Author of quotes: Naum Moiseyevich Korzhavin

Not come love, and love
To enjoy life - just to live
I don't like the word immense
All inventions are not worth being
I couldn't love you stronger than love
And longer life - and may not be
A sense of the immense words, perhaps, in the fact
To hide the weakness in something simple

They are the source of all unhappiness
His and our Sin is not small.
But - do not judge...
I myself was involved in.
I also approve of.
All approved: steep steps
Love to fight and simply spirit. -
For friendship light
for the flame of Faith, -
Which was not around.
Forgive me, forgive me, Motherland,
I'm not out there looking for you.
When they are kicked out of life
I just think used.
Little was known to me,
But all seemed to I suffered.
They were kicked out it's not fair,
That was clear honesty in them.
Behind them I saw the storm,
Love... And where to see me
For their trouble - other tears
Those that cast all over the country.
Before their fate I am not guilty.
I lived it, it was screaming.
That is the main blood
Always silent. It was forgiven.
For those youngsters I'm all
Sick... In their shoes body got.
This blood was another man,
And I more was progress.
Anger itself - it is not in vain.
I was going on about the lights.
And yet, what is there? The choice is clear.
Although used to look at our day:
Those tragedy strikes
Destiny... Man not so rich:
Reasons not looking. Memoirs -
Not writing... be Alive, well and happy.
Sin - the blood shed from faith in a miracle.
And the blood of others is a sin doubly.
And I was silent...
But henceforth, I will not:
Still silent - that blood on me.

Not revenge I call quite avenged.
Calm down, the country! Get, life.
We are all each other have paid
For everything long ago, -
and the account is closed.
What to take with them -
with the sick and the old.
It was all in their lifetime.
I them myself to close the bunk
Shared soup and anguish.
They believed that the innocent,
Their fate, as the sky thunder.
But no! That was the reason
- Was called: the great fracture.
They are proud of it... Barely
You will understand someday,
That the whole country broke the backbone of
And soul crushed her - in those days -
When out of loyalty to science,
All the fates, standing across
Gave themselves power - in the hands of
Those who can't,
those who could not.
So began the happiness of the ovary,
They are prophetic consciousness of rights -
Itself has led to the belief in Envy,
Her hands boldly unleashing.
In the village only...
Of course!
Well, the city has a flood?
Flood!
Ah, where they know the heart,
All around country.
What's in it - not in prison
in glory, in power,
They entered the excitement of the struggle,
Calm yourself prejudge
The twists and turns of her own destiny.
Who would stand up for them - they are the same knowing
That conscience needs to be flexible.
Live country soul alive
Silent in the swoon of sleep.
No victories are troubles
From losses. the Idea is simple.
But their trouble was a victory. -
For her open - emptiness.

All for you. Be proud of the Motherland.
Understand, forgive them this zeal:
The idiocy of peasant life
I wanted them eradicated.
To end power - ancient power
Things to select their.
And with her lead the way to happiness
Columns in close formation.
They all hurt: snow and wind
Laws, mind, laughter, spring,
To his own conscience... Everything.
With everything in the world was at war.
They led was one in Russia
Happy days drawing simple.
The whole life plan...
But the life - element.
Tore plan. Broke system.
Was torn from his hands. Was at. Ill.
But the same slogan was: "Give!"...
Knives on the living body
They draw a drawing.
Even on sand - and building the building.
Who dare - the right.
They are for a reason
Seemed a little compassion.
Cheating debt - kindness.
No wonder used - in the waiting
His unfulfilled destiny
Consider
loyalty test
The cruelty of the class struggle.
Fight!
They deified
Her from morning till dusk.
And each other was set
People just walked it.
And life ruining, destroying
Words - communication nature.
They were surrounded by empty darkness.
The harder believed in words.
Yet with great effort,
Tired of the blood and worries,
Came to win...
Won. -
Themselves and whole nation.

Naivete in grownups - the power of the elements.
With common sense - a nervous battle.
I'm sorry. I'm Sorry, Russia,
For what he did to you.
For the inspired violence
For ingenious fools.
For those youths that taught to live
Reasonable, adult men.
Taught evil, fear of failure.
When all taught - in the afternoon with fire.
In agitators words.
And paternalistic, with a belt.
In the name of good and accomplishments
Hopes of a distant Land.
In the name of faith in the provisions
Three boring books that I have read.
Naivete? Maybe.
And, indeed,
What's the quality of the mind?
They were very naive, -
Rushing in with a roar in the house.
When raced like angry storms,
Enemies possible death in revenge,
Quite naive.
So naive
As the Germans ten years later.
Yes, there in the snow novosele,
Where in the steppe composition of the unloaded convoy.
Where with a rare courage
suffered
And children crying and women wailing.

Naivety!
Enough emotion!
It is not grace.
Naivety can be from laziness,
From the unwillingness to understand.
From indifference to losses.
To love... But it is also laziness.
Much calmer time to believe,
Than to live and think every day.
So beware of those in whom the spirit of iron,
Who barred the doubt way.
In whose heart the fear to see the abyss
Stronger than the fear in her step.
So nothing sad experience.
Their slogan is "faith, like granite!"
This whole world will drown in blood,
But only integrity will keep.
He is the spirit of the poor, but to the idea
High duty lead.
Leads!
Can not... can Not...
Where I don't know... But leads.
He did not even distinguish,
Where it is greed, and love.
So be it.
But it does not soften.

Old song.
A thousand years:
He loves her
And she did - no.
Century replaced,
Blizzards sweep,
Various thoughts
People live.
But just as stubbornly
At all times
It somehow
She does not like.

Do not, my dear, do not setuy
That left so quickly.
An unexpected woman
Gave you all I could.
How long do you yearn for the light,
But still do not yet comprehend,
What lightning do not Shine for a long time,
Only flash for a moment.

What I zitsa them
To think unusual.
I'm sitting in the police station,
Find out the identity.
That isn't surprising
For me, the poet.
The identity of the suspicious -
Document no.
I've thrown
Because also
You got me, good
Not figure out can.

In our times of need
Man need a wife
Unbreakable cozy house
So from dirt to hide in it.
Strong labor and green garden
And children's trusting eyes,
Faith timid in their ways,
And soul that go into it.
In our vile times
The human conscience is necessary,
Those thoughts that matters to anything
Friend, I trust him.
So in a week at least one hour
To be free and young.
The sun, air, water, food
All that is necessary to all and always.
And then maybe he
To wait for another time.

Not with the Lord into this world was sent,
So we went, nothing redeeming.
No, let there dirt, let the temptation a lot
Here and Love is celebration.
And only here can we comprehend God
And forgiveness It.

Choice - lifetime match.
Anywhere there is no escape:
To fight evil to spread.
Surrender - the evil dissolve.

Time to fight. But the fight is impossible.
It makes no sense. Emptiness. Nothing.
It's the truth. But be careful:
Something that lasts... That is all.

Free the woman from pain.
And from the worries that dried - a lot of them.
And from the passions that turn suddenly
A slave that all myself captivated.
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The charm of courage - which
She risked their happiness, spends.
What courage can be the one
Anyway for daring not to pay?
Where is the thrill in it take suddenly?
By what power in the abyss we pull?
Free the woman from pain.
And from fate. And women will not.