Treating horses well – Vladimir Mayakovsky

Beat the hooves,
They sang like:
- Mushroom.
Rob.
Coffin.
Rough.-
The wind of experience,
shod with ice
the street slid.
Horse on croup
crashed,
and immediately
for the onlooker of the onlooker,
pants that Kuznetsky came to flare,
huddled together,
laughter rang out and clanged:
- The horse fell!
- The horse fell! —
Kuznetsky laughed.
I'm the only one
his voice did not interfere with his howl.
approached
and see
horse eyes ...

The street capsized,
flows in its own way ...

I came up and see -
Behind the chapel of the chapel
rolling in the face,
hiding in wool ...

And some kind of common
animal longing
splash poured out of me
and spread out in a rustle.
"Horse, do not.
Horse, listen -
what do you think, that you are worse than these?
Baby,
we are all a bit of a horse,
each of us has his own horse ".
May be,
- old -
and did not need a nanny,
may be, and my thought seemed to her,
only
horse
rushed,
got to her feet,
rzhanula
and went.
Waving her tail.
Ginger child.
Cheerful came,
stood in the stall.
And everything seemed to her -
she is a foal,
and it was worth living,
and it was worth working.

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