Author of quotes: Yevgeny Abramovich Baratynsky. Page 3

No, not to be what it was before!
What happiness to me? Dead my soul!
"Hope, man!" told me friends.
Not too late to yield me hope
When almost to wish am I not?
I'll braminus immodest their participation,
And every day I faith them poorer.
What in the void of their incoherent speeches?
A long time ago I parted with happiness.

We parted; for a moment the charm,
For a brief moment I was my life;
Words of love to listen, I will not,
I'm not going to breathe a breath of love!
I had lost all of a sudden;
Just started the dream... the dream is gone!
One now sad perplexity
Left to me from my happiness.

Meanwhile one whether rich
Available holiday bowl?
Our simple feast,
But not inferior to their peers.

But I am, in obscurity, for life life love,
I bezzabotny soul
Tremble before fate eh?
Not for eternal times, I am eternal for myself:
Not one do the imagination
Storm them says something?
The moment belongs to me,
As I belong to the moment!
That needs to the former Il future tribes?
I don't unvoiced for them strum the strings;
I minimumy, fairly rewarded
For sounds sounds and dreams.

My gift is lame and my voice is not loud,
But I live on earth my
Someone kindly being:
It will find my distant descendant
In my poems: who knows? my soul
Will be with the soul in its intercourse,
And as I've found a friend in a generation,
The reader will find in the offspring I.

Do not tempt me needlessly
The return of your tenderness:
Frustrated alien
All the seduction of the old days!
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I sleep, sweet is the sleep;
Forget experienced dreams:
In my heart an excitement,
Not love will awaken you.

Spring, spring! As high
On the wings of the breeze,
Seizes to the sun,
Flying cloud!

And in the bucket and in bad weather
Oppressed sadness, angry,
But true happiness
Nowhere but in ourselves.

Look at the face of this cold,
Look: there is no life;
But as it old passions
Another notable trail!
So ardent current Ledenev,
Hanging over the abyss,
Having lost its former menacing roar,
Keeping the movement look.

He was deceived by my heart,
I've been deceived by my mind;
But never, friends,
Deceived I was not stomach.

Gave two shares of the Providence
The choice of human wisdom:
Or hope and excitement,
Or hopelessness and peace.

No, you cheated rumor
Still I breathe you,
And me their rights
You haven't lost over the years.
Others I smoked incense,
But have you been to the Shrine of the heart;
Prayed new images
But with the anxiety of starovice.

Bait affectionate speeches
You don't deprive me of reason!
Of course, you many a mile,
But you love a bad joke!

You love me, saying you
But once a prisoner you more
You really nice I, but alas!
You and the others are nice too.

And, pressing to his heart Nina
From Nina heart he harbored.