В.В.  Маяковский

 

                                                         ВЛАДИМИР   ИЛЬИЧ  ЛЕНИН

                                                                  (выдержки из  поэмы)

 

                                                           Время - 

                                                                       начинаю

                                                                                       про Ленина рассказ,

                                                            Но не потому,

                                                                                         что горя

                                                                                                          нету  более,

                                                            время

                                                                              потому,

                                                                                                   что резкая тоска   

                                                            стала ясною

                                                                                              осознанною болью.

                                                             Время,

                                                                              снова

                                                                                            ленинские лозунги развихрь.                                                  

                                                              Нам ли

                                                                                 растекаться

                                                                                                         слезной лужею, -

                                                               Ленин

                                                                            и теперь

                                                                                                    живее всех живых.

                                                                Наше знанье –

                                                                                              сила

                                                                                                            и оружие.

                                                                     …………………………………………………..

 

                                                            Я боюсь,

                                                                                  чтобы  шествия

                                                                                                                 и мавзолеи,

                                                             поклонений

                                                                                           установленный статут

                                                             не залили б

                                                                                          приторным елеем

                                                                                                                             ленинскую простоту.

                                                             …………………………………………………………

 

                                                              Он земной,

                                                                                        но не из тех

                                                                                                                        кто глазом

                                                              упирается

                                                                                       в свое корыто,

                                                              Землю

                                                                                 всю

                                                                                             охватывая разом,

                                                               видел

                                                                                  то,

                                                                                           что временем закрыто.

                                                                     ………………………………………………..

 

                                                             Партия –

                                                                                    это

                                                                                                   единый ураган,

                                                              Из голосов спрессованный

                                                                                                          тихих и тонких,

                                                               от него

                                                                              лопаются

                                                                                                  укрепления врага,

                                                                        как в канонаду

                                                                                                   от пушек

                                                                                                                        перепонки.

                                                               Плохо человеку,

                                                                                                  когда он один.

                                                               Горе одному –

                                                                                          один не воин –

                                                               каждый дюжий

                                                                                             ему господин,

                                                               и даже слабые,

                                                                                                 если двое.

                                                               А если

                                                                                 в партию

                                                                                                   сгрудились малые –

                                                               Сдайся, враг,

                                                                                       замри

                                                                                                    и ляг!

                                                                Партия –

                                                                                  рука миллионнопалая,

                                                                Сжатая

                                                                                 в один

                                                                                                 громящий кулак.

                                                                Единица – вздор,

                                                                                                     единица – ноль,

                                                                Один –

                                                                                     даже если

                                                                                                        очень важный –

                                                                не подымет

                                                                                     простое

                                                                                                    пятивершковое бревно,

                                                                Тем более

                                                                                             дом пятиэтажный.

                                                                Партия –

                                                                                      это

                                                                                                   миллионов плечи

                                                                 друг к другу

                                                                                          прижатые туго.

                                                                Партией

                                                                                    стройки

                                                                                                   в небо взмечем,

                                                                  держа

                                                                                   и вздымая друг друга.

                                                                  Партия –

                                                                               спинной хребет рабочего класса,

                                                                  Партия –

                                                                                  бессмертие нашего дела.

                                                                  Партия –

                                                                                   единственное,

                                                                                             что мне не изменит.

                                                                  Сегодня приказчик,

                                                                                           а завтра

                                                                                                           царства стираю в карте я.

                                                                  Мозг класса,

                                                                                       дело класса,

                                                                                                    сила класса,

                                                                                                                  слава класса, -

                                                                                                                          вот что такое партия.

                                                                  Партия и Ленин –

                                                                                               близнецы братья –

                                                                  кто более

                                                                                          матери-истории ценен?

                                                                  Мы говорим Ленин,

                                                                                             подразумеваем - партия,

                                                                  Мы говорим партия,

                                                                                         подразумеваем - Ленин.

 

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