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.)

The sunset glowed with a hundred and forty suns,
Summer was rolling into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
it was at the dacha.
The hillock of Pushkino humped
Shark Mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village
the roof was crooked with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and probably into that hole
the sun went down every time
slow and steady.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
the sun rose red.
And day after day
make me terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so one day I got angry,
that everything faded in fear,
I shouted point blank to the sun:
“Get off!
Enough of hanging around in hell!”
I shouted to the sun:
“Damot!
you are covered in the clouds,
and here - you don’t know either winters or years,
sit down and draw posters!”
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, golden forehead,
than so,
go in idle
to me
It would be great for tea!”
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
spreading out his ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
I don’t want to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
It's already passing through the garden.
In the windows,
at the door,
entering the gap,
a mass of sun fell,
tumbled in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a deep voice:
“I’m driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the tea,
drive away, poet, jam!”
A tear from my own eye -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him
for the samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
But the strange one from the sun is emerging
flowed -
and sedateness
having forgotten
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something got stuck with Rosta,
and the sun:
"OK,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, do you think
shine
easily?
- Go, try it! -
And here you go -
started to go
you walk and you shine brightly!”
They chatted like that until dark -
until the previous night, that is.
How dark is it here?
No misters"
We are completely at home with him.
And soon,
no friendship,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
There are two of us, comrade!
Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
poems."
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
A mess of poetry and light -
shine on anything!
It will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dreamer.
Suddenly - I
with all the light I can -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the last days of the Donetsk,
shine -
and no nails!
This is my slogan -
and sun!

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 a 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) and carried out propaganda tasks. He was arrested three times, and in 1909 he was in Butyrka prison in solitary confinement. There he began to write poetry. Since 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 futurist collection “A Slap in the Face of Public Taste.”
The theme of the tragedy of human existence under capitalism permeates Mayakovsky’s major works of the pre-revolutionary years - the poems “Cloud in Pants”, “Spine Flute”, “War and Peace”. Even then, Mayakovsky sought to create poetry of “squares and streets” addressed to the broad masses. He believed in the imminence of the coming revolution.
Epic and lyric poetry, striking satire and ROSTA propaganda posters - all this variety of Mayakovsky’s genres bears the stamp of his originality. In the lyrical epic poems “Vladimir Ilyich Lenin” and “Good!” the poet embodied the thoughts and feelings of a person in a 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 with him. In the later works “Bedbug” and “Bathhouse” there is a powerful satire with dystopian elements 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.
http://citaty.su/kratkaya-biografiya-mayakovskogo

Due to the fact that the work is built on dialogue and has a bright journalistic beginning, reading the poem “An Extraordinary Adventure” by Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky will be interesting for both an adult and a young schoolchild. The theme of this poem is the hard but noble work of the poet. The main lyrical character is a working poet. The plot of the work is a fantastic meeting between Mayakovsky and the sun.

The text of Mayakovsky's poem "An Extraordinary Adventure" was written in 1920. It tells how Mayakovsky, angry at the sun because it was too hot, invited him to visit. To the poet’s surprise, the sun responded and soon was already sitting at his home. Vladimir Vladimirovich and his guest began to have a conversation about how difficult their work was. By the end of the evening they had become friends. Mayakovsky even began to pat the sun on the shoulder. During the conversation, they came to the conclusion that everyone should follow their calling and do their work with full dedication.

The work is studied at school during a literature lesson in the 7th grade. The teacher reads it to the children in its entirety, analyzes it with them, and then gives them a passage to learn at home. On our website you can read the poem online or download it.

An extraordinary adventure that happened with
Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha

(Pushkino. Shark Mountain, Rumyantsev’s dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)

The sunset glowed with a hundred and forty suns,
Summer was rolling into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
it was at the dacha.
The hillock of Pushkino humped
Shark Mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village
the roof was crooked with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and probably into that hole
the sun went down every time
slow and steady.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
The sun rose brightly.
And day after day
make me terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so one day I got angry,
that everything faded in fear,
I shouted point blank to the sun:
“Get off!
Enough of hanging around in hell!”
I shouted to the sun:
“Damot!
you are covered in the clouds,
and here - you don’t know either winters or years,
sit down and draw posters!”
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, golden forehead,
than so,
go in idle
to me
It would be great for tea!”
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
spreading out his ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
I don’t want to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
It's already passing through the garden.
In the windows,
at the door,
entering the gap,
a mass of sun fell,
tumbled in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a deep voice:
“I’m driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the teas,
drive away, poet, jam!”
Tears from my eyes -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him
for the samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!”
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
But the strange one from the sun is emerging
flowed -
and sedateness
having forgotten
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something got stuck with Rosta,
and the sun:
"OK,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Go try it! –
And here you go -
started to go
you walk and shine bright!”
They chatted like that until dark -
until the previous night, that is.
How dark is it here?
No misters"
We are completely at home with him.
And soon,
no friendship,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
“You and me,
There are two of us, comrade!
Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
in verse."
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
A mess of poetry and light
shine on anything!
It will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dreamer.
Suddenly - I
with all the light I can -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the last days of the Donetsk,
shine –
and no nails!
This is my slogan
and sun!

“An extraordinary adventure that Vladimir Mayakovsky had in the summer at the dacha” Vladimir Mayakovsky

(Pushkino. Shark Mountain, Rumyantsev’s dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)

The sunset glowed with a hundred and forty suns,
Summer was rolling into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
it was at the dacha.
The hillock of Pushkino humped
Shark Mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village
the roof was crooked with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and probably into that hole
the sun went down every time
slow and steady.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
The sun rose brightly.
And day after day
make me terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so one day I got angry,
that everything faded in fear,
I shouted point blank to the sun:
“Get off!
Enough of hanging around in hell!”
I shouted to the sun:
“Damot!
you are covered in the clouds,
and here - you don’t know either winters or years,
sit down and draw posters!”
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, golden forehead,
than so,
go in idle
to me
It would be great for tea!”
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
spreading out his ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
I don’t want to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
It's already passing through the garden.
In the windows,
at the door,
entering the gap,
a mass of sun fell,
tumbled in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a deep voice:
“I’m driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the teas,
drive away, poet, jam!”
Tears from my eyes -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him
for the samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
But the strange one from the sun is emerging
flowed -
and sedateness
having forgotten
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something got stuck with Rosta,
and the sun:
"OK,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Go try it! —
And here you go -
started to go
you walk and keep your lights on!”
They chatted like that until dark -
until the previous night, that is.
How dark is it here?
No misters"
We are completely at home with him.
And soon,
no friendship,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
There are two of us, comrade!
Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
poems."
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
A mess of poetry and light
shine on anything!
It will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dreamer.
Suddenly - I
with all the light I can -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the last days of the Donetsk,
shine -
and no nails!
This is my slogan
and sun!

Analysis of Mayakovsky’s poem “An extraordinary adventure that happened to Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha”

Many of Vladimir Mayakovsky’s poems are famous for their amazing metaphorical nature. It was thanks to this simple technique that the author was able to create very imaginative works that can be compared with Russian folk tales. For example, the folk epic has a lot in common with the work “An extraordinary adventure that happened with Vladimir Mayakovsky in the summer at the dacha,” which was written by the poet in the summer of 1920. The main character of this work is the sun, which the poet made into an animate creature. This is exactly how the heavenly body is depicted in fairy tales and legends, which gives life and warmth to the inhabitants of the earth. However, the author considered that the sun, which travels the same route across the sky every day, is a slacker and a parasite who simply has nothing to occupy itself with.

One day, watching how it “slowly and surely” descended beyond the village, Mayakovsky turned to the heavenly body with an angry speech, declaring that “wouldn’t it come to me for tea instead of coming in like this, doing nothing?” And - he himself turned out to be not happy with such an offer, since the sun really came to visit Mayakovsky, scorching him with its heat: “Did you call me? Drive the tea, drive it, poet, jam!” As a result, the heavenly and poetic luminaries spent the whole night at the same table, complaining to each other about how difficult their lives were. And Mayakovsky realized that he could at any moment abandon his poems and change his pen, for example, to an ordinary plane. However, the sun is deprived of this opportunity, and every day it needs to rise and illuminate the earth. Against the backdrop of the revelations of the heavenly guest, the author felt very uncomfortable and realized that only such selfless work could truly change this world, make it brighter and cleaner.

In the final part of the poem “An Unusual Adventure,” Mayakovsky calls on every person not only to follow his calling, but also to carry out any task with maximum dedication. Otherwise, the meaning of existence is simply lost. After all, people come into this world with a specific mission, which is to “always shine, shine everywhere until the last days.” Therefore, there is no point in complaining about fatigue and complaining that someone has been destined for an easier path in life. Taking an example from his guest, Mayakovsky declares: “Shine - and no nails! This is my slogan – and the sun!” And with this simple phrase he emphasizes how important the work of each of us is, be it a poet or an ordinary village worker.

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

The sunset glowed with a hundred and forty suns,
Summer was rolling into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
it was at the dacha.
The hillock of Pushkino humped
Shark Mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village
the roof was crooked with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and probably into that hole
the sun went down every time
slow and steady.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
The sun rose brightly.
And day after day
make me terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so one day I got angry,
that everything faded in fear,
I shouted point blank to the sun:
“Get off!
Enough of hanging around in hell!”
I shouted to the sun:
“Damot!
you are covered in the clouds,
and here - you don’t know either winters or years,
sit down and draw posters!”
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, golden forehead,
than so,
go in idle
to me
It would be great for tea!”
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
spreading out his ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
I don’t want to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
It's already passing through the garden.
In the windows,
at the door,
entering the gap,
a mass of sun fell,
tumbled in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a deep voice:
“I’m driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the teas,
drive away, poet, jam!”
Tears from my eyes -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him
for the samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
But the strange one from the sun is emerging
flowed -
and sedateness
having forgotten
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something got stuck with Rosta,
and the sun:
"OK,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Go try it! —
And here you go -
started to go
you walk and keep your lights on!”
They chatted like that until dark -
until the previous night, that is.
How dark is it here?
No misters"
We are completely at home with him.
And soon,
no friendship,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
There are two of us, comrade!
Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
poems."
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
A mess of poetry and light
shine on anything!
It will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dreamer.
Suddenly - I
with all the light I can -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the last days of the Donetsk,
shine -
and no nails!
This is my slogan
and 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 impressions from the poet’s actual stay at Rumyantsev’s dacha.

In the work in a fantastic form, Mayakovsky expresses his idealistic views. The revolution seemed to the author the dawn of a new world. A member of a communist society must be subject to all of nature. Communism proclaimed the unlimited powers and capabilities of man. Therefore, it is not surprising that the author can easily turn to the sun itself. This view also includes the denial of religion and all superstitions. In a patriarchal society, the sun was deified. The peasant in Tsarist Russia treated him as a higher being, on whom 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 provided a scientific explanation for the existence of all cosmic bodies. This already significantly lowered the position of the sun. It seemed like just one of an infinite number of stars, and far from the brightest. During Mayakovsky’s time, people were already dreaming of space flights, 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 walks carefree across the sky every day. Despite his 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 the poet as his equal. This is another life-affirming proposition of communism. There are no impossible tasks in the world. A person is stopped only by lack of confidence in his own abilities. You need to take on any business without any doubt, and this will invariably lead to success.

The poet and the sun are having a calm, unhurried conversation. They share their problems. The lyrical hero understands that the sun also does a difficult job. This brings them even closer together. Under communism, a person's value directly depends on his labor contribution. It is very characteristic that, in a surge 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.

AN EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTURE WITH
VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY IN SUMMER AT THE DACHA

(Pushkino. Shark Mountain, Rumyantsev’s dacha,
27 versts along the Yaroslavl railway. dor.)

The sunset glowed with a hundred and forty suns,
Summer was rolling into July,
it was hot
the heat was floating -
it was at the dacha.
The hillock of Pushkino humped
Shark Mountain,
and the bottom of the mountain -
was a village
the roof was crooked with bark.
And beyond the village -
hole,
and probably into that hole
the sun went down every time
slow and steady.
And tomorrow
again
flood the world
The sun rose brightly.
And day after day
make me terribly angry
me
this
became.
And so one day I got angry,
that everything faded in fear,
I shouted point blank to the sun:
"Get off!
Enough of hanging around in hell!"
I shouted to the sun:
"Damot!
you are covered in the clouds,
and here - you don’t know either winters or years,
sit down and draw posters!"
I shouted to the sun:
"Wait a minute!
listen, golden forehead,
than so,
go in idle
to me
It would be great for tea!"
What have I done!
I'm dead!
To me,
of my own free will,
itself,
spreading out his ray-steps,
the sun walks in the field.
I don’t want to show my fear -
and retreat backwards.
His eyes are already in the garden.
It's already passing through the garden.
In the windows,
at the door,
entering the gap,
a mass of sun fell,
tumbled in;
taking a breath,
spoke in a deep voice:
"I'm driving back the lights
for the first time since creation.
Did you call me?
Drive the teas,
drive away, poet, jam!"
A tear from my own eye -
the heat was driving me crazy
but I told him
for the samovar:
"Well,
sit down, luminary!
The devil took away my insolence
yell at him -
confused,
I sat down on the corner of the bench,
I'm afraid it couldn't have turned out worse!
But the strange one from the sun is emerging
flowed -
and sedateness
having forgotten
I'm sitting talking
with the luminary
gradually.
About that
I'm talking about this
something got stuck with Rosta,
and the sun:
"OK,
do not be sad,
look at things simply!
And to me, do you think
shine
easily.
- Go, try it! -
And here you go -
started to go
you walk and keep your lights on!"
They chatted like that until dark -
until the previous night, that is.
How dark is it here?
No misters"
We are completely at home with him.
And soon,
no friendship,
I hit him on the shoulder.
And the sun too:
"You and me,
There are two of us, comrade!
Let's go, poet,
we look,
let's sing
the world is in gray trash.
I will pour my sunshine,
and you are yours,
poems."
Wall of shadows
nights in prison
fell under the sun with a double-barreled shotgun.
A mess of poetry and light
shine on anything!
It will get tired
and wants the night
lie down,
stupid dreamer.
Suddenly - I
with all the light I can -
and again the day rings.
Always shine
shine everywhere
until the last days of the Donetsk,
shine -
and no nails!
This is my slogan
and sun!

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

Translation of the lyrics by Vladimir Mayakovsky - The sunset burned in a hundred and forty suns

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,
curve 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 to 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 retires 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 in 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 corner bench,
I"m afraid - didn"t leave b worse!
But strangest of sun Yas
flowed,-
and respectable
forgetting
sitting, talking
with the sun
gradually.
About
you tell,
what de's jammed Growth,
and the sun:
"Okay,
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 are 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,
sing
the world is in the gray stuff.
I"ll be the sun to pour his own,
and you do yours,
the universes".
Wall of shadows,
nights prison
under the sun a double-barrel 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.