Krome lyubvi tvoey, mne netu solnca

Na pervyy vzglyad Mayakovskiy, obladavshiy buntarskoy naturoy, byl grub i epatazhen, no eto ne tak! Pod maskoy napusknoy holodnosti skryvalas' ochen' ranimaya dusha, zhazhduschaya lyubvi. "Lyubov' - eto serdce vsego, - pisal poet.- Esli ono prekratit rabotu, vse ostal'noe otmiraet, delaetsya lishnim, nenuzhnym".