Author of quotes: Yakov Petrovich Polonsky. Page 1

Hardened you human stupidity,
Il everyday puts their commotion,
Their hearts senile avarice,
Or the childishness of their proud mind: -
All this modernity is evil,
All of this muddle alive
This entire Assembly of tyrants and flatterers.
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But, friend, we are in the wilderness will not cease to be angry
And to the angry crowd gates again.
Don't tell me mother nature:
She loves children not lonely,
Fierce, as well as cruel,
Nature does not know how to comfort.
You can't beat nature
With that hermit who needs
For the happiness of legitimate freedom,
And for freedom - a free country.

What are you thinking? Grab a pen, write:
In creation there is no Creator, the nature has no soul.
Your universe is the fermentation of the forces alive
Not unconscious - doing, but the blind.

He writes, the century is coming; it came - a century passes.
Doubt boil again, mind again Kolobrodov, -
And again listens to the poor man,
That will dictate to him the coming age...

... Or you still don't know what we
Easier to believe the music circuits
Any thought coming out of prison.

With Babel
To the present day - across the earth
The spirit of hatred and spirit of separation
Hold the world in ignorance and evil.
People to people are forged in the darkness of the chain,
Truth dares to be naked.

Inevitably he paused in front of me -
And should I inevitably be silenced.
He suffers, because there is a family
I suffer, because I hear laughter.
But what does my personal pride,
If the truth suffers the most!
There is no struggle and did not understand -
Thoughts tangled by accident blind -
Was the light of untold lies,
Untold truth became darkness.

Night watching thousands of eyes,
And the day looks one.
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Mind looks a thousand eyes,
Love looks one.

Randomness does not create, can not imagine not likes
And we - we are all slaves of blind chance,
She sees us and not sparing ruining;
But he believes her crowd, and long, long will
Catch her in the dark and call her destiny.

Science eh, illuminating my mind and my urge
Drowsy minds to push on the right track!
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Rest to expect eh! - but where our forces
Aim into the open and torn veil
Where there is no truth yet, and fictions hateful, -
There is a welcome rest out of the grave,
There's even a dream of love - sick, restless sleep.

And in the idleness of the mountain, and the mountain is in labour!
Respond, where you happy, where?

He's like a Titan shakes the darkness
Searching for the exit, the lights,
Not people believe he is the mind,
And the gods are not waiting for an answer.

Salvation - the power of denial
In love - the germs of ideas
Ideas - a way out of suffering.

Loving the mask he can't stand
And purchase anything
In replacement of happiness is not asking.
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His vices were ours, ours!
He's with us drinking from the same Cup
As we poisoned, great.

- No, I'm the same as all
So a spoke in a wheel...
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Why his iron bus
The worldly way of rolling
It captures the dirt?