Author of quotes: Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

I know that a night of love given to us
And bright, hot days for war.

Not the seven seals diamond
In God's eternal Paradise closed entrance,
He could feel the glitz and temptations,
And it does not know the people.
Is the door in the wall, long abandoned,
Stones, moss, and nothing else
Near - poor, like an uninvited guest,
And the keys from his belt.
By go knights and men at arms,
Pipe howl, a rattling of silver,
And no one would look at gatekeeper
Light of the Apostle Peter.
Dream: "There, at the Tomb of God,
The doors of Paradise will be opened for us
On mount Tabor, at the foot,
Bell promised hour."

Repetitive flashing
With the same pain my days,
Like roses fall
And dead nightingales.
But it is sad too,
I ordered love,
And under her satin skin
Runs the poisoned blood.

The flour of the strings on the lute,
Happiness does not have any,
Soaring into the sky besplatna,
Than sank to the bottom.

Every direction feels the love for different artists and eras. Expensive tombs connects people the most.

Child-wise, the painfully sweet sensation of our own ignorance, and that is what gives us the unknown.

18 years each makes of himself a story...

And we still have not forgotten
Though given us to forget,
A time when we loved
When we were able to fly.

But I swear you will be mine,
Even if you love another,
Even if for many years
You will not be able to meet me!

There are many people that, falling in love,
Wise, the house itself is erected,
Near their blessed NIV
Children quick the herd roam.
And the other - cruel love
Bitter answers and questions
Mixed with bile, shouting their blood,
Hearing their pain ringing of the evil wasps.

As if by heart you tread,
Scattering stars and flowers.
I don't know where you get them,
Just why are you so bright
And someone who could with you to stay,
On earth there is nothing to love?

I share with you power,
The servant of thy beauty,
Because complete happiness,
Latest happiness - you!

His eyes - underground lake
Abandoned, the Royal palaces,
Marked with higher shame
He never talks about God.
His mouth purple wound
From the blade, impregnated with poison,
Sad, somknuvshegosya earlier
They call the unknown pleasures.
And hands, the pale marble of the full moon,
They removed the horrors of the curse
They caressed the girls witches
And was in charge of the bloody crucifixion.
In the centuries he got the strange fate
To be a dream killer and poet,
Perhaps, as he was born, in the sky
Bloody melted comet.
In his heart of centuries of resentment,
In his heart of sadness without a name,
In all the gardens of the Madonna and Kipridy
He would not change memories.
He was angry, but not rage blasphemer,
And delicate the color of his satin skin,
He can smile and laugh
But to cry... cry he could no longer.

Only snakes shed their skin
The soul grew old and grew.
We, alas, are not similar to snakes,
We change souls, not bodies.