What story does aggressive humor tell?

The poet Mayakovsky gave a speech at a conference. His speeches were sharp, humorous, sharp-edged and full of wit. The female stenographer sometimes wrote in her shorthand notebook: "Laughter", "Applause", "Stormy Applause".

Suddenly someone shouted: "I don't understand the joke you are telling!"

"You must be a giraffe!" Mayakovsky sighed, "Only a giraffe can The wet feet on Monday will not be felt until Saturday!"

"I must remind you, Comrade Mayakovsky," a short fat man squeezed onto the podium and shouted, "Napoleon! There is a famous saying: There is only one step from greatness to ridiculousness! ?"

"Yes, there is only one step from greatness to ridiculousness," he said while pointing at himself and that person.

The poet then answered the questions on the note.

"Mayakovsky, how much money did you get tonight?"

"What does this have to do with you? You didn't pay a penny anyway. I don’t plan to break up with anyone yet!”

“Your poems are too appalling. They are short-lived and will be finished tomorrow. You yourself will be forgotten. You will not become immortal. People."

"Please come back in a thousand years, and we will talk about it then!"

"Mayakovsky, why do you like to boast?"< /p>

“One of my middle school classmates, Hekospil, often advised me: ‘You should only talk about your own strengths and leave your shortcomings to your friends.’” Already told!" shouted a man standing up from the pool.

"It seems," the poet said calmly, "this comrade is here to testify." The poet glanced at the hall and said, "I really don't know, you are always with me."

A note said: "You said that sometimes you should wash away your dusty traditions and habits. So since you need to wash your face, it means that you are also dirty. ”

“So if you don’t wash your face, do you think you are clean?” the poet replied.

"Mayakovsky, why do you wear a ring on your hand? This is very inappropriate for you."

"According to you, I shouldn't wear it on my hand, It should be worn on the nose!"

"Mayakovsky, your poems cannot make people boil, cannot make people burn, and cannot infect people."

" My poem is not the sea, not the furnace, not the plague."