Book: A wanderer plays on the sly

A wanderer plays on the sly, when you live half a century. Then he plays on the sly.
And I could say it this way:
If it's too late was released in the fall for berries, so he came too late, and if one day he feels that he has no more strength to rejoice and enjoy life, this can be caused by old age, don't judge it strictly! In addition to permanent contentment with yourself and everyone around needs a measure of stupidity. But the bright moments are with everyone. The convict sits on the cart, which takes him to the scaffold, the nail prevents him from sitting, he moved over to the side and relieved.

There are people who, losing his footing, unable to stand up and quietly move on in life, is that bruising will nasarat, but there are others who can't get up.

Sage - he knows about the woman?
First, he could not become wise until he was old, therefore he knows the woman only by memories. And secondly, he has no memories, because he never knew her. People with a predisposition to wisdom, all his life occupied only with this predisposition and nothing else, he cares and cherishes it, shaking above him, lives for him. Nobody goes to the woman to gain wisdom. Four the wisest of the world who left us his thoughts of the woman who sat up with her; they were old, regardless of young or old age, they could only drive oxen. They didn't know the woman in Holiness, I didn't know a woman in her charms, did not know that without women we can not live. But they wrote and wrote about a woman. Just think, he wrote, never having seen her.