Author of quotes: Maximilian Alexandrovich Voloshin

Limiting yourself.

Your God is in you, and do not seek another
Neither in heaven nor on earth:
Check out the outside world:
Everywhere there is law, causality,
But there is no love: its source is You!

And there is no worse history in the world,
Crazy than the history of Russia.

With love, he brings something new to the world.

But you are slaves to everything that is a pity to give.

In every robber, honor the God crucified in the depths.

The crazy thing is that the executioner is the Martyr Marat and Charlotte Corday with the same consciousness of heroism wanted to restore goodness and justice on earth.

Come on the world like children
Like the rustling sedge,
And the bitterness of the past centuries,
Knowledge and acrid juice.
A mysterious swarm of dreams
Bring the blossoming of our days.
Child - unrecognized genius
Amid the humdrum grey of people.

Yes on the first on Struga, on the Falcon,
With Paulownia - captive Princess,
Rangoussis, whistled, Yes clinked,
Yes swept in over the river arrow.
Yes, as click podruchnyh minions:
"Vaska CSS, Sheludyak Yes, wild Boar!
You go to touch the landlords,
Governor, Yes, priests, Yes, nobility.
Potamitis-ka lordly nest
Simmered them dogs lyutee!
On poles with a crossbar grapes
Parisvisite dog children".
Well in Russia I was out celebrating:
Walked, and ate, and drank,
And all that did neumannova,
Cruel death of his pay.
We were received with honor and with affection,
Out bread and salt to meet
As the sacred chain but with caution
Brought to Moscow show.
So royally respecting torture:
I was razumeli each joint
Yes verily baptized with the resin liquid I,
Seven were buried posts.

Governor orders kalinya
Eh all the people in their provinces?
Splendidly, Yes Nagahama...
And from it even the saints fans.
Something, I feel it is time my
To walk in Holy Russia.

I was waiting for the suffering for so many years
The whole integrity nesoznanka happiness.
And the pain came like a quiet blue light
And wrapped around the heart, as the wrist.
The desired beam is brought
Such burning, excruciating caress.
Through the wet tears luchistoi
The world unseen spilled paint.
And my heart was made of glass,
And it sang so finely wound:
"Oh, the pain when whatever came,
Always comes too soon."

We in fact know nothing: neither the capacity nor the sense of gravity or mass of the planets or the shape of their orbits...

At the post office - closed. No emails. In the morning - depression. Books don't satisfy you, drawing too. Want events, arrival of friends, change of life.

I love the rustle of tired
Old letters, long words...
They have smell, they have a charm
Of dying flowers.
I love patterned handwriting
It is the rustle of dry grasses.
Quick letters friend essay
Whispering a sad verse.
I'm so close to the charm
Their tired beauty...
This is the tree of Knowledge
Leafless flowers.