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The Violin -- A Little Bit Nervous.
The violin got all worked up, imploring then suddenly burst into sobs, so child-like that the drum couldn't stand it: "All right, all right, all right!" But then he got tired, couldn't wait till the violin ended, slipped out on the burning Kuznetsky and took flight. The orchestra looked on, chilly, while the violin wept itself out without reason or rhyme, and only somewhere, a cymbal, silly, kept clashing: "What is it, what's all the racket about?" And when the helicon, brass-faced, sweaty, hollared: "Crazy! Crybaby! Be still!" I staggered, on to my feet getting, and lumbered over the horror-stuck music stands, yelling, "Good God" why, I myself couldn't tell; then dashed, my arms round the wooden neck to fling: "You know what, violin, we're awfully alike; I too always yell, but can't prove a thing!" The musicains commented, contemptuously smiling: "Look at him- come to his wooden-bride- tee-hee!" But I don't care- I'm a good guy- "You know, what, violin, let's live together, eh?"
1914. By Vladimir Mayakovskiy. Translated by Dorian Rottenberg.