In your letter to Volosit you ask a series of little questions. Here are your answers:
- I honestly inform you that not for a single second have I felt better without you than with you.
- Not for a single second have I been pleased that you’re gone away, but every day I grieve about it quite terribly.
- Unfortunately no one is being capricious. For the sake of Christ come as soon as possible and be capricious.
- My little nerves are worn out only because our mangy kitty’s gone away.
- I’m entirely yours.
- I don’t need anyone, anyone except you.
I kiss all of you, your litttle paws, I’m all yours.
На фона на това писмо самоубийството му (все идолизирам прокълнатите) ми се струва уместно решение. Love is for suckers, Маяковски е велик, макар и имо, а аз си взех Брехт.



