Versailles – Vladimir Mayakovsky

By this
road,
hurrying to the palace,
countless Louis
shook
in silks
gilded caretz
teles
ten-poods.
And thighs
their
waving the rods,
on it,
Marseillaise sung,
spitting on the crown,
losing pants,
escaped
from Paris
Capet.
Now
on it
gay Paris
drives
auto scattering, —
cockroaches,
rentier, calculating profit,
americans
and I.
Versailles.
The first cry:
"Bitches lived well!»
Дворцы
for a thousand bedrooms and a hall -
and in each
and a table
and bed.
Of such
second
and you can't build -
at least a whole life
steal!
And behind the palace,
and here
and there,
let them live
It was
fresh,
ponds,
fountains,
and again ponds
with fountain
of copper toads.
Around,
in encouragement
gentile manners,
track
full of stats -
Apollo everywhere,
and these
Venus
armless, —
so whole lot.
So -
habitation
for their Pompadours -
Grand Trianon
and Small.
Right here
Pompadour
led under the shower,
right here
bedroom pompadour.
I look at life -
brother, how not new!
Beauty -
already exhausting the spirit!
As if
влип
in watercolor Benoit,
to some
rhymes Akhmatova.
I examined everything,
encouraged things.
Of all
beauty of this
to me
most
liked the crack
on the table
Antoinette.
In him
bayonet revolution
wedge
drove,
dancing to the chant,
when
sansculottes
dragged
on the scaffold
queen.
Look,
but still -
enviable videos!
Enviable gardens -
in roses!
Hurry
culture
the same make,
but in the new,
machine p_o_wave!
To museums
these ones
shacks b sweep!
Here would -
steel
and glass
workers' palace
millionth capacity, —
такой,
so that the eye hurts.
To everyone,
still having
coupons
and coins,
to all kings -
still available -
in edification:
from the guillotine of the sky,
Antoinette's head,
the sun
rolled
die on buildings.
Blurred
Or p
and chestnuts crowd,
slightly
leaves pile.
Transparent
evening
heavenly hood
closed
Museum Versailles.
[1925]

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