The room in the nine square meters, we have found the body,
Body of a man of about forty, with no signs of cadaveric numb.
Lips, ears, hands in dark blue, corpse spots
Body lies head to the front door, the clothes clean, neat.
Located on the back, five feet from the couch.
Three centimeters taller heart is round wound
Circle wounds contaminated with blood, there is no outlet.
Obviously, the bullet stuck in the body, between the legs of the corpse lies gun
Mauser and one sleeve, the other shells were found.
The deceased has made himself a shot of their same weapons.
Stay with me, at least for a day, so that there is a day, forty minutes.
In this world, absolutely no one left who I was loved, who cherish.
Stay with me, I beg, I implore all his huge heart poetinym
Nora, stop, get away from the door, why did you do it with me?
If you go, I will shoot this here that's most Mauser pistol.
"Gunned down? Well, let them. And if so you want to shoot straight. "
He was miserable, crushed and crushed like a little boy he was crying
Polonskaya walks out the door. Shot. And Mayakovsky fall to the floor.