not without meaning, ignorant person may say, "Eka nevedal, beleberda, and more!"
But if to think, in this verse, everyone can find something of their own.This verse seems like nothing, and at the same time on each of our lives, or at least a certain period of life.Mayakovsky very skillfully and succinctly described a variety of feelings and emotions( immediacy, sadness, despair, lack of understanding, indifference), and this note is just a short verse.Still hoping for the best is saved!And this is important!
Good style, all the same Mayakovsky.And the aptly-chosen phrases( allegory).
I thought the violin in some remorse began to recognize, as well as beginning to denounce others.But as is well known: "The truth hurts", so someone is gone, and someone tried to stop her.And only our protagonist praised her rush and wanted to repent with her and protect her.It also has not been praised, but rather began to laugh at him.
Violin reminded me of a heroine of the film "Slave of Love".such as trembling and vulnerable, but very brave.I think many people remember her words: "Lord you beasts of the Lord!".Such people as Mayakovsky himself, rarely live to old age, in this corrupt system of things.Mayakovsky knew it and did not expect anything good from the future and wanted to at least by means of a musical instrument( and in his case it verses) speak the truth.
Though devoid of logical sense, but rarely Mayakovsky, causes include voobrazheniya.V there lies the irony, sadness, otchayane.Poetomu ordinary violin is a poet as emotsiy.V it he sees a kindred soul, lonely and not understood by anyone.
I think it's not about the tools, but about human society.And his indifference.
There are people that ask for attention or support or sympathy when something bad and get indifference.This translates into a tantrum.Complaints screams.And people react in different ways.Someone plug, someone does not understand, someone someone like begins to take an interest and sympathy, but throws and leaves.A lyrical hero of this uncomprehended violin realized and found in her a kindred spirit.
Perhaps this change events from real life Mayakovsky.When he saw the girl screaming and began stmpatizirovat.
Everyone is looking for themselves what is conformable to his soul - such thoughts arise when reading this creation.I love Mayakovsky, his rudeness forest caresses me the most tender words.Lovely style, clear, precise rhythm, a beautiful sense "real" word - it wanders in the head, if you think a little longer.