The Violin - A Little Bit Nervous [Vladimir Mayakovsky]

The violin got all worked up, imploring

then suddenly burst into sobs,

so child-like

that the drum couldn't stand it:

"All right, all right, all right!"

But then he got tired,

couldn't wait till the violin ended,

slipped out on the burning Kuznetsky

and took flight.

The orchestra looked on, chilly,

while the violin wept itself out

without reason

or rhyme,

and only somewhere,

a cymbal, silly,

kept clashing:

"What is it,what's all the racket about?"

And when the helicon,

brass-faced,

sweaty,

hollared:

"Crazy!

Crybaby!

Be still!"

I staggered,

on to my feet getting,

and lumbered over the horror-stuck music stands,

yelling,

"Good God"

why, I myself couldn't tell;

then dashed, my arms round the wooden neck to

fling:

"You know what, violin,

we're awfully alike;

I too

always yell,

but can't prove a thing!"

The musicains commented,

contemptuously smiling:"

Look at him-come to his wooden-bride-

tee-hee!"

But I don't care-

I'm a good guy-

"You know, what, violin,

let's live together,

eh?".

{ This one is the first Russian poem I might have ever read and obviously the first by Mayakovsky. I believe this poem has had influences over my style of writing [If I may reason so, humbly]. I first found this in the translation section of my village library, an old copy of translated russian magazines with withered pages. I copied it onto somewhere and it was with me for long.... It's pretty nostalgic for me and thus finds it's place here on my blog. -retarded}