Author of quotes: Alexander Petrovich Sumarokov

There are many good people in the world, it’s hard to find another.

Nowhere, in a small fishing line,
When flows of the river,
That ran along the sand,
Was sterilise sheep.
There shepherdess with a shepherd
On the banks were steep.
Hooked over the grass,
I don't know exactly
How I fell into the ant,
Really or on purpose.
The shepherd raised it,
And he fell in.

I forgotten,
When I look at you;
Without you I lament
And thinking sit.
All watches are believed to be accurate,
And jealous in absentia,
Who sits against you.
You always look
And with joy heed,
What your tongue says.

Don't be sad, my light, makes me sad and very,
What I haven't vidaloca with you.
A jealous husband will not let me anywhere;
Turn only and he goes in there.
Forcing me to be with him always was;
He says: "Why not merry?"
I sigh for you, my light, always,
You're thoughts come n go never.

Fly, my sighs, you to the one you love,
And grief describe, tell me how you suffer;
Stay in her heart, soften the proud glance
And then come again to me ago;
But just bring me pleasant news,
Tell me, what else do I love there is hope.