Author of quotes: Konstantin Mikhailovich Simonov. Page 1

If the bastard Sergeant brought up the point -
Don't grumble like a woman, don't get mad as a mule.
Be kind and clever, and you found
Our salvation in patience, soldier.

Far away hardly
We are of those that trampled
Heel glacial hills.
Was already such a law.
As we have all hush-hush,
Crooks and favorites
Eating from the public trough.

So man made.
Now, for ever and for ever
Reigns over the world of theft.

When my gun was talking with enemies as judges,
When the world shuddered in the crisp embrace of war,
Guess what I wanted the gun carriage?
About flowers of the field. Smiling wife.

I wish the world was unfamiliar with the war,
That he and no blood was bright!
Poems my drink as tea with milk,
Cup I'll send you a gift!

Yellow sheet over the tent of my flying,
Sorry everything is gone and leaving us.
It is a pity that the rain and in the autumn of life without embellishment,
Sorry those books - I read them when wanted.

In may, the green month,
From foreign parts, the Charter,
I returned to them in love,
With a kind word on his lips.

Perhaps we would be forgiven, if to meet again like that?
Well, God! And with God!.. And more a word about it!

With God! And may you not lie that I love it
More than any other... it is easier for us to be apart.
Let what will be, will be! It was what it was...
And thee and me to new destinies stretched hands!

With God! Goodbye! Oddly enough, we both cry.
Yes, everything was perfect! And more a word about it.
With God! And even if we assign a date,
We come not for us - another and another.

You loved her, right? So don't be afraid of separations,
She, not you, if you dare, crying.
The death of love is like a leap without stretched from the dome of the hands.
But you survived that day, though he to death was begun.

We love people workers
In the dream, and build, and plow we
We are not among the landing
On the neck of our people;
Despised the muzzle fed them
The preaching of the emetic,
We, hungry, proud, -
Unemployed comrades!
It is unlikely that they leave us in peace,
To drive people into animals.
We too can be like
Unemployed comrades!

Prostration democracy
For our carefree days!
I drink to you, my brothers,
Unemployed comrades!

We are the masters of coal, iron, bread,
Do it our voices.
We will leave in blouses blue as the sky,
And people will open eyes.