An Extraordinary Adventure Which At the sun I yelled:

Befell Vladimir Mayakovksy In A

You shiftless lump!

Summer Cottage

Youre caressed by the clouds,

By Vladimir Mayakovsky

while herewinter and summer

I must sit and draw these posters!

A hundred and forty suns in one sunset I yelled at the sun again:
blazed,

Wait now!

and summer rolled into July;

Listen, goldbrow,

it was so hot,

instead of going down,

the heat swam in a haze

why not come down to tea

and this was in the country.

with me!

Pushkino, a hillock, had for hump

What have I done!

Akula, a large hill,

Im finished!

and at the hills foot

Toward me, of his own good will,

a village stood

himself,

crooked with the crust of roofs.

spreading his beaming steps,

Beyond the village

the sun strode across the field.

gaped a hole

I tried to hide my fear,

and into that hole, most likely,

and beat it backwards.

the sun sank down each time,

His eyes were in the garden now.

faithfully and slowly.

Then he passed through the garden.

And next morning,

His suns mass pressing

to flood the world

through the windows,

anew,

doors,

the sun would rise all scarlet.

and crannies;

Day after day

in he rolled;

this very thing

drawing a breath,

began

he spoke deep bass:

to rouse in me

For the first time since creation,

great anger.

I drive the fires back.

And flying into such a rage one day

You called me?

that all things paled with fear,

Give me tea, poet,

I yelled at the sun point-blank:

spread out, spread out the jam!

Get down!

Tears gathered in my eyes

Stop crawling into that hellhole!

the heat was maddening,

but pointing to the samovar

and very soon,

I said to him:

openly displaying friendship,

Well, sit down then,

I slapped him on the back.

luminary!

The sun responded!

The devil had prompted my insolence

You and I,

to shout at him,

my comrade, are quite a pair!

confused

Lets go, my poet,

I sat on the edge of a bench;

lets dawn

I was afraid of worse!

and sing

But, from the sun, a strange radiance

in a gray tattered world.

streamed,

I shall pour forth my sun,

and forgetting

and youyour own,

all formalities,

in verse.

I sat chatting

A wall of shadows,

with the luminary more freely.

a jail of nights

Of this

fell under the double-barreled suns.

and that I talked,

A commotion of verse and light

and of how I was swallowed up by

shine all your worth!

Rosta,

Drowsy and dull,

but the sun, he says:

one tired,

All right,

wanting to stretch out

dont worry,

for the night.

look at things more simply!

SuddenlyI

And do you think

shone in all my might,

I find it easy

and morning ran its round.

to shine?

Always to shine,

Just try it, if you will!

to shine everywhere,

You move along,

to the very deeps of the last days,

since move you must;

to shine

you moveand shine your eyes out!

and to hell with everything else!

We gossiped thus till dark

That is my motto

Till former night, I mean.

and the suns!

For what darkness was there here?

We warmed up
to each other