Author of quotes: Aleksei Fedorovich Merzlyakov

Wouldn't walk the red girl
Along the meadow-meadow;
Not to look for if through the eyes
Handsome, swashbuckling!
Not to love would be red chick
The young guy;
To save the red girl
His tender heart!

I loved you, I good to be sought,
Looking for the unfortunate, to give him a cover;
I lost you, my spirit has hardened:
My kindness was your love!

I loved you in sweet inspirations
I sang with the dawn of each beautiful again;
I lost you and my genius eclipsed:
Ah, my genius was your love!

Amongst the plain valley,
On the smooth altitude
Blooms, grows tall oak
In mighty beauty.
High oak, spreading,
One all in the eyes;
One, one, poor thing,
As a recruit on the clock.