Author of quotes: Konstantin Mikhailovich Simonov. Page 12

Minimizes trouble
Whose severity he understands
A bit of his ice -
Running reminds.
Glides in search of a word
Not to say neither "no" nor "Yes",
And down at the bottom, flows severely
History
heavy
water...

The light of extinguished stars for another thousand years
Comes to us. And she, the star, to people?
You have been kinder to her, and warmer, and brighter,
And time - a thousand years I can't live,
At my age you got me out of friendship to Shine.

Where are the real friends
There friendship is not visible.

Too many friends not dokrichatsya
Seen the death of a generation.
Not all will increase
In our mountain-tested vision.

Here we have used
to be killed -
the responsibility of the enemy.

What a pity that it is often a memory in our lives
Not about roads, trails, stations,
And the labels mineral water,
About brands of wines and cans...

Their habits and not human...
Tell me, can anyone
To torture an old man, dragging a rope,
Raping the mother in front of children
To bury the inhabitants of peaceful living
For what guise you are not one?..
No! Lie! Someone else was named!
People nobody believed for a long time.

Just so happened that the woman does not like
You with friendship only naterpitsya shame
And happy is he who is getting chopped off,
Leave, not to return ever.

I'm here to share with anyone not want.
Its rare you will hear here name,
But if I am silent you are silent,
And the air here is populated by persons of yours.

They (stars) are burning a cowardly and shameless.
I'll never be one of them,
They let you in the sky closer,
Than me, you forgotten on the ground.
I will not say goodbye to the danger of the earth,
That the peaceful sky to freeze, as they
Become a better you padeceu star
To me hands give.
In the sky love a woman bored
And was released or not...
You will fall to my earthly hands
I'm not a star. I'll hold you.

Be a disaster in my life
But who would we not judged
I myself life to you
Sentenced yourself.

You told me "I love you",
But it is at night, through clenched teeth.
And in the morning bitter "tolerate"
Hardly restrained lips.
I believed at night lips
The hands of a wicked and hot
But I didn't believe at night
Night words of the blind.
I knew you lied,
You to love me wanted
You just night lie could,
When the soul rules the body.
But in the morning, in the sober hour when
Soul strong again as before,
You once said Yes
Me, waiting in hope.

So with those in the dark, in the hops
Not confused with the same words,
You suddenly said to me "I love you"
Almost calm lips.
I've never seen
You, in those words of separation:
Love, love... night station,
The cold hands of grief.

It is necessary for glory to judge
just knowing
how she gets.

An educated person differs from an uneducated, which continues to consider their education incomplete.