Author of quotes: Dmitri Minaev

About the other thief did not say to the side:
"BOP it!.."

Why the stars in the sky?
Many reports I've heard.
And solved the riddle myself:
"Probably the difference
The stars of the heavens".

Do not trust the hope.
It terribly often lying.

Do not believe the slander that we are on the spot,
Though evil tongues talking about it and calling...
No, no, we are not standing motionless, but all together
Together and moving... back.

Too many years without fatigue
Waging a war two generations
A bloody war;
In our days in any newspaper
Enter the battle "Fathers" and "Children."
Razyat each other these ones,
As before, in the old days.

Morning. The whole city waking up from sleep...
Working people everywhere are fleeing.
The rumble and the traffic, Someone swears
And... you will definitely hit somebody.
Noon. The capital like more elegant,
Back and forth the crews scurry...
A crash on the front hit the rear
And... you will definitely hit somebody.
Evening. The streets gas lit,
Speech free fall and the whip
Like something alive in the hands of a rising
And... you will definitely hit somebody.
Night. People are sleeping already. The time has come for them
To finish your day-to-day work.
If we step down the street will do
There's sure to hit somebody.

I knew her as a lovely child once,
One day, when she was the tenth year
She her doll accidentally broke
And cried all night long.
Raced as clear cloud childhood,
But how things have changed my friend!
She is my heart broke into pieces,
But crying about it am I the only one!

The poet understands how to cry flowers
As evidenced eared rye,
That whisper in the evening trees the leaves
What each cabbage dreams
He thinks the world's a wood louse
He knows keenly that the thoughts of pine,
As delirious early morning, with sleep,
And only the poet will not understand one:
What it thinks poor people?

A wig on a bald head wearing,
I do not rely on dev
And don't expect anything from the ladies,
Though sometimes they will give...

You are sad to shout: "whether I was or not?
A hundred centimeters in my waist..."
Indeed, this will
Praise I Express will not.

Family forgotten and abandoned,
For the humble, for the brooch she
Once caressed me;
And now, forgetting about the husband,
Only wants orgies with dinner
With oblivion in wine.

Know about women: emancipation
Only demeans the noble class;
Suddenly you will disappear neatness and grace,
You will drink cognac and champagne.
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Tired than in the scientists you debate
Better mistress to be fulfilling,
"Lady, pleasant in all respects"
Or Box, Darya Petrovna.

Having many talents,
Unfortunately, our quartermasters
Prepodnesenny people.
Another, hearing the word "crow"
Decides that said: "thief it!" -
And it is, of course, account;
And if someone will spill the beans
Innocent word "Sparrow",
He starts to shun,
Catching the sounds: "the thief beat!"

The king is indignant: "What a day, what a disaster!
: For ominous news.
Everywhere covetousness, flattery, bribery, enmity,
In no one no truth, no honor...
Arson, murder, lechery, robbery,
Judas sits on Judas..."
The king turned to the jester: "Oh, say:
What happened to honest people?"
And the jester laughed: "Oh, you're a wizard!
Clearing the land a little,
In the link you sent all the honest people
And he raised the alarm!"