An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha
(Pushkino. Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha, 27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway)

In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer rolled in July,
it was hot
heat floated -
it was at the cottage.
Gorbil Pushkino humpback
shark mountain,
and down the mountain
the village was
the roof was twisted with bark.
And beyond the village
hole,
and in that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
fill the world
the sun was rising.
And day by day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once angry,
that everything faded in fear,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
"Get down!
Enough to roam in hell!”
I called out to the sun
"A parasite!
you are covered in clouds,
and here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters!”
I called out to the sun
"Wait a minute!
listen, gold-nosed,
than so
to come in idle
to me
for tea!
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of good will
self,
spreading beam-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want to show no fear
and retreat backwards.
Already in the garden of his eyes.
Already passing through the garden.
in the windows,
at the door
entering the gap,
the mass of the sun fell,
tumbled;
translating the spirit
spoke in bass:
"I'm driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the tea
drive, poet, jam!
A tear from the eyes of the most -
the heat drove me crazy
but I to him
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil pulled my audacity
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it couldn't get worse!
But strange from the sun
flowed -
and degree
forgetting
I'm sitting talking
with a luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something stuck Rosta,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
just look at things!
And me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Come on, try it! —
And here you go -
started to go
you go - and you shine in both!
They chatted until dark -
before former night i.e.
What darkness is here?
No misters"
we are with him, completely getting used to it.
And soon
friendship is not melting
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me
us, comrade, two!
Let's go poet
look,
let's sing
the world in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses."
Wall of shadows
nights prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled gun.
Poems and light commotion
sit in anything!
That will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream.
Suddenly - I
all the light to be able -
and again the day is ringing.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the days of the last bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!

Analysis of the poem "An Extraordinary Adventure" by Mayakovsky

The poem "An Extraordinary Adventure ..." was written by Mayakovsky in 1920. It was based on the impressions of the poet's actual stay at Rumyantsev's dacha.

In the work in a fantastic form, Mayakovsky expresses his idealistic views. The revolution was presented to the author of the dawn of the new world. A member of a communist society must be subject to all nature. Communism proclaimed the unlimited powers and possibilities of man. Therefore, there is nothing surprising in the fact that the author can easily turn to the sun itself. This view also contains the denial of religion and all superstitions. In a patriarchal society, the sun was deified. Peasant in tsarist Russia treated him as a higher being, on which his life directly depended. Christianity put one God in this place, but the sun, as one of the creations of the Higher Power, was still inaccessible.

materialism gave scientific explanation existence of all cosmic bodies. This already significantly lowered the position of the sun. It seemed to be just one of an infinite number stars, and not the brightest. At the time of Mayakovsky, people already dreamed of flying into space, so the distance to the sun was “reduced”.

The poet is a man of a new society. He can handle any task or problem. Angry at the sun (!), he boldly invites him to visit him. Mayakovsky even reproaches the luminary. He is busy with work, and the sun carelessly walks across the sky every day. Despite self-confidence, the poet still experiences involuntary fear when he sees that the sun is really heading towards his house. But this fear gradually passes, because the guest also recognizes his equal in the poet. This is another life-affirming proposition of communism. There are no impossible tasks in the world. A person is stopped only by self-doubt. It is necessary to take up any business without hesitation, and this will invariably lead to success.

The poet and the sun have a calm, unhurried conversation. They share their problems. Lyrical hero understands that the sun also does a hard job. This brings them even closer. Under communism, the value of a person directly depends on his labor contribution. It is very characteristic that in the tide of friendly feelings the sun addresses the poet as “comrade”. In the finale, Mayakovsky compares his poems with the radiance of the sun and claims that their joint slogan is to shine always and everywhere.

Thus, Mayakovsky in the poem "An Extraordinary Adventure ..." sets out his utopian dream - the merging of human and natural forces in a single labor impulse, which will inevitably lead to a happy future.

Mayakovsky. . ... - Pushkino is a suburban area near Moscow (now the city of Pushkin), which Mayakovsky described in one of his most popular poems "An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir ...

EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE WITH VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN THE SUMMER IN THE COTTAGE

(Pushkino, Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)

In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer rolled in July,
it was hot
heat floated -
it was at the cottage.
Gorbil Pushkino humpback
shark mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain
the village was
10 the roofs were twisted with bark.
And beyond the village
hole,
and in that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
fill the world
the sun was rising.
20 And day by day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once angry,
that everything faded in fear,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
"Get down!
enough to go to hell!"
30 I called out to the sun:
"Parasite!
you are covered in clouds,
and here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters!"
I called out to the sun
"Wait a minute!
listen, gold-nosed,
than so
to come in idle
40 to me
for tea!"
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of good will
self,
spreading beam-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want to show no fear
50 and retreat backwards.
Already in the garden of his eyes.
Already passing through the garden.
in the windows,
at the door
entering the gap,
the mass of the sun fell,
tumbled;
translating the spirit
spoke in bass:
60 "I drive back I lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive tea
drive, poet, jam!
A tear from the eyes of the very -
the heat drove me crazy
but I told him
for a samovar:
"Well,
70 sit down, luminary!"
The devil pulled my audacity
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it couldn't get worse!
But strange from the sun
flowed -
and degree
forgetting
80 sitting talking
with the luminary gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something stuck Rosta,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
just look at things!
And me, do you think
90 shine
easily?
- Come on, try it! -
And here you go -
started to go
you go - and shine in both! "
They chatted until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is here?
No misters"
100 we are with him, completely getting used to it.
And soon
friendship is not melting
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me
us, comrade, two!
Let's go poet
look,
let's sing
110 in the world in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses."
Wall of shadows
nights prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled gun.
Poems and light commotion -
sit in anything!
That will get tired
120 and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream.
Suddenly - I
all the light to be able -
and again the day rings;
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the days of the last bottom,
shine -
130 and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!

read by Vasily Kachalov
Kachalov belonged to the actors - the builders of life. The honorary title "engineer of human souls" can be fully attributed to him.

Mayakovsky Vladimir Vladimirovich (1893 - 1930)
Russian Soviet poet. Born in Georgia, in the village of Baghdadi, in the family of a forester.
From 1902 he studied at the gymnasium in Kutaisi, then in Moscow, where after the death of his father he moved with his family. In 1908 he left the gymnasium, devoting himself to underground revolutionary work. At the age of fifteen he joined the RSDLP (b), carried out propaganda tasks. He was arrested three times, in 1909 he was imprisoned in Butyrskaya prison in solitary confinement. There he began to write poetry. From 1911 he studied at the Moscow School of Painting, Sculpture and Architecture. Having joined the Cubo-Futurists, in 1912 he published his first poem - "Night" - in the futuristic collection "A Slap in the Face of Public Taste".
The theme of the tragedy of human existence under capitalism permeates Mayakovsky's largest works of the pre-revolutionary years - the poems "A Cloud in Pants", "Flute-Spine", "War and Peace". Even then, Mayakovsky sought to create the poetry of "squares and streets", addressed to the broad masses. He believed in the nearness of the coming revolution.
Epos and lyrics, smashing satire and ROSTA propaganda posters - all this diversity of Mayakovsky's genres bears the stamp of his originality. In the lyric-epic poems "Vladimir Ilyich Lenin" and "Good!" the poet embodied the thoughts and feelings of a man of socialist society, the features of the era. Mayakovsky powerfully influenced the progressive poetry of the world - Johannes Becher and Louis Aragon, Nazim Hikmet and Pablo Neruda studied under him. In the later works "Klop" and "Banya" there is a powerful satire with elements of dystopia on Soviet reality.
In 1930 he committed suicide, unable to bear the internal conflict with the "bronze" Soviet age, in 1930, he was buried at the Novodevichy cemetery.

AN EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE FROM
VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN THE COTTAGE SUMMER

(Pushkino. Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)

In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer rolled in July,
it was hot
heat floated -
it was at the cottage.
Gorbil Pushkino humpback
shark mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain
the village was
the roof was twisted with bark.
And beyond the village
hole,
and in that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
fill the world
the sun was rising.
And day by day
terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so once angry,
that everything faded in fear,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
"Get down!
enough to go to hell!"
I called out to the sun
"Parasite!
you are covered in clouds,
and here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters!"
I called out to the sun
"Wait a minute!
listen, gold-nosed,
than so
to come in idle
to me
for tea!"
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of good will
self,
spreading beam-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want to show no fear
and retreat backwards.
Already in the garden of his eyes.
Already passing through the garden.
in the windows,
at the door
entering the gap,
the mass of the sun fell,
tumbled;
translating the spirit
spoke in bass:
"I'm driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the tea
drive, poet, jam!
A tear from the eyes of the very -
the heat drove me crazy
but I told him
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!"
The devil pulled my audacity
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it couldn't get worse!
But strange from the sun
flowed -
and degree
forgetting
I'm sitting talking
with a luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something stuck Rosta,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
just look at things!
And me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Come on, try it! -
And here you go -
started to go
you go - and shine in both! "
They chatted until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is here?
No misters"
we are with him, completely getting used to it.
And soon
friendship is not melting
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me
us, comrade, two!
Let's go poet
look,
let's sing
the world in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses."
Wall of shadows
nights prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled gun.
Poems and light commotion
sit in anything!
That will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream.
Suddenly - I
all the light to be able -
and again the day is ringing.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the days of the last bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!

edited text:
Russian Soviet poetry.
Ed. L.P. Krementsova.
Leningrad: Enlightenment, 1988.

Translation of the text of the song Vladimir Mayakovsky - In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned

EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE, FORMERLY WITH
VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY SUMMER AT THE DACHA

(Pushkino. Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev cottage,
27 miles on the Yaroslavl railway. Dor.)

One hundred forty suns sunset blazed
in July rolled out of the summer,
was the heat
heat swam-
in the country it was.
Pushkino, a hillock hump
Akulova mountain
and the bottom of the mountain
the village was,
curved roofs of bark.
And outside the village
hole
and in that hole, I guess
the sun was going down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
world pour
the sun was coming up Alo.
And day after day
terribly angry
me
here it is
.
And so once angry
in fear all faded,
in an emphasis I shouted to the sun:
"Come on!
rather than go to hell!"
I shouted to the sun:
"You piece of shit!
zanegin in the clouds you
and then - do not know neither ZIM nor years,
Sidi, paint posters!"
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait!
look, zlamalova,
so
without things to come,
to me
tea went!"
What have I done!
I died!
To me
in good faith
itself,
beam spreading-the steps
the sun walks in the field.
Fear not want to show
and retired backwards.
In the garden of his eye.
Already being a garden.
in windows,
in the door
going in the gap
fell the sun's mass,
burst;
the spirit is moving,
talking bass:
"I"m being driven back lights
for the first time since the creation.
Did you call me?
the teas of chase,
chase, the poet, jam!"
A tear from the eyes of the
heat crazy,
but I told him-
at the samovar:
"Well,
sit down, all right."
The devil pulled my audacity
yelling to him,
confused,
I sat on the bench corner
I "m afraid - didn't leave b worse!
But the strangest of the sun Yas
flowed-
and respectable
forgetting
sitting, talking
with the sun
gradually.
About
you tell,
what de's jammed Growth,
and the sun:
"OK,
don't cry,
look at things simply!
And to me, you think
shine
easy.
- Go on, try! -
And here you go
undertook to go,
go and Shine in both!"
So hang out till dark
the former night.
What is the darkness here?
You
we, quite accustomed.
and soon,
friendship bonded,
hit the shoulder I do.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
us, comrade, two!
Come on, poet,
vtrim,
spoem
the world is in the gray stuff.
I "ll be the sun to pour his own,
and you do yours
the verses".
wall of shadows,
night prison
under the sun a double-barreled shotgun fell.
Poetry and light mess
Shine in what they got!
Tired,
and wants night
lie down,
stupid sonica.
Suddenly I
all Sveta can-
and again trisonics day.
To shine always
to Shine everywhere,
tough to say
shine-
and no nails!
That's the slogan of my
and the sun!

the text read:
Russian Soviet poetry.
Ed. by L. P. krementsov.
Leningrad: Prosveshchenie, 1988.

The other day I watched a stunning sunset .... and I remembered something V. Mayakovsky ... "In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer was rolling in July, it was hot, the heat was floating - it was at the dacha. "Once I knew this long poem by heart, but here, I couldn’t really remember, of course I lit up .... I climbed to look, I found it and here it is - (right below the photo) .... Wow, I like Mayakovsky!!!

EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE WITH VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN THE SUMMER IN THE COTTAGE

(Pushkino, Akulova Gora, Rumyantsev's dacha, 27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway)

In a hundred and forty suns the sunset burned,
summer rolled in July,
it was hot
heat floated -
it was at the cottage.
Gorbil Pushkino humpback
shark mountain,
and down the mountain
the village was
the roof was twisted with bark.
And beyond the village
hole,
and in that hole, probably
the sun went down every time
slowly and surely.
And tomorrow
again
fill the world
the sun rose alo.
And day by day
terribly angry
me
this
became.

And so once angry,
that everything faded in fear,
point-blank I shouted to the sun:
"Get down!
Enough to roam in hell!”
I called out to the sun
"A parasite!
you are covered in clouds,
and here - do not know either winters or years,
sit down, draw posters!”
I called out to the sun
"Wait a minute!
listen, gold-nosed,
than so
to come in idle
to me
for tea!
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of good will
self,
spreading beam-steps,
the sun is walking in the field.
I want to show no fear
and retreat backwards.
Already in the garden of his eyes.
Already passing through the garden.
in the windows,
at the door
entering the gap,
the mass of the sun fell,
tumbled;
translating the spirit
spoke in bass:
"I'm driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive tea
drive, poet, jam!
A tear from the eyes of the most -

The heat drove me crazy
but I to him
for a samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil pulled my audacity
yell at him -
confused
I sat on the corner of the bench
I'm afraid it couldn't get worse!
But strange from the sun
flowed -
and degree
forgetting
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something stuck Rosta,
and the sun:
"Okay,
do not be sad,
just look at things!
And me, do you think
shine
easily?
- Come on, try it! —
And here you go -
started to go
you go - and you shine in both!
They chatted until dark -
until the former night that is.
What darkness is here?
No misters"
we are with him, completely getting used to it.
And soon
friendship is not melting
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me
us, comrade, two!

Let's go poet
look,
let's sing
the world in gray trash.
I will pour my sun
and you are yours
verses."
Wall of shadows
nights prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled gun.
Poems and light commotion -
sit in anything!
That will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dream.
Suddenly - I
all the light to be able -
and again the day is ringing.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the days of the last bottom,
shine -
and no nails!
Here is my slogan
and the sun!