Author of quotes: Valery Bryusov. Page 2

You're a woman, you witch drink!
It burns with fire, barely mouth penetrated:
But drinking the flame suppresses cry
And praise wildly amid torture.

The stars closed lashes,
The night was wrapped in mist;
Stretch of dreams string,
In the heart of love and deception.
Someone in the darkness of longing,
Someone's sobbing sound;
The memory of past draws,
In the heart is a mockery and poison.
Shadows of forgotten criticisms...
Caress recent deception...
Stars dumb far
The night was wrapped in fog.

How boring it is! Men are not satisfied with what we give them, and even the fact that we love them. Each of them ought to we were given only one him, and loved him so as he wishes. <...> say I want you, all of you, but no one would think, sufficiently deep and wide for his soul!

Where you - as the Rock, no mercy,
I am your trumpet, your standard bearer I
Call on the attack, with the battle to take the obstacles
To the Holy land, to the freedom of being!
But where you shout to me: "Not more!"
But where you sing a song of victory,
I see a new battle in the name of the new will!
Breaking - I will be with you! build - no!

Once olibas when you select the road,
They stubbornly went on, looking at your compass.
Their work is great, their steps were firm,
But leading them away from the target every hour!

The sea was already burning under the rays, and the clouds of ether
On resolveto shone Aurora crimson big:
As the winds calmed down, suddenly the slightest subsided
Breath, and fighting with a stationary marble of the paddle.

A pear with an Apple tree in the garden I have planted trees,
On the bark marked the name of the one you loved.
No end no rest from that time, for passionate agony:
The garden, all leaves, all the passion burning, the branches are drawn from the letters.

I arrived tired but drunk and tired, and all the new that is revealed to me: the sea, peace, mountains, South air.

Silver, lights and tinsel, -
The whole world of silver!
The pearl, burning birches,
Black naked yesterday.
<...>
The embodiment of dreams,
Life with a dream game
This world charms
The world silver!

In the woods when we're drunk rustle,
Of the leaves and the smell of the field,
Six thin shells with smokeless powder
He lays silently in the drum.
He was a loyal friend, he is the Prince of Denmark
Says the immortal monologue
A stubborn involvement fraternal
Calm and gentle, quiet and strict.
In his smile, weird long,
In the deep shade of black eyes
There is a seductive maelstrom of secrets,
Powerful pushing us...

In human life it is clear there are two laws: the desire for perfection and thirst for fellowship. Their sources are not in the world of consciousness; you can approach them by inspiration, not by reasoning. The issues being the wrong way thoughts; truths not in evidence.

Yes, you can love hating,
To love with a marred soul,
With the latest curse of seeing
Last happiness in one!

We bright colors are not used
Our clothes - the color of earth;
And timid eyes we drooping
Eke slowly in the dust.
We breathe in indoor dust
Live among paintings and books
And dear to our impotence
Separate verse, private moment.

And again you wander in the crowd unchanged,
Full of earthly desires.
Moments of mystery as mystery, instant,
And the heart won't remember them.