Author of quotes: Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov. Page 4

Three words, a short look
Yes fingers with a cool skin...
So it was a year ago
Three and four, too...
Hidden, track melts
A mysterious kind of messenger.
And only flowers in the bouquet
Yes, the sound of heels on the stairs...

Hugging like a bunch of snow
Brings them every time
The girl in the early hours
Like from the book Zweig.
Will flash for a moment, like a flame,
Words shyly-quiet:
- Thank you for the poems! -
Down and talks about his heels.
Who is she? Where he lives?
To ask useless!
Romance in a closely.
Where everything to be known -
Beautiful will be gone...

September. The seventh number is
The day of my birth,
The sky in the morning skidded
And in the house, all the clouds out of spite,
Spring mood!
It hovers over the table
A cloud of white.
And the smell of spices and gentle
Stronger than wine intoxicating.
The buds are tight, crisp,
Drops grew cold.
It's bizarre,
Like the white more often
They invented Santa Claus.
What has the year get
I have this hi from roses.
And ask the question:
- Who, who brought? -
But still don't know.

And it is impossible that the people did not say:
Doctor dares to be a grabber.
Well you high way ourselves,
Same oath you gave a light!
Ile now it's all to do with it?!
Well if Yes, then there's a reason
All such here to chestnut straight from the shoulder:
- Well out of our medicine,
Because it is truly sterile
And the robe, and the title of doctor!

My grandfather, last of the old country doctor,
Anger drove people into the street
For any gift or chicken
So after with shame even cry!
Well, the descendants of the forgotten honor?
No, not so! Our wonderful doctors!
Only people without high ethics
And today, unfortunately, is.
And when the mournful prepodnosheniya
Someone greedy happy look,
I see is black
Crisp white Bathrobe.
Black-black as chimney soot.
And those bathrobes not replaced.
Not to clean brushes, and even
No dry cleaning do not wash.

And that example inspired
(Because fish spoils from the head),
Take the wages already and subordinates,
Almost in its own right.
The benefit of the mountain just to teach:
The ruble, to take the robe without waiting
Nanny - a three, and sister to five,
So to say "good attention".
And do not give - will secessia forever,
For there, behind the wall of the hospital,
Your friend or loved one
Your miscalculation will feel great...

As well as on the land of my
Was their - worthy and honest;
The famous and quite obscure
Not schadivshie heart for people!
And if not for the hands of doctors
There, in smoke, in Nahodka the infirmary
It was not used, probably the world
Neither me nor my poems...
Only if in the noble cause
Suddenly raschetets emerges sometimes
It's bad, well, almost like dirt
Or ulcer on the healthy body.

Because of that, many years ago
In fidelity to the vocation and honor
In the bright hour with his disciples together
Swore the great Hippocrates.
And now solemnly and sacredly,
Honest hearts are hot,
The same proud Hippocratic oath
In the service of the people, the soldiers,
Swear new doctors.

If all the professions in the world
Suddenly to fold a mountain on the planet
You probably have the top
Would flash the word "Medicine".
For almost the stone age
It was not more honorable fate,
Than to fight in the flame of struggle
For the salvation of human life.
To give everything to overcome the disease!
The goal is Holy. But the sanctity of this thought
Requires very clean hands
Both literally and figuratively.

Still have this opinion,
That happiness is burning:
Search, dream, work
And saucy wings takeoff!

According to a fourth, it
With cute to sit there until dawn,
One day, to confess in love
And never part again.

Still others believe that happiness
It's a big part:
Care, warmth, attention
And common experiences.

Others believe that happiness
In a large salary and power
In the eyes of secretaries captive
And trembling subordinates.

What is happiness?
Some say: - This is passion:
Cards, wine, Hobbies -
All the thrills.