Author of quotes: Yakov Petrovich Polonsky

What I like it? - not a wife, not a mistress,
And not my native daughter!
So why is her image suffering
Will not let me sleep all night?

Beware of me! I know
You I'll kill.
Because I'm crazy.
Dearly love you.

Trust me, you do not need to be in Paris
In order for the truth to be the heart closer
And in order to create,
Not necessary in Rome to wander.
Traces of a fine artist
Everywhere sees, and creates,
And the incense, it burns
Wherever he puts the tripod
And where the Creator is speaking to him.

If death was my own mother,
How sick, miserable child,
Her Breasts would fall asleep I
And, about the anger of the day pozabyla,
About myself I forgot.
But she is not a mother, she is an alien.
Rough revenge to those who dare to live,
To think and hard to love
And covers of eternity tearing,
Does not allow us to forget the past.

My fire in a fog shines;
The sparks extinguished on the fly...
Night we will meet no one;
We'll say goodbye on the bridge.
The night passes - and early
In the steppe far away, my dear,
I'll go with the crowd of Gypsies
For a nomadic tent.
Goodbye shawl with fringe
You host I get:
As it ends, with you
We converged these days.
Can someone tell me the fate predict?
Someone tomorrow, my Falcon,
On my chest will loosen
The node that pulled you?
Remember, if the other
Friend cute loving
Will be singing songs, playing
On my knees you have!

Don't need God's heaven
Ghostly phenomena... Eternity
One will save and will save, -
The divine humanity.
Earth will draw the flesh
The darkness will take her Chimera -
One immortal love
We will justify the power of faith.
But faith scarce my
The mighty wings didn't grow:
A terrible eternity ahead of her
And loathsome grave.

I l the first will depart from the world forever - you,
Tell me, will go over the edge of the graves,
To tell the heavens of earthly passions was
Incredible in a country of ethereal forces!
We'll both be impressed by your story sky
About this evil land, where my brother asks for bread,
Where is the gold to feud - to madness leads
Where lies all the obvious naive hypocrisy,
Where timid good yourself mercy is waiting
And the truth is so terrible that her heart does not believe
Where hating - I have fought and suffered,
Where you are - loving - languished and suffered;
But -
You tell me I'm not cursed;
But I will say that you are blessed!..

Poetry flair lost a proud century:
In tawdry luxury he is looking for pleasure
Proud of guns - fear of ruin,
The first enemy of him is an honest man.

Darkened the firmament of the heaven,
And commit myself to the ship,
I NAP in the cabin, close...
Uploaded - sleep.
What should I do? What can I do?
And, commit myself to the ship,
Once again, I fell again asleep and I ...
Uploaded - sleep.
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What should I do? What will be will be!
In the hands of God given to:
If death will Wake me up -
I'm not here to Wake up.

Raise a storm not my passions?
With the storms to fight not in my power does?

Perhaps, to know good does not mean evil is not to see
To love does not mean to yearn...
That in truth and not the darkness of hate
Those who could not Shine...

Every self-esteem treat
Every every bored.

And he is angry at the stars from the sky you see,
How people look - but do not want to help.

If the world does not scream about the Union of blood
Every child's first cry?