Author of quotes: Fedor Nikolaevich Glinka

And mind you, everyone is in debt!..

Time of war every military does.

I called the captivity,
My fate tears and sadness!
But I am silent - a share
She took my hand.

Don't say: "a Poet of quiet
And idle guest lives here!"
He letters to the dead and discordant
Life, thought, and the system gives...

Two I fought in me:
One exploded in the rebellion of anxiety,
Another sweet in the silence
Sit in the quiet of the road
With himself, in himself.

Sometimes the sad man,
Lies in the chest anguish!
Then would the tears poured and the river...
But the river dried out!
No thoughts of the past, past courage
And my future
Lies like a white sheet of paper:
I think...
Oh! Who's that white sheet will be written out
And you write in it?

Some feeling refreshed
My yearning breast,
The soul is something waveseries
And told me: "Forget
Forget the sad past!"
And I am obedient, I forgot everything.

Grow and rise above the vices,
Everywhere the passions of the victorious cry
Where did you go, prophets!
Where is your oneplease beach?!

No, my friends! Heart splintered,
And empty head...
It is so smartly fought, fought,
And became... Feelings and words
Numb... I, wingless,
Stand. gladey and silence:
To fly to heights no force
And crawl not want!!!

Arise, Lord! where is thy judgment right?
Almost silent your terrible thunder?
How long, Lord
SIM wicked feast
For a sweet meal of life
Swearing by the goodness of yours?
Docol them sinners to boast
And say: "Long God."
True overflowed as the sea,
And drowning in it is your land!
They, like canes, broken
The laws of thy wondrous
And wild joy, like animals,
The crowd of frantic running
On a noisy feast of iniquity...

Can it be true to think we might
That land we were born
In a world where everything is perishable, false,
Where all passions subdued,
Where mortal sense of noble,
Always humiliated and forgotten
Because the whims of Vice
Reverence gives deep
Strong and speaks the truth.
No, no! There is another world, the world is eternal,
Where there is no corruption, of blood, of tears,
Where the moan of a heart
Before the voice of proud superiority
In the court of the Creator of mankind has!

What is the love for the Motherland? Where does this strong, alive and for us a strange longing for that place where we were born? It often happens that Lisas culprits being his, losing all the cute, all my friends and even acquaintances, not having had any reason, no excuses look at home, still committed to her as to a dear friend. Date a home is a feast for the heart.

Who had time to look, how fade the sweetest of joy as die best the hopes of the people will never rely for the future and will not make calculations ahead! Experience! Experience the life-saving!.. But, with experience comes to the heart of sadness! Where are you, Golden days of my youth! A carefree time of dreams and hopes! Then I still didn't know how to read in the future... Now thrown into the storms of life, bought himself the mind is troubled...

Now if we doze off in peace
Devoted sons of Russia?!
Let's amnesia in military formation,
Come and the horrors of war
Friends, the Motherland, the people
We'll find the glory and freedom
Or all will fall to its native fields!
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There's the calling to battle other
Wife, sobbing, sends her spouse,
And the mother into battle - their sons!
The groom thinks the bride,
And louder pipes on the field of honor
Calling the love of the Fatherland!