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What is our life? - a moment, a trifle.

But its taste intoxicates people like alcohol.

While a bloody rebellion power will not blow up,
Sitting on the throne of the king silent people.

There are days when even get in the loop
But I can't leave the one you love...

Men are driven by animal reflexes
And the tip member all the feelings they have.
Considering love is an Overture to sex,
They are lusting beauties any.

Errors of youth who did not commit, I ask rhetorically, friends?
Among them are correctable, but there are also those which are impossible to resolve.
Given the us experience in combating error, as a consequence, a heritage to boot:
In the future it might be useful, and there are such, when life then grief the heart weeps.

Hardly friendship on Earth close to what it should be would be ideal
Otherwise it would not be strangers, but friends, we in the mountain of your soul revealed.

Crescendo, the climax, the orgasm - as well, this phenomenon is not called,
The reward is he with a confirmation of the realization of earthly love.

When the singer does not live up to the gray, old age,
Perhaps for him such a fate, the outcome is one of the best.
Only Faust knows how under age love has suffered a poet,
But you know stically all, how happy he was before the death of Tyutchev!

Why among poets so many suicides?
Because in this life no third parties.

Sometimes it's hard to live in this world, believe me,
In anguish and alone, in the absence of love and death.

The time has come when silence is better,
The pain imposed on the heart print.

In the difficult days his mother told me:
"That Woe is past, need to sleep with him".

Not ripping the heart out of the clutches of love like a swimmer whirlpool
The more eager for freedom from it, the deeper you sink in it, on the contrary.