Author of quotes: Taras Shevchenko

I live, I study. I bow to no one and I am not afraid of anyone except God. It is great happiness to be a free person.

Drags people existence,
And prepojenie pans -
The Jews, the lads its good
The latter will try to pin the pants...

Circle of iniquity and bondage.
People are exhausted - is silent.
And reigning at the throne -
Boar chubby sits.
Stand up brothers, be honest!
Dishonor not to soil the hands.
And the sun with bright skies
Freedom will Shine suddenly!

Filthy Jews rule us!
And we are all worse than the Jews!
We sold octavsku glory!
The Jews to the yoke, we harnessed!

Deceive and are deceived. Well, if it happened only the first of April. Whence originated this ridiculous custom?

Night, moon, quiet, charming, poetic nights! The Volga river, the endless mirror, veiled by a transparent mist, gently reflects the charming pale beauty of the night and sleepy steep Bank, lined with dark groups of trees. Delicious, sweet soothing decor!

The evening was quiet, bright. On the horizon blackened the long strip of sea, and on shore it glowed in the reddish light of the rock, and on one of the rocks shone the white walls of the second battery and just strengthening. I admired his seven-year prison.

I, despite my sincere love for the beautiful in art and nature, feel insuperable antipathy to the philosophies and Estetica.

Can't remember who exactly, but some kind of deep comfort said that the surest turbometer have money. And he said rightly. True, real friendship, which is expressed only in extreme and difficult cases, and it even demands that a measure of this cold. The living, animate the language of friendship is money. And the more the need, the friendship is sincere, drives this hungry witch.

In the unforgettable day of the announcement me confirmation, I told myself that I will not make a soldier. Never did. I am not only deeply, even surface have not studied a single rifle reception. And it flattered my vanity. Childish and nothing more.

Sweet solitude! Nothing can be sweeter, better privacy, especially in the face of a smiling, blooming beauties of mother Nature. Under its sweet, magical charm people involuntarily immersed himself and sees God on earth, as the poet says.

The entire educated world knows preiswerte that Monday is a critical day, or just a rough day...

Died in captivity did not die in the wild.

In his house his own righteousness and strength and will!
In their hut its th truth, and power, I will.