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Mayakovsky’s poem “Good Attitude to Horses” about a horse that fell in the street
Hooves were beating. As though they sang: "Mush- room. Plun- der. Tomb. Rude." Drunk with the wind, shod with ice, the street was sliding. A horse on her croup crashed down, and at once one idler after another idler, who had come to flap their trousers about Kuznetsky,