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My words are dry leaves. "Lilichka!": The Story of the Most Passionate Poem by Vladimir Mayakovsky

The smoke escaped the tobacco air.
Room -
chapter in kruchenykhovsky hell.
Remember -
outside this window
first
I stroked your hands, frenzied.
Today you sit here
heart in iron.
Another day -
expel
maybe by scolding.
It won't fit in a muddy hall for a long time
a trembling broken arm in a sleeve.
I'll run out
I will throw the body into the street.
Wild,
go crazy
excised by despair.
Don't need it
expensive,
good,
let us say goodbye now.
Does not matter
my love -
a heavy weight -
hanging on you
wherever she ran b.
Let me scream in the last cry
bitterness of offended complaints.
If the bull is killed by labor -
he will leave,
will lay down in cold waters.
Besides your love
to me
no sea
but your love cannot even beg for rest with crying.
A tired elephant wants to rest -
the regal one will lie in the burnt sand.
Besides your love
to me
no sun
and I don’t know where you are and with whom.
If I tortured the poet like that,
he
I would exchange my beloved for money,
and me
none is joyful ringing,
except for the ringing of your favorite name.
And I won't throw myself into flight
and I will not drink poison,
and I cannot press the trigger over my temple.
Above me
except for your look
the blade of any knife has no power.
You will forget tomorrow
that he crowned you
that he burned out the soul blooming with love,
and hectic days a swept carnival
will ruffle the pages of my books ...
Are my words dry leaves
make you stop
breathing greedily?

Give at least
cover with the last tenderness
your outgoing step.

Analysis of the poem "Lilichka!" Mayakovsky

V. Mayakovsky is a separate, completely different figure among Russian poets. All his work was vulgarly original and extremely sincere. Carried away by the fashionable movement of the futurists, the poet fully accepted its laws and rules for creating and constructing poems. Moreover, he boldly broke not only standard stereotypes, but also the framework of futurism itself. Nevertheless, Mayakovsky differed sharply from the majority of incompetent representatives of the avant-garde. His poems shocked his contemporaries, but with deep analysis they revealed to the readers the poet's real inner world, his vulnerability and sensitivity.

There were many women in Mayakovsky's life, but only one he truly loved. Lilya Brik became his constant muse, he dedicated his lyric poems to her. The woman was a supporter of free love. Mayakovsky also adhered to "advanced" views. But in this case, human nature did not stand the test of passion. The poet fell in love hopelessly, which cannot be said about Leela. Mayakovsky suffered unbearably from jealousy, staged loud scenes. In 1916 he wrote the poem "Lilichka!" It is noteworthy that the woman at this time was in the same room with him.

The work is a passionate appeal of the lyrical hero to his beloved. Its distinctive feature is the description of a strong love feeling using harsh language. This immediately puts a huge contrast in the content. At all times, poets and writers have portrayed love through bright, joyful images. Even jealousy and melancholy were significantly mitigated by special means of expression. Mayakovsky chops off his shoulder: "heart in iron", "my love is a heavy weight", "vomit bitterness." A few positive epithets and phrases ("blooming soul", "last tenderness") seem to be an exception to the rule.

All the canons of futurism are evident: the construction of verse with a "ladder", torn and inaccurate rhyme, an infinite number of neologisms ("twisted", "fired") and deliberately distorted words ("maddened", "excised"). Mayakovsky uses the most incredible word constructions: "a broken arm with a trembling", "I will throw my body into the street." The lyrical hero compares himself to both a bull and an elephant. To enhance the effect, the author introduces a detailed description of the methods of suicide, after which he admits that this is not an option, since death will forever deprive him of the opportunity to at least see his beloved. In general, the work has the maximum possible emotional intensity. Interestingly, with such frenzy, Mayakovsky never uses an exclamation mark (except for the name itself).

The poem "Lilichka!" - an example of love lyrics not only by Mayakovsky, but also by all Russian futurism.

Lilichka!

Instead of writing

The smoke escaped the tobacco air.
Room -
chapter in kruchenykhovsky hell.
Remember -
outside this window
first

Today you sit here

heart in iron.
Another day -
expel
maybe scolding.


I'll run out
i will throw the body into the street.
Wild,
go crazy
excised by despair.
Don't need it
expensive,
good,
let us say goodbye now.
Does not matter
my love -
a heavy weight -
hanging on you
wherever she ran b.

bitterness of offended complaints.
If the bull is killed by labor -
he will leave
will lay down in cold waters.
Besides your love
to me
no sea

A tired elephant wants to rest -

Besides your love
to me
no sun

If I tortured the poet like that,
he

and me
none is joyful ringing,

And I will not throw myself into flight
and I will not drink poison,

Above me
except for your look

You will forget tomorrow
that he crowned you

and some days a swept carnival

Are my words dry leaves
make you stop
breathing greedily?
Give at least

your outgoing step.


The above poem is rap Vladimir Mayakovsky known to many, especially after it was transcribed to the music of rock bands "Pesnyary" and "Spleen", however, I want to talk about it again.

Poem-letter-despair poet (the lyrical hero is himself Mayakovsky) - insane in nature, it can even be argued of a suicidal nature, although it says that the desperate poet and will not commit suicide (in the end, he did commit suicide in life).

Madness - how passion, when apart from the object of “love” you see nothing in life. This is common, and suicides on this basis are not uncommon, when it seems that you can no longer live without a "loved" person.

Feeling shown poet tragic it unrequited "love", this is torment and experience, this is something hellish ("The chapter in kruchenykhov's hell"), dependent, material (look, ringing of a voice, hands, etc.)

But let's look through line by line ...

The smoke escaped the tobacco air.
Room -
chapter in kruchenykhovsky hell.
Remember -
outside this window
first
i stroked your hands, frenzied.


They ( poet and "beloved" poet) smoke in the room, smoke a lot, the room resembles hell ("a chapter in kruchenykh's hell" ... - I mean the poem A. Kruchenykh and V. Khlebnikova"Game in Hell"). They don't talk, they talk all the time, they turn to their beloved Lilichkapoet, but there is no answer during the whole conversation, the verse between them.

Poet tortures himself, saying to her: Do you remember how I first stroked your hands, frenzied, outside this window? Frenzy is demonic, possessed ...

Today you sit here
heart in iron.
Another day -
expel
maybe scolding.
It won't fit in a muddy hall for a long time
a trembling broken arm in a sleeve.


Psycho poet she screams about her torment, and she sits, heart in iron (dead, indifferent to his cries), and after a while, he feels that she will expel him completely (she will get tired of it completely). He will find himself in a dull hallway, with trembling hands ... broken by shivers of cold, which he tries to shove into his sleeves to keep warm ...

I'll run out
i will throw the body into the street.
Wild,
go crazy
excised by despair.
Don't need it
expensive,
good,
let us say goodbye now.

He will run out, and it is clear that this has happened many times - such madness, he anticipates the continuation of the seizure. Wild, insane, despairing (like a knife or razor) will be on the street. But he wants to say goodbye right now, to close this "topic", not to drag out the torment, to forget about it.

Does not matter
my love -
a heavy weight -
hanging on you
wherever she ran b.
Let me scream in the last cry
bitterness of offended complaints.


"Love" poet - a heavy weight for her, Lilichki, but he is still offended, he cries right in front of her eyes, or rather roars like a child who is being robbed of a toy.

If the bull is toil will kill -
he will leave
will lay down in cold waters.
Besides your love
to me
no seas,
but your love cannot even beg for rest with crying.


Farther poet compares himself to bullwho toils to death, he wants relax in cold waters. Here is "love" Lilichki Is cold for a madman sea water, but in it he can't even cry (!!!) recreation... And he doesn't need anything else good.

The tired one wants to rest elephant -
the regal one will lie in the burnt sand.
Besides your love
to me
nosun ,
and I don’t know where you are and with whom.


Co elephant - the same story. Again he is tired, wants to rest in the sand (by the way, "fired", burnt out), but "love" poet, Lilichka, - and there is the sun (recreation, happiness, the meaning of life), and at the same time he does not know where she is and with whom he is hanging around. Wants sun in the sky, but it is not, it disappeared behind the clouds.

Interesting Mayakovsky speaks of himself as a bull, a royal elephant ... something big, but an animal ( poet lives animals feelings). Bolshoi Mayakovsky with a speaking surname !!!

Rhymes "Kill - the seas" bear the opposition: how death and life (rest) like lilichka sea is deadly for Mayakovsky... With rhymes "Elephant - the sun" such a similar situation: the elephant wants life, rest through the sun Lilichka, which is actually lifeless, has gone behind the clouds, is absent.

If I tortured the poet like that,
he
i would exchange my beloved for money,
and me
none is joyful ringing,
except for the ringing of your favorite name.


Poet so exhausted that he does not even need money, because they no longer ring for him, as the name of "beloved" rings - Lilichka!

And I will not throw myself into flight
and I will not drink poison,
and I cannot press the trigger over my temple.
Above me
except for your look
the blade of any knife has no power.


Poet says that he will not commit suicide, that weapon not dominant over him, but dominant sight Lilichki, and she throws him, drives him away, they part, it means all the same, according to the logic of the poet, death awaits through suicide... Tricky aboutsomething like madness.

You will forget tomorrow
that he crowned you
that he burned out the soul blooming with love,
and hectic days a swept carnival
will ruffle the pages of my books ...


He is bitter that, despite his suicide, she will still forget him, the fool who cheated her queen, and burned his soul to the ground with "love". Days (time) will ruffle, scatter leaves-pages of his poems. He feels sorry for himself. Self-loving state.

Are my words dry leaves
make you stop
breathing greedily?
Give at least
cover with the last tenderness
your outgoing step.


They are in the room, he tells her everything, he says ... but his words for her are like dry leaves ... she will leave and will not stop, even though he greedy and breathing (greedy for her, does not want to lose her as an object for pleasure). But he is also a romantic romantic poet: he tenderly asks Lilichka line her outgoing step. I remember Jesus Christ, riding on a donkey into Jerusalem, he too was lined with a step.

But she will leave anyway Lilichka, his personal personal Dzhyzhas.

P.S. Vladimir Mayakovsky and Lilya Brik painfully met with 1915 by 1930 a year before the death of the poet, who, according to official figures, shot himself.

"Lilichka!" Vladimir Mayakovsky

Instead of writing

The smoke escaped the tobacco air.
Room -
chapter in kruchenykhovsky hell.
Remember -
outside this window
first
I stroked your hands, frenzied.
Today you sit here
heart in iron.
Another day -
expel
maybe by scolding.
It won't fit in a muddy hall for a long time
a trembling broken arm in a sleeve.
I'll run out
I will throw the body into the street.
Wild,
go crazy
excised by despair.
Don't need it
expensive,
good,
let us say goodbye now.
Does not matter
my love -
a heavy weight -
hanging on you
wherever she ran b.
Let me scream in the last cry
bitterness of offended complaints.
If the bull is killed by labor -
he will leave,
will lay down in cold waters.
Besides your love
to me
no sea
but your love cannot even beg for rest with crying.
A tired elephant wants to rest -
the regal one will lie in the burnt sand.
Besides your love
to me
no sun
and I don’t know where you are and with whom.
If I tortured the poet like that,
he
I would exchange my beloved for money,
and me
none is joyful ringing,
except for the ringing of your favorite name.
And I won't throw myself into flight
and I will not drink poison,
and I cannot press the trigger over my temple.
Above me
except for your look
the blade of any knife has no power.
You will forget tomorrow
that he crowned you
that he burned out the soul blooming with love,
and hectic days a swept carnival
will ruffle the pages of my books ...
Are my words dry leaves
make you stop
breathing greedily?

Give at least
cover with the last tenderness
your outgoing step.

Analysis of Mayakovsky's poem "Lilichka!"

The poet Vladimir Mayakovsky has gone through many tumultuous novels in his life, changing women like gloves. However, Lilya Brik, a representative of Moscow bohemia, who is fond of sculpture, painting, literature and foreign translations, remained his true muse for many years.

Mayakovsky's relationship with Lilya Brik was rather complicated and uneven. The poet's chosen one preferred free love, believing that marriage kills feelings. Nevertheless, literally from the first days of her acquaintance, she became an ideal woman for the poet, to whom he dedicated his poem on the very first evening. Subsequently, there were a great many such dedications, but the most striking of them is considered to be the letter-poem "Lilichka!", Created in 1916. It is noteworthy that it was written at a time when the poet's muse was in the same room with him.... However, Mayakovsky chose not to express his thoughts and feelings out loud, betraying them on paper.

The poem begins with a description of a smoky room, which became a short-term haven for Mayakovsky. Lilya Brik filmed her with her brother, and the poet often lived with them for a long time. Friends of Mayakovsky even jokingly called such a relationship "love three together." Indeed, the author of the romantic and bitter poem "Lilichka!" was madly in love with his muse. And although at first she reciprocated him, over time, the poet's ardent passion turned into a burden for her. Realizing this, Mayakovsky, who subtly sensed the change in the mood of his beloved, in his address-letter asks that she not kick him out just because he is in a bad mood - "a heart in iron." Apparently, a similar scene was repeated more than once, so Mayakovsky knows exactly how events will develop... “I’ll run out, I’ll throw my body into the street, wild, I’ll be distraught, despairing,” - the poet experienced such feelings more than once. To avoid a humiliating scene, Mayakovsky turns to Lilya Brik with the words: "Let us say goodbye now." He does not want to torment his beloved anymore, and is unable to bear her ridicule, coldness and indifference. The only desire of the poet at this moment is "in the last cry to bellow the bitterness of offended complaints."

With inherent imagery, playing on every word, Mayakovsky is trying to prove his love to Lilya Brik, claiming that this feeling is complete and complete. But there is even more jealousy in the author's soul, which makes him suffer every minute and at the same time hate himself. “Besides your love, I have no sun, and I don’t know where you are and with whom,” the poet says.

Reasoning over the current situation, Mayakovsky in his poem tries on various methods of suicide, but realizes that his feelings are much higher and stronger than voluntary departure from life. After all, then he will forever lose his muse, for the sake of which he “burned out a soul blooming with love”. But at the same time, the poet is also clearly aware that next to his chosen one he can never be truly happy. And Lilya Brik is not ready to belong entirely to him alone, she is not created for a boring and routine family life. Of course, Mayakovsky still hopes in his heart that perhaps this touching and sensual poem-letter will help change everything. However, intellectually he understands that he has no chance of reciprocity, so his last request is to "cover your leaving step with the last tenderness."

The poem "Lilichka!" was written about a year after Brik and Mayakovsky met. However, their strange and sometimes even absurd relationship lasted until the poet's death. The author of this work fell in love and parted with women, after which he again returned to Lilya Brik, unable to forget the one who became the main character of his lyrical works.


An uncompromising fighter for communist ideals, a tribune of the revolution - this is how Vladimir Mayakovsky is seen in the minds of many modern readers. And there are good reasons for this - in the creative heritage of the poet, a significant share is occupied by patriotic works that combine harsh criticism of enemies and overt pretentiousness. Against this background, the lyrical masterpiece Lilichka! Instead of writing. " Like no other work by Mayakovsky, it exposes his genuine, vulnerable, loving soul.

Echoes of Furious Love


The creation of the poem was preceded by a meeting of Vladimir Mayakovsky with a woman who became his lyrical muse and the main love of his life. In the hot summer of 1915, Mayakovsky's bride Elsa brought him to visit her sister Lily, who was married to Osip Brik. Lily did not differ in beauty - some contemporaries even saw in her a monster. However, she had a hypnotic, almost mystical effect on men. Today psychologists explain this feature of Brick by her hypersexuality.

Photos serve as an indirect confirmation - without hesitation, she posed naked in front of the lens. The fate of the victim of the femme fatale did not bypass Mayakovsky. He falls in love with Lily at first sight and can no longer leave her. In the fall, he moves to a new place of residence - closer to Brik's apartment and introduces the married couple to his literary friends.


A semblance of a salon, where the creative "cream of society" is gathered, appears, and Mayakovsky gets the much-desired opportunity to regularly see Lily. The presence of a spouse does not interfere with the development of a whirlwind romance. To imagine what torments Mayakovsky endured while in this still classical love triangle, one can jump ahead and draw parallels with the subsequent period of the “life of three”.


In 1918, Mayakovsky could not stand the intensity of feelings and turned to Lily and Osip with a request to accept him into his family. Contemptuous of all moral norms, the married couple agreed. Subsequently, Lily convinced those around her that she lived with her legal spouse under one roof only out of pity for him, and was devoted to Mayakovsky in body and soul. However, this was not the case.


From Lily's memoirs it follows that she made love with her lawful spouse, and Volodya was locked in the kitchen for this time. Screaming, crying and scraping the door, he tried to break through to them ...


Lily, on the other hand, saw nothing wrong with Mayakovsky's love sufferings and believed that it was after such shocks that genius works were born. Probably, something similar happened in May 1916, when in the poem "Lilichka!" Mayakovsky threw out the whole storm of his emotions. And at the time of the creation of the masterpiece, the lovers were in the same room.

Beyond the rules


Having exhausted his oral convictions in the sincerity of his feelings, Mayakovsky turns to his beloved in a poetic form. If adherents of romanticism even depict unhappy love with the help of light images, then the avant-garde artist Mayakovsky uses completely different techniques. Despite the tender name, in the poem itself the poet expresses his feelings in rough, contrasting epithets.

His words rumble like rocks and clang like iron. He compares his feelings to a heavy weight, feels that his heart is chained in iron. Love for him is a bitterness that can only be "vomited". Some refined epithets that speak of a blossoming soul and tenderness only emphasize the rudeness of other phrases.


Like most of Mayakovsky's works, "Lilichka!" written according to the canons of futurism, the main of which is the rejection of all the usual canons. And it seems symbolic.


Neglecting the traditions of marital relations, choosing free love, Mayakovsky uses equally free and unconventional tools to reflect his feelings. Their dissimilarity, originality, uniqueness is emphasized by a multitude of distorted words and neologisms: fired, twisted, excised, distraught ...


Already during the creation of the poem, Mayakovsky sees a way out of the tangled love triangle in his suicide. But he immediately refuses death, which will not allow him even to just see his beloved woman. By its emotional intensity "Lilichka!" knows no equal. At the same time, the genius manages to express the utmost passion, using the exclamation mark only once - in the title.

The path to the reader


The first publication of the poem took place in 1934 - only 4 years after the death of the author. Lily Brick's non-trivial behavior was the reason for subsequent censorship bans, which lasted until the end of the Soviet era. Only in 1984, in Chelyabinsk, another collection was published, including the poem "Lilichka!"


The lyrical masterpiece also inspired composers - the music for it was written by Vladimir Mulyavin and Alexander Vasiliev. Combining immense longing and outright despair, touching tenderness and sentimentality, Mayakovsky's frank confessions allow today, almost tactilely, on a physical level, to feel how strong and tragic his love was.

BONUS


Few people know about Mayakovsky's Parisian muse Tatyana Yakovleva and about that.

Lilichka!
Instead of writing

The smoke escaped the tobacco air.
Room -
chapter in kruchenykhovsky hell.
Remember -
outside this window
first
i stroked your hands, frenzied.
Today you sit here
heart in iron.
Another day -
expel
maybe by scolding.
It won't fit in a muddy hall for a long time
a trembling broken arm in a sleeve.
I'll run out
i will throw the body into the street.
Wild,
go crazy
excised by despair.
Don't need it
expensive,
good,
let us say goodbye now.
Does not matter
my love -
a heavy weight -
hanging on you
wherever she ran b.
Let me scream in the last cry
bitterness of offended complaints.
If the bull is killed by labor -
he will leave,
will lay down in cold waters.
Besides your love
to me
no sea
but your love cannot even beg for rest with crying.
A tired elephant wants to rest -
the regal one will lie in the burnt sand.
Besides your love
to me
no sun
and I don’t know where you are and with whom.
If I tortured the poet like that,
he
i would exchange my beloved for money,
and me
none is joyful ringing,
except for the ringing of your favorite name.
And I won't throw myself into flight
and I will not drink poison,
and I cannot press the trigger over my temple.
Above me
except for your look
the blade of any knife has no power.
You will forget tomorrow
that he crowned you
that he burned out the soul blooming with love,
and hectic days a swept carnival
will ruffle the pages of my books ...
Are my words dry leaves
make you stop
breathing greedily?

Give at least
cover with the last tenderness
your outgoing step.

















Splin - lighthouse lyrics

The smoke escaped the tobacco air. The room is a chapter in kruchenykhov's hell.
Remember - outside this window for the first time I stroked your hands frantically.
Today we sit here, heart in iron. Another day - you will expel, maybe, scolding.
In the muddy hallway, a hand, broken by trembling, will not fit into the sleeve for a long time.

I'll run out, I'll throw the body into the street. Wild, maddened, despairing.
Don't do this, dear, good, let's say goodbye now.
All the same, my love is a heavy weight, because it hangs on you, wherever it runs.
Let in the last cry cry out the bitterness of offended complaints.

If the bull is killed by labor, he will leave, lie down in cold waters.
Except for your love, I have no sea, and you can't beg for rest from your love.
If a tired elephant wants to rest, the regal one will lie down in the fiery sand.
Besides your love, I have no sun, and I don’t know where you are and with whom.

If she tortured the poet like that, he would exchange his beloved for money,
And I am not happy with any ringing, except for the ringing of your favorite name.
And I won't throw myself into the flight, and I won't drink poison, and I won't be able to pull the trigger over my temple.
Above me, except for your gaze, the blade of a single knife has no power.

Tomorrow you will forget that you were crowned, that you burned a blooming soul with love,
And the whirlwind carnival will ruffle the pages of my books ...
Will dry leaves make my words stop breathing greedily?
Let at least the last tenderness cover your leaving step.

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