Author of quotes: Yevgeny Abramovich Baratynsky. Page 1

I'm not captivated by another beauty,
Dreams jealous from my heart remove;
But the years of separation had elapsed,
But the storms of life I had fun soul.
Oh, you lived in the shadow of her incorrect;
Already I cry unto thee I rarely do, by constraint,
And my flame, gradually weakening.
He himself went out in my soul.

About the happiness from infancy yearning,
All the happiness I'm poor,
Or forever it will gain I
In the desert of life?

Expect boys boiling!
Fly, wings are given to you;
For you and the designs of the shiny,
And the hearts of fiery dreams!

Believe that the hope of seducing,
Who, vigorous inexperienced mind,
Only rumor Yasnovidyashii
With the fate of the mocking sign.

With the rising solar she
Tearing yourself flower
Somewhere walked and talked:
"Who will give a flower?
What's the rush? Eh I get bored
Cherish your flower?
No! Unworthy will not receive
My fragrant flower."
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The beauty of the brightest day shines, -
Have the flower girls;
Here is the afternoon, evening comes, -
The girl flower!
Goes. Delight met,
It is a lovely flower.
"You're nice! - he said, -
Take my flower!"
He is a virgin? He is arrogant:
"What I have your flower?
You give it to me - no wonder:
've left your flower."

You don't need my love,
Not too busy, you me
Not tenderness, your whim I
Recognition of passionate calm.

Live brave, my comrade,
Diversify leisure humorous!
Love, dreams, feast, and sing,
Presbrey rumors chatty
And censure and praise!

When I was inexperienced,
Of beauty proud,
The dreamer is too capricious,
I love love prayed;
I trembled in the anguish of desire
At the feet of the young witches;
But vainly gaze in their eyes
Searched for an answer and uznania.

He was close, close date,
You, my friend, I see!
Say: the thrill of waiting
Why not flutters my chest?
Not for me to complain; but the days of sorrow,
Maybe later has passed:
A longing for the joy I see -
Not for me its radiance
And I in vain the hope
Sick in my soul to Wake.
Destiny caressing smile
I enjoy not quite:
All it seems, I happy a mistake
And not to face the fun for me.

All cheated - I thought -
Than a heart that is ardent lived
That admired that body,after all.
What was the color of life!
Instructed by the truth, sullen,
Now with the idle soul
Living enthusiasm easy Roy
I'll replace the cold Council.

Love and friendship are different,
But how to distinguish between want?
They get equal want
We only get one bid.
Empty idea! The deception is in vain!
Friendship is a gentle, passionate,
Restrict the heart, moves blood,
And even carries your fire threat,
But with a girl she's beautiful
Always like love.

I was gullible: hope, enjoyment
Me with a smile beckoned to temno Dahl,
I meet the joy of a fancied - found one of sadness.

When listlessly, with sadness listen
I will dream about your future, about happiness,
When in my dreams your not gonna take,
As before, the ardent, the heart part,
Do not complain to me about the other pity:
Everything can be returned - dreams of no return.