Author of quotes: Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov. Page 3

Two books around, full of warmth,
Where in the veins of the row - elastic the beating.
Two books next to like two wings
Earthly love live the sequel.
I shook hands with you in a friendly way, not once,
Slowly somewhere in the city ringing,
And your pain and the storms of your eyes,
All your happiness, maybe for the first time
As a nugget, weighed on the palm.
And if sometimes you get tired of thin,
From someone's gossip or small words
Give up and turn away severely.
But only about you, think again
Ready to fight to the death for the love!

But what is death or immortality?!
Let the mystery become she and he
And yet every faithful and in love
And now, and beyond death.

The Palace of culture. Held hall.
And here we are three for very strong tea.
Tired, laughing and talking.
What I knew then? Didn't know anything.
But listened with slight surprise,
As your speech of the usual words
Suddenly took on new value
And everything from the walls to the stellar spin -
As if talking about love!
So Yes it probably was.
But the days of happiness, in General, short.
And soaring into the Zenith and had exhausted all forces
She's like a bird, first paid
For the "hundred hours" of bliss and longing...

Was the bull free and easy
Did not know that the sun is already low
And what if mom is far away,
The danger goes very close!
Yes, in the forest can not be otherwise.
And when he heard behind
Greedy and prolonged howl
Frozen in veal breast soul!
He ran, terrified mumbling,
Black ponytail by twisting a ring,
On the edge of the cliff, near the river,
He stopped hastily.
He saw that his death was close:
Behind - the wolves ahead - the river
And, at the last moment, finding salvation,
He took a step... in my poem!

Elastic stomping feet,
Was bull path meadow,
Pulled clover soft lips
And the foliage pinched overhead.
Black, smooth, with white sides
He walked, pushing his forehead bushes
And looked at birds and flowers
Stupid surprised eyes.
Is it not the case, in my opinion:
Overturned the nose, a tub of swill
And left my mother's stall
One of the many roads.

From the weakness of the neck is not to hold
The heartbeat is barely noticeable and rare...
He head quiet in the mix branches
Satisfied and ever will again close their...
Face funny striped
Lies on the fork without any force...
A life in two steps with thyme and matou,
Yes, sometimes in grief, no one is not nice...
And the wind of predgradie, tight, prickly,
Suddenly hit, rock bitch,
And sway, Chipmunk,
Hanging forever between earth and cloud...
Happened, the owl or ferret is disturbed,
He bravely knew how to defend themselves.
And meanness that to survive
Not every heart, as can be seen, maybe...

Old hunters say
(And for the older hunters, they do not believe!),
Tears glisten on the face of the beast,
And it's not so much from the evil loss,
How much resentment clouding his eyes.
Fit a branch, Chipmunk,
Now he's nothing hurts,
Any there is no drink he can't,
Just stays quiet, huddled like an old man.
Longing - like icicle: not burning, not eating,
Old hunters say
So bitch sit it can
Sometimes up to fifteen consecutive days.

But greed burns people of other
Before they had a chance to be born.
And people sometimes "smaller friends"
Not beaten, but "humanely" only to Rob them,
Robbery is still not a murder!
And, if inveterate poacher
Meet mink, Chipmunk,
The robbery will be done for sure
The most vile, evil way!
And is it easy to tell
What at sunset sitting dead
The "boss" that he sees completely dug
And in ashes ravaged his feet.

The sparkle of curiosity in gladisco black
Stand, Jogging, tight jump.
Racing to the top of the barrel provocatively
Fun and nimble little Chipmunk.
Running so it's not for fun -
Workaholic conscience and not for fear.
In cheek pouches, as in two rucksacks,
He wears and wears for winter nuts.
And the house under the roots - a complete miracle!
This bedroom and the trunk.
Nuts often sometimes to pounds
Keeps it meticulous Chipmunk.

Oh, annoying the judges!
What is the sin in a dream?!
After all, the dream of the people?
Not about the mountain, not on the hood,
But strive for beauty!
Look carefully:
How much light sometimes
In those charming smiles
And dreamy eyes!
A garden with a river resonate,
The stars are swirling in the darkness,
Songs in the wind arise,
Tales roam the earth...
My greetings to you, the discoverers
All the treasures of the planet!
Be happy, dreamers,
Restless seekers
Dreamers and poets!

The dream, she winged,
The dream, she lives!
And let her once
Someone frowning do not understand!
Let the London writer,
Met cold, Yes a candle, Said
then: "Dreamer!" -
Not believing Lenin.
Let the mumbling, let him brood,
Vidyas of blasphemy.
Still dream smarter
Still the dream stronger
As fire is stronger than darkness!
But grouch not silent:
- Not all are on fire.
There are those that dream
And personal, of his.

Oh, you owls-portatili!
Soul, sleeping in the darkness!
Yes, when it were not for the dreamers,
What would have happened on earth?!
You would have forever languished
Without the seas and Islands,
The planes do not fly,
Wouldn't read poetry.
Not heard used as drops
May Dewdrop in silence,
Never seen b like sparkles
The satellite in the dark sky.
What would you say,
But I guess without them
You'd still went
In the skins of their ancestors!

Not swine brain, buddy!
So muttered the neighbor one
The first ancient inhabitant
And cave tradesman.
Centuries passed, old mountains,
Dried up hundreds of rivers,
But, as of old, gazing reproachfully
A tradesman on the dreamer:
- A serious person!
"Frivolous"? And reads
About the moon and about lilacs.
"Frivolous"? And includes
TV every day.

The bourgeois and Philistine
About him mumbling the whole century:
- Dreamer, empty visionary,
A serious person!
Well, the dream is not new
To stumble on enmity:
Since clocking owls
On beaming star.
And before the book of letters
In the cave, among the rocks,
Our ancestor, Sigua mammoth
A friend grumbled:
- To what after all, people are strange,
There is a house and well-fed, so no
About cave wooden
Started neighbor.
So in the cold do not know, aroused -
In the midst of the fire with a pipe
Yes, "non-melting ice"
Insert in the wall. Well, hero!