Author of quotes: Andrey Dmitriyevich Dementyev

I do not need anyone.
Do not have to swear allegiance to the country
For her to poverty I have lived.
Because one third of my land in the fire.
I do not need anyone.
I "young wolves" is not a decree.
They, of course, a lot of us younger
But not more talented than us.
And new world, old worthless
Among their contentions and troughs.
I do not need anyone,
Because they have never lived on credit.

All the fuss is about...
And the eternal search for money,
And waste them, and the composition of books.
All the fuss is about.
But not going anywhere
Their anguish,
Single sheet, like a scream.
I'm not one to live in such captivity,
Hoping for some clearance.
We were born to make a fairy tale
Pain.
But it turned out that the tale is not.

Not all our enemies to bits
Not all grievances forgotten.
Someone in the face I should...
And what did not - we will continue.

Want a fun ice
Go own destiny.
Or, like vernal waters
Wash away all the obsolete in itself.

I go through the pain and gossip,
Rubbing the bruises.
May they not soon heal.
But we'll learn from mistakes.

On someone else's envy will keep silent...
Evil people something very similar.
I know their plan by heart,
Because many have experienced and lived.

I have the enemies lose interest.
Not meet stupidity resentment.
I'm going off the rumor,
So many times in her tub washed.

Don't rush fast a bird
The years and fate.
Everything will come and it will happen.
Know this for yourself.

Everything will come, and it will happen
In this life difficult.
Not the end of the border
Between work and a dream.

Divided Russia into castes...
Revived the plebeians of gentlemen:
All Fudge is now ready.
But what are the Russian people?..

Plundered Russia.
The destitute country.
No, we are not asked
To change their lives and times.

And in underground transitions
Many beggars as in war.
Asking for money from people
Well, who's going to give him?

Again Russia rhetoric is thrown,
Because they believed it.

And Russia is also in trouble writhing.
Angry, tormented, grieving.
Dying alone
From malnutrition and resentment.