Author of quotes: Aleksey Nikolayevich Pleshcheyev

To your soul a shameful dream.

Okay, okay, kids, let alone time,
Will you and the protein will whistle!

Oh, if I, from the days troubles
Turning to the hope of a new,
The page dark past
From the book of life snatch could!
But no! Barren life story
Bitter tears do not flush!

We are not afraid of a new enemy;
Him and the Fatherland to cope.
See: it thins the darkness
So: for light to penetrate,
And shuddering, feels the evil,
What a celebration it passed.

Oh, if you knew, friends of my youth,
Beautiful dreams of mine, of noble impulses, -
What a painful longing poisoned
Pass my days in doubt infertile.

There was a time, in the heart of the young
Seething passion, who knew no obstacles;
On every fight with intrepid brow
I proudly walked to the spring thunderstorms happy.
It was time, the fire was burning in the blood
And I thought that the song is strong,
That truth can beam that a beam of Holy love
Kindle in the hearts of angry it.
Where are those forces, the courage of years past.
Ruined all the unequal struggle.
And emptiness - a barren life trail
Waiting for the inevitable as an ancient fate.

Encouraged life slyly
The unequal fight me.
And in the battle that I spent
A lot of passion and fire.
Only the people on the fun
Soon exhausted,
And I am left with consciousness,
I am weak and frail.

How often have I to question fate wanted
What Marina she makes me...
Why an unequal battle got me in a lot,
Why is it my hopes predoslovie...
There was no answer...

Intimidated by the darkness of the night I
And with that, I wander around;
Looking for a lamp in your fire,
And where obresti it - I don't know.

I do not see around welcome dawn!
Throughout the night, Yes night, wherever you cast a glance.
Disappeared without a trace my youthful summer,
In winter the sky sparkled the meteor.
How few pleasures they gave me.
As soon as the light dissipated dreams!
Frosts early ruthlessly beat
Reckless youth favorite flowers.

A love for the truth Holy
In you, I know your heart is beating.
And, right, opinion there exists
Incorruptible on my voice.

Let us be a guiding star
Amen to that off;
And, believe, the voice of the noble
No wonder the world's going to sound!

To proclaim the love of learning
We will be the poor, the rich
And it demolished the persecution
Forgiving the mad executioners!

Not make sense idol
Neither on earth nor in the sky;
For all of the gifts and benefits of peace
We fall before him in the dust!..