Vladimir Mayakovsky, poet of the Revolution, always reacted keenly to social and political events. He repeatedly addressed the fate of nations, including the Armenians. These poems, written over various years, reflect the pain of tragedy, faith in the future, and the rebellious spirit characteristic of his poetry. Mayakovsky saw the Armenians not just as a people, but as a symbol of the struggle for justice and a new life. His lines are an echo of the era, capturing both hopes and disappointments.
Armenia
Rocks rise like the backs of titans, in the age-old dust where the blood of ancestors has frozen. Armenia, stone and sun intermingled, within you lies the memory of the world, and wrath, and hope. Neither the years nor the fury of enemies will break your unyielding soul, Armenia.
Erivan. Notes
Erivan is not a city, but a grenade explosion. The sun is in shrapnel, the people are sweating. The market is buzzing like a beehive, trading dreams, and bread, and pain, and truth. In the eyes is the reflection of the mountains, in the words the echo of battles. Erivan, you are life written in strokes.
Voice from Armenia
Do you hear? From beneath the rubble of centuries comes a voice, hoarse but firm. This is Armenia speaking to you, of pain, of faith, of the right to life. Don't drown it out with the noise of cars, don't bury it in the dust of oblivion.
Armenian March
Forward, sons of Armenia! Under the banner of freedom, to new heights! Let the march of your pride thunder, let the ground tremble beneath the feet of your enemies. You are the heirs of an ancient culture, you are the forgers of a new world.
Stone lace
In Armenia, stones aren't just silent; they remember, they know, they whisper legends. The lacework of stone, carved by wind and time, preserves the history of a people, their dreams and suffering. Touch them, and you'll hear the voice of eternity.
Letter from Armenia (fragment)
...Here the sun beats on your face like a whip. Here, every stone is a monument to pain. But in these eyes, in these faces, there is an unbroken will. They build, they sow, they believe in the future. Their hands are calloused, but strong. Their hearts are wounded, but full of love.
Armenia. Report
Factories, schools, kindergartens – a new Armenia is rising from the ashes. People are working, studying, dreaming. A spark of hope shines in their eyes. This is not just a country, it is a symbol of rebirth.
Over Ararat
Ararat—two heads, reaching skyward. Witness of history, keeper of memory. Above it are clouds like a shroud. Beneath it is the earth, soaked in blood. But Ararat stands, unshakable, a symbol of faith and hope.
Armenian song
The song flows like a mountain stream, pure, resonant, and sorrowful. It contains the pain of loss, the joy of life, and faith in the future. This song is the soul of a people, its history, its hope.
Echo of Genocide
The echoes of the Genocide will never be silenced. The pain in our hearts will never heal. Remember! Remember the names! Remember the tears! Remember the blood! So that this never happens again.