I would be a wolf
gnawed out
bureaucracy.
To mandates
there is no respect.
To any
to hell with mothers
roll
any piece of paper.
But this one…
Along the long front
coupe
and cabins
official
courteous moves.
Handing over passports
and I
rent
mine
purple book.
For one passport
smile at the mouth.
To others -
shitty attitude.
Respectfully
take, for example,
passports
with double bed
English left.
Through the eyes
good uncle vyev,
without ceasing
bow,
take,
like taking a tip
passport
American.
in Polish -
look,
like a poster goat.
in Polish -
goggle their eyes
in tight
police elephantism -
from where, they say,
and what is this
geographical news?
And without turning
head head
and feelings
none
without having known
take,
without blinking,
Danish passports
and different
other
Swedes.
And suddenly,
as if
burn
mouth
twisted
mister.
This is
mister official
beret
mine
red passport.
Beret -
like a bomb
takes -
like a hedgehog
like a razor
double-edged
beret,
like an explosive
at 20 stings
snake
two meters tall.
blinked
meaningfully
bearer eye,
at least things
will take it down for you.
Gendarme
inquiringly
looks at the detective
detective
to the gendarme.
With what pleasure
gendarme caste
I would be
whipped and crucified
for what
what is in my hands
hammerhead,
sickle
Soviet passport.
I would be a wolf
gnawed out
bureaucracy.
To mandates
there is no respect.
To any
to hell with mothers
roll
any piece of paper.
But this one…
I
I get
from wide trousers
duplicate
priceless cargo.
Read
envy
I -
citizen
Soviet Union.

Mayakovsky was an ardent supporter of the revolution and the established communist regime. In his works, he tirelessly sang the greatness of the Soviet system. Thanks to the original way of thinking of the poet, these works did not merge with the general flow of rave reviews from Soviet poets and writers. An example of this is the poem "Poems about the Soviet Passport" (1929).

The installation and strengthening of the "Iron Curtain" began from the very first years of the existence of the young Soviet state. The opportunity to travel abroad was only for the highest representatives of the authorities, or for people who were carefully checked by the state security agencies and were going on a business trip. Mayakovsky often traveled the world as a correspondent. He liked the impression that Soviet people made on foreigners.

Mayakovsky dedicated a poem to a simple Soviet passport. Describing a passport check on a train, he immediately declares that he hates the bureaucracy that he associates with bourgeois society. The creative soul of the poet cannot stand life "on a piece of paper". But he notes with interest the changes in the inspector at the sight of passports of various states. The personality of a person fades into the background, the main thing is his citizenship. The range of emotions shown by the controller is huge, from complete indifference to humiliating humility. But the brightest moment is the presentation of a Soviet passport. It causes in foreigners at the same time horror, curiosity and confusion. Citizens of the USSR were perceived as people from the next world. It is not only the Soviet ideology that is to blame, Western propaganda has also done a lot of work on creating the image of a communist enemy, a subhuman who seeks only chaos and destruction.

Mayakovsky revels in the effect produced. With rude affection, he endows his nondescript passport with various epithets: “purple booklet”, “red-skinned passport”, “hammered”, “sickle”, etc. Very expressive and characteristic of the poet are comparisons of the passport with the “bomb”, “hedgehog”, “razor ". Mayakovsky is glad of the hatred in the eyes of the police. He is ready to go through the suffering of Jesus Christ (“would be whipped and crucified”) for having a nondescript piece of paper of such incredible power.

The phrase "I get out of wide trousers" has become winged. She has been criticized and parodied countless times. But it sounds the sincere pride of a person who is confident in the greatness and power of his state. This pride allows Mayakovsky to firmly declare to the whole world: "I am a citizen of the Soviet Union."

I would be a wolf
vygraz
bureaucracy.
To mandates
there is no respect.
To any
to hell with mothers
roll
any piece of paper.
But this one...
Along the long front
coupe
and cabins
official
courteous moves.
Handing over passports
and I
rent
mine
purple book.
For one passport -
smile at the mouth.
To others -
shitty attitude.
Respectfully
take, for example,
passports
with double bed
English left.
Through the eyes
good uncle vyev,
without ceasing
bow,
take,
like taking a tip
passport
American.
in Polish -
look,
like a poster goat.
in Polish -
goggle their eyes
in tight
police elephantism -
from where, they say,
and what is this
geographical news?
And without turning
head head
and feelings
none
without having known
take,
without blinking,
Danish passports
and different
other
Swedes.
And suddenly,
as if
burn
mouth
twisted
mister.
This is
mister official
beret
mine
red passport.
Beret -
like a bomb
takes -
like a hedgehog
like a razor
double-edged
beret,
like an explosive
at 20 stings
snake
two meters tall.
blinked
meaningfully
bearer eye,
at least things
will take it down for you.
Gendarme
inquiringly
looks at the detective
detective
to the gendarme.
With what pleasure
gendarme caste
I would be
whipped and crucified
for what
what is in my hands
hammerhead,
sickle
Soviet passport.
I would be a wolf
gnawed out
bureaucracy.
To mandates
there is no respect.
To any
to hell with mothers
roll
any piece of paper.
But this one...
I
I get
from wide trousers
duplicate
priceless cargo.
Read
envy
I -
citizen
Soviet Union.
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Soviet Russia was at the end of the 20s for the Western world a real thorn in the eye - they were afraid of it, they were surprised at it, they hated it and looked at the new country, as the native of the Cook Islands looks at the ship with the Spanish conquistadors. Against the background of such relations, Mayakovsky writes a poem dedicated to the Soviet passport, choosing the latter as a symbol of the new system. "Poems about the Soviet passport" with the famous phrase "I take it out of wide pants" is not only an ode to the purple booklet, but a spit in the direction of bureaucracy, which the poet's free spirit could not stand.

String parsing

Distrust, fear and surprise with the country of the Soviets led to the installation of an iron curtain between the West and the USSR, which, in the opinion of the "advanced" bourgeoisie, was supposed to stop the spread of the "red infection". Few of the Soviet citizens traveled abroad, one of the few was Mayakovsky. He could look and compare, see and feel, notice and convey sensations on paper. The poem is not written against the backdrop of violent fantasy, but is based on personal feelings that arise when crossing the border and while in European countries.

The basis of the poem is the view of a Soviet person on the verification of documents by customs when traveling abroad. The author describes how passports are collected in the car and how the attitude of the customs officer changes depending on the citizenship of the passenger. From someone they take the document with a smile of servility, from others with respect, from others with a gleam in their eyes and the expectation of a solid tip (who could it be, if not an American). When a Soviet passport falls into the hands of an official, it becomes like a scalded cat:

And suddenly,
as if
burn
mouth
twisted
mister.

Passport Bomb

The official accepts the USSR passport like a bomb, like a snake. Either the red book will explode in his hands, or it will mortally bite him ... Both the official and the gendarme awaken the desire to mix the owner of the identity document with the earth - to crucify him and destroy him, but it's scary ...

With what pleasure
gendarme caste
I would be
whipped and crucified
for what
what is in my hands
hammerhead,
sickle
<советский паспорт.

Horror will inspire "hammered". The passenger pulls out a passport from wide trousers, which are associated with contempt for the Western world and their own independence, and considers it a duplicate of an invaluable cargo - a citizen of a new country, under the name of the USSR, terrible for the West.

envy

Let them envy, because the old always bows before the young, always envy of healthy youth dominates the senile insanity of the bourgeois world. For officials and the gendarme, it is absolutely unimportant who is in front of them - it is a conductor or a plowman, the personality is impersonal - all consciousness is occupied by a passport. The impression is that the red book is not at all a few printed pages, but a manuscript with an ancient curse, but revived for revenge. Whoever takes it in hand will be crushed by the resurrected gods-destroyers.

To increase the artistic value of the passport, Mayakovsky compares it first with a bomb, then with a razor and a hedgehog. The poet laughs at the Western world, in whose eyes, at the sight of a red book, he sees fear and hatred at the same time. A couple of pages in purple binding bring the customs officer and the gendarme to a stop, this makes the author of the poem laugh and please. The reason for the laughter is understandable - the West has created for itself a terrible image of the Soviet man and now he himself is frightened of this image. “No one will scare you the way you scare yourself” - you can’t say it better.

Mayakovsky's poem "Passport" literally shouts to the whole world - I am a citizen of the USSR - if you want to be afraid of this, if you want to hate me, but I am higher than your old and rotten inside the world!

Let's leave the moral side of such pride in Soviet Russia to the author's conscience, fortunately he did not have to see the repressions of the mid-30s, when proud bearers of Soviet passports were irretrievably taken by echelons to Kalyma and Solovki.

Text and video

I would be a wolf
gnawed out
bureaucracy.
To mandates
there is no respect.
To any
to hell with mothers
roll
any piece of paper.
But this one…
Along the long front
coupe
and cabins
official
courteous moves.

Handing over passports
and I
rent
mine
purple book.
For one passport -
smile at the mouth.
To others -
shitty attitude.
Respectfully
take, for example,
passports
with double bed
English left.

Through the eyes
good uncle vyev,
without ceasing
bow,
take,
like taking a tip
passport
American.
in Polish -
look,
like a poster goat.
in Polish -
goggle their eyes
in tight
police elephantism -
from where, they say,
and what is this
geographical news?

And without turning
head head
and feelings
none
without having known
take,
without blinking,
Danish passports
and different
other
Swedes.
And suddenly,
as if
burn
mouth
twisted
mister.

This is
mister official
beret
mine
red passport.
Beret -
like a bomb
takes -
like a hedgehog
like a razor
double-edged
beret,
like an explosive
at 20 stings
snake
two meters tall.

blinked
meaningfully
bearer eye,
at least things
will take it down for you.
Gendarme
inquiringly
looks at the detective
detective
to the gendarme.
With what pleasure
gendarme caste
I would be
whipped and crucified
for what
what is in my hands
hammerhead,
sickle
Soviet passport.

I would be a wolf
gnawed out
bureaucracy.
To mandates
there is no respect.
To any
to hell with mothers
roll
any piece of paper.
But this one…
I
I get
from wide trousers
duplicate
priceless cargo.
Read
envy
I -
citizen
Soviet Union.

At the end of the analysis, I propose to listen to an audio version of the poem performed by a young girl in the form of a cadet.

"Poems about the Soviet passport"

V.V. Mayakovsky proudly bore the title of citizen of the young Soviet country. In "Poems about the Soviet Passport" the poet's patriotic feeling reaches its maximum concentration. At the center of the plot of the poem is a seemingly ordinary situation: checking passports when crossing the border, but it soon grows into a majestic hymn to the beloved homeland.

V.V. turned out to be unusually expressive. Mayakovsky, the image of a "courteous" Mr. official checking passports. He changes his faces, as if in a frying pan: either he becomes overly helpful, or arrogantly freezes "in stupid police elephantism." V.V. Mayakovsky emphasizes that every passport on the world stage is not just a necessary bureaucratic document, but also the most important symbol of a certain country, its sovereign power and strength of capital, or vice versa, weakness, which, like in a mirror, is reflected in relation to citizens.

The smooth development of the storyline gradually reaches the climax - the highest intensity of passions:

And suddenly,
as if
burn
mouth
twisted
mister.
This is
mister official
beret
mine
red passport.

Further, with a brilliant cascade of well-aimed detailed comparisons by V.V. Mayakovsky describes the emotional storm that the Soviet passport causes in a stiff official. The rhythm of the verse becomes clearer, as if we hear the rapid beating of the master's heart. The alliterations "b" and "r" in this passage give the narrative additional expression. The same function is performed by the hyperbolized image of a snake, which is expressively characterized by the epithet-neologism "two meters tall".

Then the artistic space expands: we already see several actors. Their reaction to the passport instantly reveals the class contradictions in an outwardly prosperous capitalist society: the keepers of order - the detective and the gendarme - look at each other warily. They seem to feel the ominous danger emanating from the "hammer", "sickle" passport. The porter, a representative of the working classes, winks meaningfully at the owner of the "purple book", thus showing a sense of international solidarity.

Poetry V.V. Mayakovsky is closely connected with dramaturgy. It is as if a stage of theatrical action is unfolding before us. The heroes of the poem are depicted so vividly and expressively that they are literally felt by the reader. Their well-aimed and concise characteristics are long remembered, because they embody the features of real people.

V.V. Mayakovsky cannot be called a poet generous with color epithets, but he skillfully uses color painting as a means of artistic expression. There are only two color epithets in the poem. Both of them emphasize the red color of the passport cover, which in the context of the whole work is also perceived as the color of the revolutionary banner.

The repetition of the fragment about bureaucracy at the beginning and almost at the very end of the work gives it compositional harmony and prepares its final part, in which the lyrical hero speaks of his civic pride. The verse in the finale becomes as measured as possible. Its rhythm changes, slows down slightly, and the last phrase sounds very solemn and fundamental:

Read
envy
I am a citizen of the Soviet Union.

Even now, almost a century later, when both the coat of arms and the flag have changed, and the state has returned to its former (with minor changes) name "Russia", the energy impulse that these poems carry is enormous, and their educational value has not dried up. This is a worthy response of a proud person and citizen, a true patriot, to those who like to kowtow to foreigners in all its forms and manifestations.

It is easy and pleasant to be a patriot of a state that is respected on the world stage, where the standard of living of the population is high, where well-being and prosperity are guaranteed to all residents. But they don't choose their homeland. At the end of the twenties of the XX century, when these poems were written, the Soviet Union was not yet a powerful power. This image lived only in dreams and plans

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It is known that in the last years of life Vladimir Mayakovsky He traveled a lot, including being abroad. Thanks to his revolutionary and patriotic poems, this poet was one of the few who, under Soviet rule, was allowed to visit both Europe and the USA as a correspondent for various publications. Mayakovsky never wrote travel notes, but he could convey the feeling of a particular trip in short and capacious phrases of poetry. One of these sketches can be attributed to "Poems about the Soviet passport." which were written in 1929, but saw the light after the tragic death of the author.

In this work, the poet discusses how the border services treat passports and their holders. Mayakovsky himself cannot stand bureaucracy, and therefore any documents that he contemptuously calls “papers” cause him disgust, bordering on disgust. But he treats the Soviet passport with special reverence, since this “purple little book” causes real disgust among officials of the customs services of various countries. He picks her up “like a bomb, takes her like a hedgehog, like a double-edged razor.” The poet projects his attitude towards the Soviet passport onto himself, realizing that his opponent experiences such feelings not because of the identity document, but because of the person to whom it belongs. And there is nothing surprising in that, because in the second half of the 20th century, citizens of the USSR who openly cross the state border are something exotic. Well, the general attitude towards the representatives of this country, isolated from the whole world, is wary. Simply put, both Paris and New York are afraid of the Soviet man, since no one knows what to expect from him. And this fear gives Mayakovsky real pleasure.

Vladimir Mayakovsky - I would gnaw out bureaucracy like a wolf (Poems about a Soviet passport)

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Comments

Stikhi about Soviet passport

K mandatam pochtenia netu.

lyubaya bumazhka, No etu.
Po long frontu kupe i kayut
chinovnik uchtivy dvizhetsya.
Sdayut pasporta, i ya sdayu
moyu purpurnuyu knizhitsu.
K odnim pasportam - ulybka u rta.
K drugim - attitude plevoye.
S pochtenyem berut, naprimer, pasporta
s dvukhspalnym anglyskim levoyu.
Glazami dobrogo dyadyu vyev,
ne perestavaya klanyatsya,
berut, like budto berut chayevye,
passport amerikantsa.
Na polsky - glyadyat, kak v afishu koza.
Napolsky - vypyalivayut glaza
v tugoy politseyskoy slonovosti -
otkuda, mol, i what eto za
geograficheskiye news?
I don't turn golovy kochan
i chuvstv nikakikh ne izvedav,
berut, ne morgnuv, pasporta datchan
i raznykh prochikh shvedov,
I vdrug, like budto ozhogom, rot
skrivilo gospodinu.
This gospodin chinovnik beret
moyu krasnokozhuyu pasportinu.
Beret - like bombu, beret - like yezha,
how britvu oboyudoostruyu,
beret, kak gremuchuyu v dvadtsat zhal
zmeyu dvukhmetrovorostuyu.
Morgnul mnogoznachashche glaz nosilshchika,
khot veshchi sneset zadarom vam.
Zhandarm voprositelno smotrit na syshchika,
syshchik na zhandarma.
S kakim naslazhdenyem zhandarmskoy kastoy
ya byl by iskhlestan i raspyat
za to, chto v rukakh u menya molotkasty,
Serpasty Soviet Passport.
Ya volkom by vygryz byurokratizm.
K mandatam pochtenia netu.
K lyubym chertyam s materyami katis
lyubaya bumazhka. No etu.
Ya dostayu iz shirokikh shtanin
dublikatom bestsennogo gruz.
Chitayte, zaviduyte, ya-grazhdanin
Sovetskogo Soyuza.

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