Mayakovsky symbolized for me the Russians’ revolution and - who knows? - perhaps their whole eternally ambiguous civilization, so powerful, human, hungry for justice in literature, and so miserable and cruel in worldly affairs. It seemed as if they spent all their strength in extraordinary feats, leaving nothing for more modest desires of harmony and happiness, which they branded treason and weakness. Perhaps there was some truth to saying that the Russians, “being able to do more, cannot do less”.


  1. Native Realm