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I can't remember when I bought Wiktor Woroszylsk's The Life of Mayakovsky- I found it at a used bookstore (probably The Strand, but I've honestly no idea), and it has sat on my bookshelf for quite some time, looking intimidating and mysterious in a way that is particularly appropriate for a biography of Vladimir Mayakovsky.

( a bit of pointless, conclusionless nattering )