Author of quotes: Nikolai Mikhailovich Languages

Poetically alive
Withered spring my
And there was given me another life,
Life is hard, but I...
The same I...

So you, the poet, in the hour of fear
And oscillations of the earth,
So the soul above the dust
And likam angelic calling.
And bring the trembling people
Prayers are with Gornja height,
Yes I'll take them and will
We are saved by our faith.

Last penny bluntly put,
Drunk in the name of past days
And poetically send
The funeral of my youth!

In the dust the hopes of the petty,
And deeds and thoughts tinsel!
We hope gold
Hearts to nourish young
Affairs of honor and goodness!

Hand free stronger
Hands, weary of the yoke.

Holy Russia - the majestic,
And the Orthodox, as was...

Do not call someone else's God
Live and drink on his own.

Farouche is our sea,
Day and night noise it;
Fatal in its scope
A lot of troubles buried.
Clouds are running over the sea,
Stronger the wind, swell mobiles;
Will storm: you wanna bet
And we wrestle with her.

Dreams of love dreams are empty!
I know them: Onet
Not just the victory of daring
And Paradise foretold to me.
I sang it and was waiting for something -
Poems listened to beauty
And answered me with a yawn
Her purple lips;
I said love confession -
And boring was our conversation!
All the fuss is about! Smile, eyes -
Well your predvidenie;
But you, my dear, nonsense.
Dreams of love - not worth the grief:
Deceive, deceived worse sleep.
And what is love? One wave
Great living sea.

Who will get it,
Miraculous Maria?
It is for the bliss born:
Eyes like the sky, blue,
And soft pink cheeks,
And all - ready for happiness
To her seductive beckoning
Alive the thirst of lust!
Blessed is he who is the first horror shall cover
Her beauty on the bed the night
Her kiss, another kiss
And trembling, close your eyes!

Fire and force of doom wonderful
Sparkled sublime your eyes;
An excess of feeling alive and clear
Your worried conversation;
Chest inspired awe,
Hope of glory hot
And courage proudly lifted
Your mighty shoulders!
Extinguished fiery eyes,
Silent prophetic mouth
Motionless heart, of eternal night
You closed the dark.
Goodbye, comrade! Were the years
You're a Cup of sweet beer;
In the gardens of science and freedom
Poetically you walked;
There you have created, slavolyuba,
There was raised and sent you
Their tireless gusts,
Their wide dreams.
And to the distant noise of the other world
You on high-profile cases
My enthusiastic Lira
Blessed and named;
Its a welcome sound
How superstitious you listened,
How hot friendly hand
His grasp and pressed!
Under the canopy of sweet light,
Showing off divney beauty,
In your sight gradusi summer
Fun raced a succession;
In their tiresome deceit
Did you clear the lot read
They were nadejalsja and advance
Triumphed and rejoiced.
Come, and here's your grave!
Winged thoughts the speed
Hope, youth and strength -
All decay, and MiG, and vanity!