Author of quotes: Yevgeny Abramovich Baratynsky

And the sea wave spoke to him.

I found a language for him.

To her the joylessness of long days.

How to cope with the folly of the fool?
He vpopad not say words;
Easier it with other persons
But wiser in another life.
It all wrong amazed
Turvy and everything he sees:
And stupid likes it,
And stupid hates.

I do not believe the assurances,
I do not believe in love,
And can't surrender again
Times changed dreams!

All thought, right thought! The poor artist of the word!
On the priest it! you shall not be forgot;
Everything here, but here both man and light,
And death and life and truth without the veil.

When child and passion, and doubt,
The poet looked deep into you
Dare you to share his excitement
In this mystery of sorrow Paluba.

Spring, spring! as the air is clean!
How clear the sky!
Its lazuriya live
Hurts my eyes it is.

A slave dreams of freedom?
Look: meek flow of river water
In these banks, the slope of their channels;
The majestic spruce is where increased
Powerless to go, the heavenly bodies
Assigned by an unknown force
Entails. Stray the wind is free, and the law
Its volatile breath put.
The inheritance to his obedient and we will
Rebel dreams humble or forget,
Slaves reasonable, dutifully agree
Their desires with their lot.

In the road of life equipping
His sons, mad men us
Dreams of gold the fate of good
Gives known stock:
We quickly years post
With the tavern taken to the tavern,
And those travel dreams
Runs life we pay.

She's coming! her mouth
Pressed against my lips I;
The shelter will be quiet for us
Under these elms thick!
The passionate excitement I was stressed;
But near helpful tame
Desires the passionate impatience:
We fortunately harm
And reducing enjoyment.