he is usually perceived as a singer of the revolution. Let's try to find out if this is so by taking a closer look at the poet.

Mayakovsky - the beginning of his creative journey

The poet's homeland is Georgia. Parents came from noble family, although my father served as a simple forester. The sudden death of the breadwinner forces the family to move to Moscow. There Mayakovsky entered the gymnasium, but two years later he was expelled for non-payment of tuition, and took up revolutionary activities. He was arrested several times and spent almost a year in a cell. This happened in 1909. Then for the first time he began to try to write poetry, absolutely terrible, according to him. However, it was this year that Mayakovsky, whose famous poems were still ahead, considered the beginning of his poetic career.

Poet of the Revolution

It cannot be said that the work of Vladimir Mayakovsky was entirely devoted to the revolution. Everything is far from so clear. The poet unconditionally accepted her, was an active participant in those events, and many of his works were actually dedicated to him. He practically deified her, believed in the ideals that she carried, and defended her. Undoubtedly, he was the mouthpiece of the revolution, and his poems were a kind of propaganda.

Love in the life of Mayakovsky

Deep emotionality is inherent in all creative people. Vladimir Mayakovsky was no exception. The theme runs through all of his work. Outwardly rude, in fact the poet was a very vulnerable person, a hero of a rather lyrical nature. And love was not the last place in Mayakovsky’s life and work. He, broad-minded, knew how to instantly fall in love, and not short term, and on long time. But the poet was unlucky in love. All relationships ended tragically, and last love in his life led to suicide.

Addressees of Mayakovsky's love lyrics

In the poet's life there were four women whom he loved unconditionally and deeply. Love lyrics Mayakovsky is primarily associated with them. Who are they, the poet’s muses, to whom he dedicated his poems?

Maria Denisova is the first person with whom Mayakovsky's love lyrics are associated. He fell in love with her in Odessa in 1914, and dedicated the poem “Cloud in Pants” to the girl. This was also the poet’s first strong feeling. That’s why the poem turned out to be so painfully honest. This is the real cry of a lover who has been waiting for several painful hours for his beloved girl, and she comes only to announce that she is marrying a wealthier man.

Tatyana Alekseevna Yakovleva. The poet met her in October 1928 in Paris. The meeting ended with them instantly falling in love with each other. The young emigrant and the tall Mayakovsky, two meters tall, were a wonderful couple. He dedicated two of his poems to her - “Letter to Comrade Kostrov...” and “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva.”

In December, the poet left for Moscow, but already in February 1929 he returned to France again. His feelings for Yakovleva were so strong and serious that he proposed to her, but received neither refusal nor consent.

The relationship with Tatyana ended tragically. Planning to come again in the fall, Mayakovsky was unable to do so due to problems with his visa. In addition, he suddenly finds out that his love is getting married in Paris. The poet was so shocked by this news that he said that if he never saw Tatyana again, he would shoot himself.

And then the search for that one true love began again. The poet began to seek solace from other women.

Mayakovsky's last love

Veronica Vitoldovna Polonskaya is a theater actress. Mayakovsky met her in 1929 through Osip Brik. This was not done by chance, in the hope that the charming girl would interest the poet and distract him from tragic events associated with Yakovleva. The calculation turned out to be correct. Mayakovsky became seriously interested in Polonskaya, so much so that he began to demand that she break up with her husband. And she, loving the poet, could not start a conversation with her husband, realizing what a blow it would be for him. And Polonskaya’s husband believed in his wife’s fidelity to the end.

It was painful love for both. Mayakovsky became more and more nervous every day, and she kept putting off the explanation with her husband. On April 14, 1930 they met in last time. Polonskaya claims that there was no conversation about the breakup; the poet once again asked her to leave her husband and leave the theater. A minute after she left, already on the stairs, Polonskaya heard a shot. Returning to the poet's apartment, she found him dying. This is how the last love and life of Vladimir Mayakovsky ended tragically.

Lilya Brik

This woman, without exaggeration, occupied the main place in the poet’s heart. She is his strongest and most “sick” love. Almost all of Mayakovsky's love lyrics after 1915 are dedicated to her.

The meeting with her took place a year after the break in relations with Denisova. Mayakovsky was initially attracted to his younger sister Lily, and at the first meeting he mistook her for his beloved’s governess. Later, Lily officially met the poet. They were amazed by his poems, and he instantly fell in love with this extraordinary woman.

Their relationship was strange and incomprehensible to others. Lily's husband had an affair and did not feel physical attraction to his wife, but in his own way he loved her very much. Lilya adored her husband, and when she was once asked who she would choose, Mayakovsky or Brik, she answered without hesitation that her husband. But the poet was also extremely dear to her. This strange relationship lasted 15 years, until Mayakovsky’s death.

Features of Mayakovsky's love lyrics

The features of the poet’s lyrics are most clearly visible in his poem “I Love,” dedicated to Lilya Brik.

Love for Mayakovsky is deep personal experiences, and not an established opinion about it. Every person has this feeling from birth, but ordinary people who value comfort and prosperity more in life quickly lose love. With them, according to the poet, it “shrinks.”

A feature of the poet's love lyrics is his conviction that if a person loves someone, he must completely follow the chosen one, always and in everything, even if the loved one is wrong. According to Mayakovsky, love is selfless, it is not afraid of disagreements and distance.

The poet is a maximalist in everything, so his love knows no halftones. She knows no peace, and the author writes about this in his last poem“Unfinished”: “...I hope, I believe, that shameful prudence will never come to me.”

Poems about love

Mayakovsky's love lyrics are represented by a small number of poems. But each of them is a small piece of the poet’s life with its sorrows and joys, despair and pain. “Love”, “Cloud in Pants”, “Unfinished”, “About This”, “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva”, “Letter to Comrade Kostrov...”, “Spine Flute”, “Lilichka!” - this is a short list of works by Vladimir Mayakovsky about love.

V. Mayakovsky “About this.” Cover by Alexander Rodchenko. Moscow, 1923.

In 1922, the poet wrote the poem “I Love” - his brightest work about love. Mayakovsky was then experiencing the peak of his feelings for L. Brik, and therefore was sure:

Love won't wash away
no quarrel

not a mile.
Thought out
verified
verified.

Tatiana Yakovleva, 1932, Paris.

Here the poet reflects on the essence of love and its place in human life. Mayakovsky contrasted salesy love with true, passionate, faithful love.
But then again in the poem “About This” lyrical hero appears suffering, tormented by love. It was turning point in their relationship with Brick.
That is, one can notice how closely intertwined in Mayakovsky’s work are the feelings of the poet and the feelings of the lyrical hero.
At the beginning of 1929, “A Letter to Comrade Kostrov from Paris on the Essence of Love” appeared in the Young Guard magazine. From this poem it is clear that a new love has appeared in Mayakovsky’s life, that “the cold engine of the heart has been put into operation again.” This was Tatyana Yakovleva, whom the poet met in Paris in 1928. Poems dedicated to her “Letter to Comrade Kostrov...” and

LILICHKA!

The tobacco smoke has eaten away from the air.
Room -
chapter in Kruchenykhov's hell.
Remember -
outside this window
for the first time
In a frenzy, he stroked your hands.
Today you are sitting here,
heart in iron.
It's still a day -
you'll kick me out
maybe by scolding.
Won't fit in the muddy hallway for a long time
hand broken by trembling into sleeve.
I'll run out
I'll throw the body into the street.
Wild,
I'll go crazy
cut off by despair.
Don't need this
Expensive,
good,
let's say goodbye now.
Doesn't matter
My love -
a heavy weight after all -
hangs on you
wherever I would run.
Let me cry out in my last cry
the bitterness of offended complaints.
If a bull is killed by labor -
he will leave
will lie down in the cold waters.
Except your love,
to me
there is no sea,
and you can’t beg your love for rest even with tears.
A tired elephant wants peace -
the royal one will lie down in the fried sand.
Besides your love,
to me
there is no sun
and I don’t even know where you are or with whom.
If only I had tormented the poet like that,
He
I would trade my beloved for money and fame,
and for me
not a single joyful ringing,
except the ringing of your favorite name.
And I won’t throw myself into the air,
and I won’t drink poison,
and I won’t be able to pull the trigger above my temple.
Above me
except your gaze,
the blade of no knife has power.
Tomorrow you'll forget
that he crowned you,
that he burned out a blossoming soul with love,
and the hectic days of the swept up carnival
will ruffle the pages of my books...
Are my words dry leaves?
make you stop
panting greedily?

Give me at least
cover with the last tenderness
your leaving step.

Listen!

Listen!
After all, if the stars light up -

So, does anyone want them to exist?
So, does anyone call these spittoons a pearl?
And, straining
in blizzards of midday dust,
rushes to God
I'm afraid I'm late
crying,
kisses his sinewy hand,
asks -
there must be a star! –
swears -
will not endure this starless torment!
And after
walks around anxiously
but calm on the outside.
Says to someone:
“Isn’t it okay for you now?
Aren't you scared?
Yes?!"
Listen!
After all, if the stars
light up -
Does that mean anyone needs this?
This means it is necessary
so that every evening
over the roofs
Did at least one star light up?!

Conclusion

Love won't wash away
no quarrel
not a mile.
Thought out
verified
verified.
Raising solemnly the line-fingered verse,
I swear -
I love
unchanged and true!

Attitude towards the young lady

This evening decided -
Shouldn't we become lovers? –
Dark,
Nobody will see us.
I really leaned in
And indeed
I,
Leaning over
Told her
Like a good parent:
“Passion is a steep cliff -
Please,
Move away.
Move away
Please be kind.”

Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva

You are the only one for me
height level,
stand next to me
with an eyebrow eyebrow,
give me
about this
important evening
tell
humanly.
Five o'clock
and from now on
poem
people
dense forest,
extinct
populated city,
I only hear
whistle dispute
trains to Barcelona.
In the black sky
lightning step,
thunder
swear
in the heavenly drama, -
not a thunderstorm
and this
Just
jealousy
moves mountains.
Stupid words
don't trust raw materials
don't be scared
this shaking -
I will bridle
I will humble you
feelings
offspring of the nobility.
Passion measles
will come off as a scab,
but joy
inexhaustible,
I'll be there for a long time
I'll just
I speak in poetry.
Jealousy,
wives,
tears…
well them! -
eyelids will swell,
fits Viu.
I'm not myself
and I
I'm jealous
for Soviet Russia.
Saw
patches on the shoulders,
their
consumption
licks with a sigh.
Well,
we are not to blame -
hundred million
it was bad.
We
Now
so gentle towards those -
sports
you won’t straighten many, -
you and us
are needed in Moscow,
not enough
long-legged.
Not for you
in the snow
and typhus
walking
with these legs
Here
for caresses
hand them over
at dinners
with oil workers.
Don't think
just squinting
from under straightened arcs.
Come here
go to the crossroads
my big ones
and clumsy hands.
Don't you want to?
Stay and winter
and this
insult
We'll reduce it to the general account.
I don't care
you
someday I'll take it -
one
or together with Paris.

Love

World
again
overgrown with flowers,
from the world
spring view.
And again
gets up
unresolved issue -
about women
and about love.
We love the parade
elegant song.
We speak beautifully
going to the rally.
But often
under this,
moldy,
old, old little house.
Sings at the meeting:
"Forward, comrades...
And at home,
forgetting about the solo aria,
yells at his wife
that the cabbage soup is not in the broth
So what
cucumbers
not well salted.
Lives with someone else -
kiosk wide,
underwear -
chant diva.
But with a thin stocking
reproaches his wife:
- You compromise
in front of the team. -
Then they climb to anyone,
would have legs.
Five women
will change
during the day.
We, they say,
freedom,
not monogamy.
Down with philistinism
and prejudice!
From flower to flower
young dragonfly
flutters
flies
and rushes about.
One thing for him
in the world
seems evil -
This
alimony worker.
He's glad to die
saving a third,
three years
happy to sue:
and I say, not me,
and she's not mine
and I in general
castrate.
And they love
so be it
a faithful nun -
tyrannizes
jealousy
every little thing
and measures
Love
for revolver caliber,
untrue
in the back of the head
let the bullet go.
Fourth -
hero of a dozen battles,
and so,
whatever is dear,
runs
scared
from the wife's shoes,
Mostorg's simple shoes.
And the other
arrow of love
otherwise marks
confuses
- such a child -
catch
beloved
to romance networks
with promotion
subordinate according to the tariff schedule...
Through the female line
the tabernacles of heaven are not for you either.
A simple boy
picked up
lady.
He's working
and her
can't hold back -
runs after flares
every boulevard.
Well,
sit down
and in tears
Nilom nilsya.
Look! -
Groom!
- For whom, dear ones, did I marry?
For myself -
or for them? -
From parents
and children of this sort:
- What about parents?
And we
no worse, they say! -
Are engaged
love in the form of sport,
not having time
join the Komsomol.
And further,
to the village
life without movement -
live as before
from year to year.
Just like that
getting married
and get married
how to buy
draft animals
If there is
last like this
year after year,
That,
I'll tell you straight
won't be able to
disassemble
and the marriage code,
where are the father and daughter,
which son and mother.
I'm not for family.
On fire
and in the blue smoke
burn out
and this old piece,
where they hissed
mother goose
and children
guarded
gander father!
No.
But we live in a commune
tight,
in dormitories
the skin of the body becomes dirty.
Necessary
voice
raise for cleanliness
our relations
and love affairs.
Don't hesitate -
they say, I'm not married.
Us
not pop fastens gibberish.
Necessary
tie
and the lives of men and women
in a word,
uniting us:
"Comrades."

The theme of love, perhaps, has already become traditional for Russian literature. It is this theme that is the casket of constant inspiration and ideas, pushing famous authors to create new works of art. Absolutely all poets saw something personal in this great and grandiose.

Mayakovsky’s love is a phenomenon that incorporates a lot of concepts; it is certainly not simple for him. separate part or genre in poetry, but the very meaning and essence of poetry, which contains something personal and sacred, which goes into various works author.

Mayakovsky's love lyrics

Life with all its joys and sorrows, hopes and despairs is in his poems. The poet's works, telling about his life, cannot but touch upon the theme of love.

The poet believed that one can only write about what he himself experienced, therefore all his works are largely autobiographical. Although the earliest poems about love (“I”, “Love”, the tragedy “Vladimir Mayakovsky”) have little to do with the poet’s personal experiences. Later, Mayakovsky’s famous poem “” appears, in which the poet talks about his unrequited love, which caused him excruciating, unbearable pain

Mother!

Your son is beautifully sick!

Mother!

His heart is on fire.

This tragic love is not made up. David Burliuk, who performed together with Mayakovsky in Odessa in 1914, says in his memoirs that Mayakovsky’s first love was Maria, whom he met in Odessa (“It was, it was in Odessa..”)

From some sources it is known that an obstacle arose between Mayakovsky and Maria, one of those that was generated by the then social life, social conditions based on the inequality of people, on the dominance of material calculations. The poem gives a very brief explanation of this in the words of Mary herself:

You came in

sharp, like “here!”

mucha suede gloves,

said:

“You know -

I'm getting married."

The main and brightest muse of Vladimir Mayakovsky is considered to be Lily Brik, with whom Mayakovsky fell in love a year later. The relationship between the poet and Lily was very difficult; many stages of their development were reflected in the poet’s works (“Lilichka! Instead of a letter”, “Flute-spine”).

In 1922, the poet wrote the poem “I Love” - his brightest work about love. Mayakovsky was then experiencing the peak of his feelings for L. Brik, and therefore was sure:

Love won't wash away

no quarrel

not a mile.

Thought out

verified

verified.

Here the poet reflects on the essence of love and its place in human life. Mayakovsky contrasted salesy love with true, passionate, faithful love.

But then again in the poem “About This” the lyrical hero appears suffering, tormented by love. This was a turning point in his relationship with Brick.

That is, one can notice how closely intertwined in Mayakovsky’s work are the feelings of the poet and the feelings of the lyrical hero.

At the beginning of 1929, “A Letter to Comrade Kostrov from Paris on the Essence of Love” appeared in the Young Guard magazine. From this poem it is clear that a new love has appeared in Mayakovsky’s life, that “the cold engine of the heart has been put into operation again.” This was Tatyana Yakovleva, whom the poet met in Paris in 1928. The poems dedicated to her, “Letter to Comrade Kostrov...” and “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva,” are imbued with a happy feeling of great, true love. But this relationship also ended tragically.

His last love was Veronica Polonskaya. Shortly before his death, Mayakovsky wrote the poem “Unfinished,” which, apparently, was dedicated specifically to her. Polonskaya was the last person to see Mayakovsky alive.

It is his sincere and beautiful poems about love that help us understand Mayakovsky the man.

Analysis of the poem “Love” by Vladimir Mayakovsky

The girl timidly wrapped herself in the swamp,

ominously frog motifs expanded,

a reddish-haired someone was hesitating on the rails,

and the locomotives passed reproachfully in heaps.

Into the cloudy vapors through the sun's fumes

the fury of the windy mazurka hit,

and here I am - the chilly July sidewalk,

and the woman throws kisses - cigarette butts!

Leave the cities, you stupid people!

and go naked to shower in the sun

drunken wines in the fur-chest,

rain-kisses on the coals-cheeks.

In 1913, a collection of “the only futurists in the world” was published, called “Dead Moon”. Among others, David Burliuk, Velimir Khlebnikov, Alexander Kruchenykh took part in its creation. Several poems by Mayakovsky were also published in the almanac, including “Love” (“The girl fearfully wrapped herself in a swamp ...”), which subsequently underwent several editions.

The work is distinguished by the deliberate complexity of its images. In it the poet contrasts life city ​​life suburban, obviously giving preference to the second. Closeness to nature is a dangerous thing to some extent. No wonder the girl timidly wraps herself in the swamp, and the expanding frog motifs are called ominous. Most likely, these vivid images are the result of Vladimir Vladimirovich’s walks in the Kuntsevsky Park near Moscow.

They are also inspired by locomotives, stubbornly passing in heaps, a reddish someone swaying on the rails. The second stanza of the poem takes readers from suburban reality to urban reality. In the new location, things are so bad with love that the woman kisses as if she were throwing cigarette butts on the sidewalk. Add to this the sunburn and the frenzy of the windy mazurka - you must agree, the picture of a city languishing under the summer heat is not very attractive.

The third quatrain begins with an emotional appeal: “Leave the cities, stupid people!” The lyrical hero is sure that happiness in love must be sought elsewhere - outside the city, where a person becomes closer to nature, respectively, to his roots, where it is not so noisy and the air is cleaner. Romantic relationships there are of a completely different nature. Kisses become akin not to dirty cigarette butts, but to saving rain, cooling burning cheeks and quenching the thirst of the heart.

“Love” (“The girl timidly wrapped herself in the swamp...”) is considered the first appeal to intimate lyrics. This poem does not yet have a bright heroine, the prototype of which will later become main love in the life of the poet - Lilya Yuryevna Brik. Vladimir Vladimirovich will become acquainted with it a little later - two years after the creation of the text in question. Moreover, in “Love” nothing really is said about the hero’s feelings as such. In fact, it turns out that the love theme becomes for Mayakovsky only a reason to contrast the existence of a person in the city with life in the countryside.

“Listen” V. Mayakovsky analysis of the poem

Listen!

After all, if the stars light up -

So, does anyone want them to exist?

So, someone calls these spittoons

a pearl?

And, straining

in blizzards of midday dust,

rushes to God

I'm afraid I'm late

kisses his sinewy hand,

there must be a star! -

swears -

will not endure this starless torment!

walks around anxiously

but calm on the outside.

Says to someone:

“Isn’t it okay for you now?

Aren't you scared?

Listen!

After all, if the stars

light up -

Does that mean anyone needs this?

This means it is necessary

so that every evening

over the roofs

Did at least one star light up?!

Creativity V.V. Mayakovsky falls on the period Silver Age poetry. In Mayakovsky's poems, from the first lines, a challenge to society is felt. But the poem "" refers to the poet's love lyrics. Having read the author’s work, it is not immediately clear what he wanted to say. Nevertheless, it has a hidden deep meaning.

"Listen" was written in 1914. This period is listed in history as the beginning of the First World War and the revolution in Russian Empire. Mayakovsky was a supporter of the Revolution in the country; he considered it an opening for new opportunities for the younger generation.

Before the start of the coup, Mayakovsky was a member of the futurist community, who called for a departure from previous preferences in literature and creativity. They considered it necessary to no longer read such authors as Pushkin, Lermontov,. “Budetlyans” (futurists) emphasized that society needs more expressive and shocking young people who know what is necessary for a happy future.

The work “Listen” is not like the poet’s other masterpieces; it looks like a question and a plea addressed to society. In it the author tries to find the meaning of life - this main topic poems. He seems to appeal to an invisible listener. The poet argues that “someone” lights the stars in the sky, and he controls our destiny, because he needs it.

“Listen” is a striking work from the early Mayakovsky, the author wrote it at the age of 20. The poem feels the poet’s uncertainty in life, his lack of recognition and misunderstanding by society.

It’s not for nothing that the “star” symbol is used here; for the author, the guiding star was a life credo, a muse for creativity. Mayakovsky means by the lit stars in the sky the new luminaries of poetry, including himself. And someone decides whether another star will light up in the sky, that is, whether society and leadership positions will accept the work of the newly minted author. Here the poet touches on the topic of God, from whom he asks that another star light up in the sky, otherwise he will not endure this “starless torment.” Here the importance of recognition of the poet by society is very clearly expressed, which carries for him the main meaning of existence.

The poem reveals the theme of loneliness, which filled the poet’s soul and tormented him from the inside. He says that for some, stars are just “spits.” But for him, a hidden hero who does not have a clear definition in the plot, they are the whole world. The author calls them pearls. This work intertwines feelings of lyricism and tragedy of life by V.V. Mayakovsky.

The poem is written in a white style and with a bright rhythm, which is inherent in Mayakovsky’s work. It is created using vivid epithets and metaphors, the most noticeable being the comparison of stars with “spits” and pearls in one stanza.

The verse begins with an exclamation that occupies the reader's ear, followed by several philosophical questions. The reader plays more of a listener role here. Then the plot itself unfolds, in which someone asks God himself for the appearance of a new star in the sky. The author uses repetition of the initial lines at the end of the poem, but in the finale these words sound more confident and life-affirming. This technique is called ring composition.

Each reader can interpret the poem in his own way. It will still contain the pain and cry of the poet’s soul. With this work, the author tried to reach the hearts of listeners, to achieve universal recognition and understanding of his avant-garde and modernist creativity.

Mayakovsky's love lyrics in grades 9 - 11

Vladimir Mayakovsky once said about himself: “I am a poet. That’s what makes it interesting.” In my opinion, he remains an original and innovative artist to this day. Mayakovsky entered Russian poetry as a singer of the revolution, as a herald of new social relations. Most of his poems are of a patriotic nature. Mayakovsky's lyrical hero is a citizen who strives for a better future. They do not accept indifference and inaction.

As for love, the poet has a special attitude towards this feeling. Mayakovsky believes that love is always suffering. Thus, in the poem “To Everything,” the poet talks about a past feeling, about the emotional experiences of the lyrical hero, who sincerely believed his beloved:

Love!

Only in mine

inflamed

the brain was you!

Stop the stupid comedy!

Look -

tearing off toys-armor

the greatest Don Quixote!

The lyrical hero, in my opinion, is romantic in his feelings. But disappointment and inner suffering make him cruel and cynical. The pain of the soul is so strong that Mayakovsky ceases to believe in earthly love:

Give

any

beautiful,

young, -

I won’t waste my soul,

I'll rape you

and I will spit mockery into her heart!

Human love, according to the poet, is impossible in the material and superficial world. In his poems, Mayakovsky paints a high ideal of love-creation, which enriches a person, makes him better and purer. According to the author, a person cannot be happy for himself alone, even in such an exceptional feeling.

In Mayakovsky’s further work - in his poem “Letter on the Essence of Love” - the idea of ​​​​the creative power of love-competition with the world was cast in the famous stanza:

Love-

it's from the sheets,

torn by insomnia,

break down

jealous of Copernicus,

his,

and not the husband of Marya Ivanna,

counting

his rival.

A special place in Mayakovsky’s work is occupied by the poem “Lilichka! Instead of a letter." Here the author shows unrequited love, which is the happiness and tragedy of the lyrical hero. This work becomes a kind of revelation of the character. I think this poem is very bright and sincere. It is written in the form of a monologue:

Doesn't matter

My love -

a heavy weight after all -

hangs on you

wherever I would run.

Let me cry out in my last cry

The bitterness of offended complaints.

This feeling is so strong that the lyrical hero does not see the meaning of life and the beauty of the world around him without his loved one:

Besides your love,

there is no sun

But I don’t know where you are and with whom.

In his feeling the lyrical hero - ordinary person, and no longer a poet. Before love, all people are equal: strong and defenseless at the same time. Even creativity is not able to save the hero from mental anguish. Only the realization that his beloved is happy, although she is not next to him, makes the life of the lyrical hero significant and meaningful.

It seems to me that Mayakovsky’s love poetry cannot be compared with love lyrics other poets, because he has his own, special feeling for this problem. Love, according to Mayakovsky, is possible only in an ideal world, but in modern disharmony, where only the desire for material things reigns, it does not exist. But human soul as a manifestation of the ideal world, still reaches out to this feeling.

Analysis of the poem “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva” by V. Mayakovsky

You are the only one for me

height level,

stand next to me

with an eyebrow eyebrow,

important evening

tell

humanly.

Five o'clock

and from now on

dense forest,

populated city,

I only hear

whistle dispute

trains to Barcelona.

In the black sky

lightning step,

in the heavenly drama, -

not a thunderstorm

jealousy

moves mountains.

Stupid words

don't trust raw materials

don't be scared

this shaking -

I will bridle

offspring of the nobility.

Passion measles

will come off as a scab,

but joy

inexhaustible,

I'll be there for a long time

I'll just

I speak in poetry.

Jealousy,

eyelids will swell,

fits Viu.

for Soviet Russia.

patches on the shoulders,

licks with a sigh.

we are not to blame -

hundred million

it was bad.

so gentle towards those -

you won’t straighten many, -

are needed in Moscow,

not enough

long-legged.

with these legs

hand them over

with oil workers.

Don't think

just squinting

from under straightened arcs.

Come here

go to the crossroads

my big ones

and clumsy hands.

Don't you want to?

Stay and winter

insult

We'll reduce it to the general account.

I don't care

someday I'll take it -

or together with Paris.

The lyrics of Vladimir Mayakovsky are very unique and particularly original. The fact is that the poet sincerely supported the ideas of socialism and believed that personal happiness cannot be complete and comprehensive without public happiness.

These two concepts were so closely intertwined in Mayakovsky’s life that for the sake of love for a woman he would never have betrayed his homeland, but on the contrary he could have done very easily, since he could not imagine his life outside of Russia. Of course, the poet often criticized the shortcomings of Soviet society with his characteristic harshness and straightforwardness, but at the same time he believed that he lived in the most best country.

In 1928, Mayakovsky traveled abroad and met in Paris the Russian emigrant Tatyana Yakovleva, who in 1925 came to visit relatives and decided to stay in France forever. The poet fell in love with the beautiful aristocrat and invited her to return to Russia as his legal wife, but was refused. Yakovleva reacted with restraint to Mayakovsky's advances, although she hinted that she was ready to marry the poet if he refused to return to his homeland.

Suffering from unrequited feelings and from the realization that one of the few women who understands and feels him so well is not going to part with Paris for his sake, Mayakovsky returned home, after which he sent his chosen one a poetic message - sharp, full of sarcasm and, at the same time, same time, hope.

This work begins with the phrases that the fever of love cannot overshadow the feelings of patriotism, since “the red color of my republics must also burn,” developing this theme, Mayakovsky emphasizes that he does not love “Parisian love,” or rather, Parisian women, who skillfully disguise their true essence behind clothes and cosmetics.

At the same time, the poet, turning to Tatyana Yakovleva, emphasizes: “You are the only one who is as tall as me, stand next to my eyebrow,” believing that a native Muscovite who has lived in France for several years compares favorably with the cutesy and frivolous Parisians.

Trying to persuade his chosen one to return to Russia, Mayakovsky tells her without embellishment about the socialist way of life, which Tatyana Yakovleva is so persistently trying to erase from her memory. After all new Russia– this is hunger, disease, death and poverty, veiled under equality.

Leaving Yakovleva in Paris, the poet experiences an acute feeling of jealousy, as he understands that this long-legged beauty has enough fans even without him, she can afford to travel to Barcelona for Chaliapin’s concerts in the company of the same Russian aristocrats. However, trying to formulate his feelings, the poet admits that “it’s not me, but I am jealous for Soviet Russia.” Thus, Mayakovsky is much more gnawed by resentment that the best of the best are leaving their homeland than ordinary male jealousy, which he is ready to bridle and humble.

The poet understands that besides love, he can offer nothing to the girl who amazed him with her beauty, intelligence and sensitivity. And he knows in advance that he will be refused when he turns to Yakovleva with the words: “Come here, to the crossroads of my large and clumsy hands.” Therefore, the ending of this loving and patriotic message is filled with caustic irony and sarcasm.

The poet’s tender feelings are transformed into anger when he addresses his chosen one with the rather rude phrase “Stay and winter, and this is an insult to the general account of the underdog.” By this, the poet wants to emphasize that he considers Yakovleva a traitor not only to himself, but also to his homeland. However, this fact does not at all cool the romantic fervor of the poet, who promises: “I will take you sooner – alone or together with Paris.”

It should be noted that Mayakovsky never managed to see Tatyana Yakovleva again. A year and a half after writing this letter in verse, he committed suicide.

Mayakovsky, analysis of the poem “At the top of my voice”

Loves? doesn't like it? I'm wringing my hands

I scatter after breaking

so they tear it up after making a wish and let it go

corollas of counter daisies

let the gray hair be revealed by haircut and shaving

Let the silver of the years call

I hope I believe it will never come

disgraceful prudence towards me

Already the second

you must have gone to bed

Or maybe

and you have this

I'm in no hurry

And lightning telegrams

I don't need to

wake up and disturb

the sea goes back

the sea goes to bed

As they say, the incident is ruined

We are even with you

There's no need for a list

mutual pain, troubles and insults

It must be the second time you went to bed

In the night the Milky Way with a silver eye

I'm in no hurry and lightning telegrams

I don't need to wake you up or bother you

as they say the incident is ruined

love boat crashed into everyday life

We are even with you and there is no need for a list

mutual pain, troubles and insults

Look how quiet the world is

The night has covered the sky with starry tribute

at hours like these you get up and talk

centuries of history and the universe

I know the power of words, I know the alarm of words

They are not the ones that the lodges applaud

From words such as these, graves are torn off

walk with four oak legs

Sometimes they throw it away without printing it or publishing it

But the word rushes by tightening its girths

centuries are ringing and trains are crawling

lick poetry's calloused hands

I know the power of words It looks like nothing

A fallen petal under the heels of the dance

But a man has a soul, lips and bones

Mayakovsky’s poem “At the top of his voice,” strictly speaking, is not such a thing: the poet wrote only an introduction, but both critics and literary scholars consider it a full-fledged work. Brief Analysis“At the top of my voice,” as planned, will help 11th grade students understand why literary scholars believe this, as well as better appreciate the artistic perfection of the work. In a literature lesson, this analysis can be used both as a main and as a additional material.

The work was written shortly before the suicide of its author. This was the period when Mayakovsky was preparing for a special exhibition dedicated to the twentieth anniversary of his work. But this seemingly joyful time, in fact, turned out to be gloomy for him - there was a lot of criticism, many colleagues and critics made harsh statements against him.

Apparently, this gave rise to Vladimir Vladimirovich’s desire to talk directly with his reader. He conceived a grandiose work - the poem “At the top of his voice”, but only wrote its introduction. He was unable or did not want to work further on the work: the poem with the subtitle “First Introduction to the Poem” was completed in January 1930, and already in April a tragic suicide occurred.

The work is called a poem only by tradition, but this is quite significant.

At the end of his life path(although it is unknown whether the poet was already planning his suicide then) Mayakovsky once again turned to the important topic of creativity for himself - more precisely, its purpose and its place in the creative process. He chooses a difficult path - to tell only the truth about himself and the time in which he lives. And he speaks - harshly and without excessive politeness.

In his work, Vladimir Vladimirovich acts both as an author and as a lyrical hero. He promotes a rejection of art as an aesthetic approach, talks about the social component of poetry, and even calls himself a “sewage man-water carrier,” that is, on the one hand, he gives people what they need, on the other, he often deals with the most unsightly side of reality .

The main idea of ​​the poem is to accurately express Mayakovsky’s creative credo: poetry is work, it should motivate people, there is no place for prettiness, it is part of life, everyday life.

The poet says that there is poetry that is closed in its philistinism, like flowers in a master's garden. It is created simply for the sake of beautiful words and has neither a social burden nor the right to tell people how to live and what to do. But his poetry is not like that, it is a weapon. And the poet is her servant-commander, who brings out the words at the solemn military parade.

At the same time, he does not seek rewards or recognition; his army may even die completely. The main thing is victory, namely, a harmonious, healthy and fair society.

Although “At the Top of Your Voice” belongs somewhat conventionally to the genre of poem, the work still turned out to be quite epic. In this case, the main thing is the scale of the thought, which, although embodied in a small poem in comparison with the poem, does not lose its strength and grandeur.

Using the tonic system of versification, Mayakovsky, as usual, emphasizes rhythm and word stress. He highlights those words that, in his opinion, in the best possible way express thoughts and allow the poet to express the rebellious moods and vivid emotions that overwhelm the poet.

In addition to the neologisms characteristic of his poetic word, Vladimir Vladimirovich also uses familiar artistic tropes, making them bright and harsh. So, the work uses:

Epithets - “an old but formidable weapon”, “poems stand leaden-heavy”, “yawning titles”.

– “a swarm of questions”, “tuberculosis spitting out”, “the throat of one’s own song”, “a line front”.

Comparisons - “poetry is a capricious woman”, “we opened Marx every volume as we open the shutters in our own house.”

Thanks to them, the poem seems to be carved into eternal granite, preserving the memory of Mayakovsky the poet.

Yakovlev G.N.

Interest in this topic is inexhaustible.

Mayakovsky is considered to be primarily a poet-tribune. But he did not refuse to write about love, and he could not help but write about it, but this topic occupies a more modest place in his revolutionary poetry than that of other poets. He explained the reason himself:

I will write
and about that
and about this,
but now
not the time
love affairs
I
all my
the sonorous power of the poet
I give it to you
attacking class.

But Mayakovsky did not forget about this. For him, love was never something secondary, unimportant in life. “Love is the heart of everything,” the poet wrote. “If it stops working, everything else dies off, becomes superfluous, unnecessary.” We can safely say about him that he carefully carried love throughout his life:

If
I
what did you write if
what
said it's because of that
eyes-heaven,
beloved
my
eyes.
("Fine!")

Of course, the work of post-October Mayakovsky differs from his work before the revolution: he was endowed with an exceptional sense of the era, the pulse of time. The radical change in the socio-political structure in Russia determined a different worldview for the poet and brought forward new moral and ethical problems for him. But there is something unshakable, imperishable in Mayakovsky’s love poems from different eras: openness, frankness, sometimes, I would say, loud intimacy (“Cloud in Pants”, etc.), deep and pure feeling, excluding any compromises or calculations , dictated by successful “prudence” (“Shameful prudence will never come to me,” he would write shortly before his death). But it is precisely on calculation that bourgeois-philistine “love” is based, bought by people who are ready to “exchange their beloved for money and fame.” In his pre-revolutionary works, Mayakovsky rejected such human relationships with disgust (“Cloud in Pants,” “Spine Flute,” “Man,” etc.) and spoke of a high and selfless feeling:

And for me
not a single joyful ringing,
except the ringing of your favorite name.

This poem “Lilichka! Instead of a letter" (1916), in which, even after almost seventy years, not a single word seems worn out or clichéd; each line is memorized strongly, freshly, and uniquely. In his poems from 1915-1916. - and a feeling of tragedy, loneliness, and readiness for self-immolation in the name of love:

And only my pain is sharper - I stand,
entwined in fire, on an unburnt fire of unimaginable love
("Human"),

and a sea of ​​tenderness:

line your departing step with the last tenderness.

(“Lilichka! Instead of a letter”)

“He was very kind... unusually soft, very affectionate... He was harsh only on the stage,” Lilya Yuryevna Brik recalled about the poet.

In the poem “I Love” (1922), cursing the corrupt “love” of bourgeois society, the poet glorifies liberated love, free from the power of money, but not from the concepts of honor, decency, nobility. Mayakovsky contrasts the theory of fleeting, “free love” (“a glass of water”), which became widespread in the 1920s, with true love:

Neither quarrels nor miles can wash away love.
Thought out
verified
verified.
Raising solemnly the line-fingered verse,
I swear -
I love
unchanged and true!

The poem “I Love” appeared during the NEP period, when a stream of low-grade, sugary, vulgar or decadently hysterical poems about love, designed for the bourgeois taste, poured into print. The sentimentally tearful and touchingly lisping titles of the collections spoke for themselves: “Sick Love”, “Blue Bedroom”, “Love Delirium”, etc. Mayakovsky was ironic about this:

In your apartment
small world
for bedrooms
grow
curly lyricists.
("I love")
So what: down with intimacy? Long live the drum? From now on and forever? No, of course not:
Diverse
our souls.
For battle - thunder,
for bed -
whisper.
And here we have
for love and for battle -
marches.
Please march
to my beloved
slap!
("Frontline of the Advanced")

But the Poet of the Revolution did not isolate himself in a narrow apartment world, he thought and felt on a grand scale. This is what distinguished him, a great poet and a real person, from some of his fellow writers.

Mayakovsky hated any contamination of poetry by philistine passions, outpourings of small souls who longed for an “elegant” life and love. The poets of his time, who were quite good but stumbled, also got it. Mayakovsky criticized Ivan Molchanov and other authors who were unable to discern the human essence behind the “blue-colored scarf” and were sliding into the same petty-bourgeois vulgarity. The poet, a connoisseur of true female beauty, has always been alien to the substitution of deep and beautiful feelings with animal passion or the principle of buying and selling. Let us remember his poem “Beauties” or “Letter to Tatyana Yakovleva”:

I don't like
Parisian love: any female
Decorate with silks, stretching, I’ll doze off,
having said -
tubo
dogs
brutal passion.

With all the journalistic broadcasting and oratorical power of Mayakovsky’s poetic voice, one is unusually attracted by the emphasized restraint, even shyness, of the titles of his poems “I Love”, “About This”. In his poems, the personal and intimate are inextricably intertwined with the public, expressing a dream of the future when true love will come to all people:

So that there is no love - the servant of marriages,
lust,
loaves
Cursed the beds
getting up from the couch so that love would flow throughout the universe.
(“About this”)

But if “love is the heart of everything,” then it is clear that it brings both suffering and happiness and causes a complex set of experiences. Bitter words about love, with a touch of self-irony, are scattered in various poems by Mayakovsky:

Here comes the boat of love, dear Vladim Vladimych

(“Jubilee”),
Have you seen
so that the person
with such a biography
would be single
and grew old unissued?!
("Parting"),
I've been waiting for love
I am 30 years old.
("Tamara and the Demon")

The humorous poem, permeated with the motif of melancholy and loneliness, also sounds sad - “Conversation at the Odessa raid of the landing ships “Soviet Dagestan” and “Red Abkhazia” (1926). The poet’s personal life did not develop the way he wanted...

A new great love came to Mayakovsky in recent years life. In Paris in 1928, he met Tatyana Yakovleva, who went there in 1925 to visit her artist uncle. She was, apparently, a smart and beautiful girl (in poetry Mayakovsky calls her a beauty). Obviously, the love was mutual. In letters to her mother in Russia, Tatyana talked about the poet and her relationship with him: “He treated me amazingly... He called from Berlin, and it was a continuous cry. I receive telegrams every day and flowers every week. He ordered that roses be sent to me every Sunday morning before his arrival. Everything is filled with flowers. It's very cute and, most importantly, it looks like him. It was very hard for me when he left. This is the most talented person I have met”; “Endless kindness and caring... There are no people of his caliber here. In his relations with women (and with me in particular) he is an absolute gentleman”; “The people I meet are mostly “secular”, without any desire to move their brains or with some kind of flies-laden thoughts and feelings. Mayakovsky spurred me on, forced me (I was terribly afraid of seeming stupid next to him) to improve mentally, and most importantly, to sharply remember Russia... I almost returned. He is so colossal both physically and mentally that after him there is literally a desert.”

There is a beautiful legend about the Georgian artist Pirosmanishvili, who showered his beloved with roses, a legend that served as the basis for the famous poem by A. Voznesensky, which became a popular song. But that's a legend. Before us is a beautiful true story, revealing the tender, loving, beautiful, vulnerable soul of the poet, whom many imagine as nothing more than a block of stone, an impenetrable monolith, as an incorrigibly rude and harsh person. For many months, Tatyana Yakovleva received baskets of flowers from the Parisian rose garden from Mayakovsky, who had left for the USSR. They prepared cute poetic notes that were placed in bouquets and baskets, for example:

We send these roses to you so that life seems in a rosy light. The roses will fade... and then we will throw the chrysanthemums at our feet.

Mayakovsky addressed a poetic letter to her, Tatyana, which was clearly not intended for publication and was not published for a long time. All the more valuable for us is that in this intimate message the poet has not changed himself in anything: he is pure, honest and noble as loving man and as a citizen of his great Motherland.

Is it in the kiss of hands,
lips,
in body trembling
those close to me
red
color
my republics
Same
must
blaze.

This is the beginning of a poem that inextricably combines pain for a country tormented by difficulties, and devotion to it, and an address full of human dignity and undisguised tenderness to the woman he loves (“Come here, go to the crossroads of my big and clumsy hands”, “I still love you”) Someday I’ll take it - alone or together with Paris”).

Another poem, also associated with the name of Tatyana Yakovleva, became a textbook - “Letter to Comrade Kostrov from Paris about the essence of love.” The work is both serious and playful, and this duality, as noted by researchers, is felt already in the title: the proximity of the words “Paris” and “love” traditionally evokes the idea of ​​easy infatuation, and at the same time, a discussion “about the essence of love” is something like a serious philosophical treatise. But in a half-joking form, Mayakovsky also expressed his cherished thoughts in it. He always believed that true (and even more so mutual) love should inspire a person and cause an upsurge of creative forces. In one of his letters, the poet stated: “Love is life, this is the main thing. Poems, deeds, and everything else unfold from it.” This is what is said in the bright, cheerful, life-affirming poem. D. Ustyuzhanin’s article “Community is Love” is devoted to a detailed analysis of “Letters to Comrade Kostrov...”. And as always, Mayakovsky is proud of his country, where he is famous as a poet. The lyrical poem, replete with vivid comparisons and unique poetic imagery, first of all tells about the depth and power of “simple human” love:

Don't catch
me
on rubbish
on the passerby
a couple of feelings.
I'm
forever
wounded by love -
I can barely drag myself.

Based on the works reviewed, it is not difficult to conclude that it is impossible to separate Mayakovsky’s love lyrics from his civil, political lyrics. The integrity of Mayakovsky’s nature and the certainty of his life position determined the indissolubility of the personal and the social in his work.

In conclusion, I would like to turn to the words of D.I. Pisareva: “...Think about it, what are lyrics? After all, this is just a public confession of a person? Wonderful. But why do we need the public confession of such a person, who absolutely cannot attract our attention to himself with anything other than his desire to confess?.. Lyrics are the highest and most difficult manifestation of art. Only first-class geniuses have the right to be lyricists, because only a colossal personality can bring benefit to society by drawing its attention to his own private and mental life».

There is no doubt that Mayakovsky was a colossal personality. But he believed that the time for love poems had not yet come, but this era would certainly come. One can only regret that Vladimir Mayakovsky did not live to see another time. But what he managed to write about love is of great moral and artistic value.

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