You are the king: live alone. On the road to freedom
Go wherever your free mind takes you...

Mayakovsky was closer to understanding the poet as a person fulfilling the “social order” of the society in which he lives. It is impossible for such a poet to ignore, according to Pushkin’s advice, the crowd that “spits on the altar” where the creative fire of poetry burns.
However, not in character lyrical hero Mayakovsky blindly submit to the riots of the “bristling” crowd. In the fourth stanza, an unexpected resolution of the conflict occurs. In the image of the poet, under the touchingly defenseless features, the strength and rebellion of the “rude Hun” appears. The lyrical hero challenges the narrow-mindedness and complacent stupidity of the crowd, which hides under the guise of love for refined poetry. The public comes to see the poet’s “antics”, for them, experts and connoisseurs classical literature, he's just a clown. And this clown promises: “I will laugh and spit joyfully, / I will spit in your face / I am a spender and a spendthrift of priceless words.”
In the fourth stanza of the poem “Here!” five lines, not four, as in the three previous stanzas. The penultimate line “I’ll spit in your face” is the shortest, it stands out from the general rhythmic pattern of the stanza, and the main emphasis falls on it. The rhythm of the verse emphasizes that it is in this line that a possible solution to the conflict between the poet and the crowd is contained.
This ending makes me remember another work of Russian literature of the 19th century century - poem by M.Yu. “How often, surrounded by a motley crowd...”, where the lyrical hero is also ready to “throw in the face” of the crowd “an iron verse, drenched in bitterness and anger.” Like Mayakovsky, Lermontov’s lyrical hero feels infinitely lonely and misunderstood in the crowd. It’s as if he sees right through the guests at the ball, he is irritated by their unnaturalness and spiritual emptiness, for which he wants to punish them with “iron verse.”
Mayakovsky's hero is annoyed by the hypocrisy of his listeners. They come to listen to the poet not out of love for art - they remain deaf to poetry and “priceless words”, they are simply amused by his “antics.” The shocking behavior of the lyrical hero of the poem “Here!”, his spitting in the audience’s face is an attempt to “stir up” at least something human in them, to awaken indignation and shame in them. Shocking behavior was characteristic of futurists, adherents of futurism - literary and artistic direction the beginning of the 20th century, to which he himself belonged. A parallel can be drawn between the Futurists’ manifesto, entitled “A Slap in the Face of Public Taste,” and the spitting of the hero of the poem “Here!”
This behavior of the “rude Hun” expresses the poet’s freedom, his independence from the will of the crowd. The last line emphasizes that the poet does not lose anything from the break with the public, because all the countless riches of words remain with him. Repeating almost verbatim a line from the beginning of the poem, the last line expresses the idea that the poet spends the poetic wealth only for himself and at his own discretion, and not at all “throwing pearls before swine,” as it seemed after the first stanza.
The poet's loneliness, one of the main features of Mayakovsky's lyrical hero, is interpreted as freedom and creative independence and is associated with his self-affirmation. In the image of the poet, the hero of the poem “Here!”, the main features of the lyrical hero of Mayakovsky’s early work are revealed: in addition to loneliness, this includes the hero’s rebellious uncompromisingness, a contradictory combination of strength and defenselessness, causing rudeness and tenderness.
The poet, in the author’s understanding, appears to be a “spender and spendthrift” of priceless words. On the one hand, his squandering is a waste of his artistic talent to perform in front of those who are deaf to his poetic gift or are aggressive towards the poet’s work. On the other hand, the poet does not completely abandon serving the public - his “joyful” rebellion is planned only for “today.” The poet believes that at another time another audience will be able to perceive his poetry as a box filled with poetic treasures.

"He is more
than other people
the reality is all in the phenomenon. You-
injured and finished
there was substance in him
as much as
this is not enough for the pain
shinstva..."
B. Pasternak.
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky. The same V.V., about whom textbooks talk year after year, about whom critics write, who is read in a loud voice (or not read at all), and of course we, whose students are initially forced to read. Vladimir Vladimirovich, in a word. But I want to talk about another Mayakovsok, without V.V., from the word “Mayak”.
I associate Mayakovsky with the revolution and the Bolsheviks, with a bright, cutting light.
He was a very unusual person; being a poet for him was not a profession, but a calling. It seems to me that Mayakovsky is similar in appearance to his poems, or maybe these poems are similar to him? In his poems, he literally exploits his appearance. There is always a state of “enormousness” in them.
Of course, Mayakovsky was aware of his exclusivity and, believing its spontaneous correctness, went ahead. For me, Mayakovsky is the beginning. The beginning of a new poetic era, a new connection between art and life, this is a new hero. Probably, Mayakovsky, a poet, carries something of a “not a poet” in himself: he is a master of the workshop that “makes” poetry, and he is a fighter with a goal in front of him, which may be easier to pursue by other means, not by poetry.
Many of my classmates say that they do not understand Mayakovsky’s poems. In my opinion, they just don’t want to understand them. At first, I also couldn’t find the meaning of the poems, I didn’t understand them. But all it took was a deeper study of Mayakovsky’s biography and the situation in the country at that time - everything immediately fell into place.
I cannot say that Mayakovsky is my favorite poet. I’m just very interested in “understanding” the meaning of his poems. Get to their core. Mayakovsky uses very unusual turns of phrase in his poems, characteristic only of his poetry. Only Mayakovsky can write this:
I went to the hairdresser and said - calm
Please comb my ears.
Or this:
People are scared - out of my mouth
An unchewed scream moves its legs.
There are a great many such examples. Mayakovsky doesn’t have a single poem whose meaning you don’t need to think about.
I really liked the poem “Good!” She simply amazed me. The poem reflects the mood of the masses of people. I think that only a person with the greatest talent can create that atmosphere, those events. Not just to convey, but to convey in verse, satirically depicting the enemies of the revolution. In my opinion, this poem is written very inventively and plastically.
I think that Mayakovsky’s poems cannot leave anyone indifferent. You must either like them very much or dislike them very much. I like them for their originality and successful comparisons:
Every poet is a child of his time. Mayakovsky feels this, he is “sick” of his era. This is evident in all his works.
I think that Mayakovsky’s path - great and difficult - is not the only one in poetry, it is eternally renewed, like life itself. And he expressed the breakthrough of his time, the era of a grandiose, abrupt change. This is probably why Mayakovsky is important today. With this, I hope it will come into the future.

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My attitude towards Mayakovsky. Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky. The same V.V., about whom textbooks talk year after year, about whom critics write, who is read in a loud voice (or not read at all), and of course we, whose students are initially forced to read. Vladimir Vladimirovich, in a word. But I want to talk about another Mayakovsok, without V.V., from the word “Mayak”.

I associate Mayakovsky with the revolution and the Bolsheviks, with a bright, cutting light.
He was a very unusual person; being a poet for him was not a profession, but a calling. It seems to me that Mayakovsky is similar in appearance to his poems, or maybe these poems are similar to him? In his poems, he literally exploits his appearance. There is always a state of “enormousness” in them.
Of course, Mayakovsky was aware of his exclusivity and, believing its spontaneous correctness, went ahead. For me, Mayakovsky is the beginning. The beginning of a new poetic era, a new connection between art and life, this is a new hero. Probably, Mayakovsky, a poet, carries something of a “not a poet” in himself: he is a master of the workshop that “makes” poetry, and he is a fighter with a goal in front of him, which may be easier to pursue by other means, not by poetry.
Many of my classmates say that they do not understand Mayakovsky’s poems. In my opinion, they just don’t want to understand them. At first, I also couldn’t find the meaning of the poems, I didn’t understand them. But all it took was a deeper study of Mayakovsky’s biography and the situation in the country at that time - everything immediately fell into place.
I cannot say that Mayakovsky is my favorite poet. I’m just very interested in “understanding” the meaning of his poems. Get to their core. Mayakovsky uses very unusual turns of phrase in his poems, characteristic only of his poetry. Only Mayakovsky can write this:
I went to the hairdresser and said - calm
Please comb my ears.
Or this:
People are scared - out of my mouth
An unchewed scream moves its legs.
There are a great many such examples. Mayakovsky doesn’t have a single poem whose meaning you don’t need to think about.
I really liked the poem “Good!” She simply amazed me. The poem reflects the mood of the masses of people. I think that only a person with the greatest talent can create that atmosphere, those events. Not just to convey, but to convey in verse, satirically depicting the enemies of the revolution. In my opinion, this poem is written very inventively and plastically.
I think that Mayakovsky’s poems cannot leave anyone indifferent. You must either like them very much or dislike them very much. I like them for their originality and successful comparisons:
Every poet is a child of his time. Mayakovsky feels this, he is “sick” of his era. This is evident in all his works.
I think that Mayakovsky’s path - great and difficult - is not the only one in poetry, it is eternally renewed, like life itself. And he expressed the breakthrough of his time, the era of a grandiose, abrupt change. This is probably why Mayakovsky is important today.

Essay Mayakovsky V.V. - Miscellaneous

Topic: - Mayakovsky “Good attitude towards horses”

Mayakovsky " Good attitude to the horses"
It seems to me that there are not and cannot be people who are indifferent to poetry. When we read poems in which poets share their thoughts and feelings with us, talk about joy and sadness, delight and sorrow, we suffer, worry, dream and rejoice with them. I think that such a strong response feeling awakens in people when reading poems because it is the poetic word that embodies the deepest meaning, the greatest capacity, maximum expressiveness and extraordinary emotional coloring.
Also V.G. Belinsky noted that lyrical work can neither be retold nor explained. Reading poetry, we can only dissolve in the feelings and experiences of the author, enjoy the beauty of the poetic images he creates and listen with rapture to the unique musicality of beautiful poetic lines!
Thanks to the lyrics, we can understand, feel and recognize the personality of the poet himself, his spiritual mood, his worldview.
Here, for example, is Mayakovsky’s poem “A Good Treatment for Horses,” written in 1918. The works of this period are rebellious in nature: mocking and disdainful intonations are heard in them, the poet’s desire to be a “stranger” in a world alien to him is felt, but it seems to me that behind all this lies the vulnerable and lonely soul of a romantic and maximalist.
Passionate aspiration for the future, the dream of transforming the world is the main motive of all Mayakovsky’s poetry. Having first appeared in his early poems, changing and developing, it passes through all of his work. The poet is desperately trying to draw the attention of all people living on Earth to the problems that concern him, to awaken ordinary people who do not have high spiritual ideals. The poet calls on people to have compassion, empathy, and sympathy for those who are nearby. It is precisely indifference, inability and unwillingness to understand and regret that he exposes in the poem “A Good Treatment for Horses.”
In my opinion, no one can describe the ordinary phenomena of life as expressively as Mayakovsky in just a few words. Here, for example, is a street. The poet uses only six words, but what an expressive picture they paint:
Experienced by the wind,
shod with ice,
the street was slipping.
Reading these lines, in reality I see a winter, windswept street, an icy road along which a horse gallops, confidently clattering its hooves. Everything moves, everything lives, nothing is at rest.
And suddenly... the horse fell. It seems to me that everyone who is next to her should freeze for a moment, and then immediately rush to help. I want to shout: “People! Stop, because someone next to you is unhappy!” But no, the indifferent street continues to move, and only
behind the onlooker there is an onlooker,
Kuznetsky came to flare his pants,
huddled together
laughter rang and tinkled:
- The horse fell! -
- The horse fell!
Together with the poet, I am ashamed of these people who are indifferent to the grief of others; I understand his disdainful attitude towards them, which he expresses with his main weapon - in a word: their laughter “rings” unpleasantly, and the hum of their voices is like a “howl”. Mayakovsky opposes himself to this indifferent crowd; he does not want to be part of it:
Kuznetsky laughed.
There's only one me
did not interfere with his howl.
Came up
and I see
horse eyes...
Even if the poet ended his poem with this last line, he, in my opinion, would have already said a lot. His words are so expressive and weighty that anyone would see bewilderment, pain and fear in the “horse eyes”. I would have seen and helped, because it is impossible to pass by when a horse has
behind the chapels chapels
rolls down the face,
hiding in the fur...
Mayakovsky addresses the horse, comforting it as he would console a friend:
Horse, don't.
Horse, listen -
Why do you think that you are worse than them?
The poet affectionately calls her “baby” and speaks piercingly beautiful, filled philosophical meaning words:
we are all a little bit of a horse
Each of us is a horse in our own way.
And the animal, encouraged and believing in its own strength, gains a second wind:
horse
rushed
got to her feet,
neighed
and went.
At the end of the poem, Mayakovsky no longer denounces indifference and selfishness, he ends it life-affirmingly. The poet seems to be saying: “Don’t give in to difficulties, learn to overcome them, believe in your strength, and everything will be fine!” And it seems to me that the horse hears him:
She wagged her tail.
Red-haired child.
The cheerful one came,
stood in the stall.
And everything seemed to her -
she's a foal
and it was worth living,
and it was worth the work.
I was very moved by this poem. It seems to me that it cannot leave anyone indifferent! I think that everyone should read it thoughtfully, because if they do this, then there will be much fewer selfish, evil people on Earth who are indifferent to the misfortune of others!

How do I feel about Mayakovsky's poetry

Me, a sewer man and a water carrier...

V.V. Mayakovsky.

Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky once admitted that he belongs to those eccentrics who love poetry more than any other art, and experience the greatest joy when encountering some special turn, rhyme or pause. I don’t belong to the society of such eccentrics (if only because I really love music), but I also like good, light, melodic poetry.

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky was a great innovator in versification, although, as he himself wrote, he could not master his theory. And recently I found out that his literacy was “lame”. And yet, reading many of his works, you can’t help but be amazed at the talent of this man. He has a great flair for language, he masterfully knew how to create new, very expressive words: “bronze-heavy,” “lead-footed” and many others. How much catchphrases created by him has entered our language: “thousands of tons of verbal ore”, “the rough language of a poster”, “brought a textbook gloss”, etc.

I think that Mayakovsky will not completely leave our literature, will not be completely forgotten, as has already happened with many writers of the twenties and thirties. After all, Mayakovsky’s satire is still very relevant. Here, for example, is just one quote from his poem “Bribery Takers”:

attached

small fry,

by the scout...

Everyone is in place:

bride in trust,

godfather in Gum,

brother to the People's Commissariat...

He took it literally

"brotherhood of nations"

like the happiness of brothers,

and sisters.

Are there not enough people today who literally understand “democracy”, “market”, “cost accounting”?

But, reflecting on Mayakovsky’s place in our literature, in life, you involuntarily note that in many ways he was inferior as a poet to such masters (one way or another persecuted for a long time) as Yesenin, Akhmatova, Tsvetaeva, Pasternak and others. In one of his novels, Alexander Solzhenitsyn wrote that Mayakovsky’s poems are mostly unaesthetic, rude, and far from real art. One cannot but agree with this. In his very famous “textbook” poem, he writes: “And the rain is as thick as a tourniquet.” But the rain is just a little rain. And there are a great many such inaccuracies. Mayakovsky’s trouble is not even that he has turned, in the words of S. Yesenin, into a “headquarters painter” who sings about traffic jams in Mosselprom. The most important thing that deprives this poet today of the right to be among the leading ones is his political orientation, the fact that he devoted his work to the glorification of the system that brought nothing but misfortune to our people. In this sense, he is, indeed, a “sewage man and water carrier.” Vladimir Vladimirovich extols violence in every possible way and justifies any cruelty. But he could not know that a person is nothing, his rights can be neglected in every possible way. “One is nonsense, one is zero!” he exclaims.

From childhood we were taught that literature and art should serve only high goals, only good. And that's right. Therefore, the eternal reproach and shame will forever fall on Mayakovsky and many others who wrote “at the direction of the party”, the fact that they served an unkind, cruel system. But it is also wrong to completely write off this poet from literature. Let him take his real place.