Author of quotes: Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko

No need to fear the thick fog,
No need to fear empty pockets.
Do not be afraid nor mountain streams,
No swamps a swamp or dirty scum!
Do not be afraid of heavy tasks
And be afraid of cheap good luck.
Do not be afraid to be honest and broken,
And be afraid to be a liar and full!
Learn all in the face of fear to laugh -
only his own cowardice to be afraid of!

Go white snow,
like slipping on a string...
To live and live to the world,
but probably not.
Someone's soul completely,
dissolving away,
like white snow,
go into the sky from the ground.
And I loved Russia
all the blood, ridge -
its rivers in flood
and when beneath the ice
her spirit pyatistenok,
the spirit of its pine forests,
her Pushkin, Stenka
and its elderly.



Explanation of the quote:

Go white snegi...
this poem he celebrates his special treasure, which was dedicated and sincere love for Russia, its flowing rivers, wooden huts, old people, forests and fields. Hero emphasizes that, though he lived a difficult life, but he did it for the sake of Russia. Holds a lot of hope that life was not wasted, and creativity helped in the prosperity and development of his native country.

She will forget,
about me without difficulty,
just let it be,
forever, forever.
Go white snow,
as at all times,
as in Pushkin, Stenka
and after me,
Go big snow,
even painfully bright,
and my and others'
burying the truth.
To be immortal is not in force,
but my hope is:
if will Russia,
so, and I will.



Explanation of the quote:

Verse: Go white snow
Simon is still a young guy, very delighted with the beauty of winter and the quiet snowfall. He talks about the eternal theme of life and death. The man wants to live and live in this world, but comes to the understanding that it is impossible to do this forever and the hero is not waiting for immortality, hoping for a miracle. Someday he will leave this world, so it's about the idea that significant he can leave behind.

When a man forty years
then it's time to impose a ban
to thirst for pleasures:
after all, if the flesh is not overcome,
hums, licking his lips, the flesh -
to eat a soul she managed.
And flesh, in General, go nuts,
when completely samplen you
as the false-Christ, lips.
One novel, another novel,
as a result, only fog
and naked women - in the bath.

In politics such passion,
and after that the pirouettes of power,
and your monuments geniuses
as a bronze apology.
But still the dream is nice
well era,
and all you guys pedestals,
although a bit late.
Fly and be happy in flight
favorite homeland - Volodya.
Was before you added in the sky
as a patriot with the prefix "under".
But even "neopatriarchy"
a sudden turn in the aircraft!

We should try
to associate all people
his blood, like a thread,
that was the man
really brother,
and if you find life
only the great attempt
then after all this-
great is the result.

But among Russian works and battles,
though at times desperately numb,
resentment against Russia have not.
It is for them above all offense.

There are custom builders
ancient Greece bequeathed:
if you build you house
it is a particularly Sunny day
should you against the sun
to put the woman
and then start,
the first stone laying in her shadow.

Of course, I will die, even though this
too early to say yet
but will I still light
on the year, and perhaps century.

Leave us the light not stagnation,
you stay on your side.
We will doplease happiness to
let all feet knock!

People creature - it is...
Some of the ancient said:
to understand a person
it
necessary to represent the dead.
Here you can not argue anything.
I agree, but only partly.
To understand a person
it
it is necessary to provide power.

As I understand it, this is the destiny of all amputee - to hurt and to torment pain, healthy body, daily reminders of loss. <...> Imagine how sick an amputated conscience. Modern politicians have no conscience, I often wonder, torturing them at night, phantom limb pain?

Sincerity - is the risk worth the risk.

In the glass its a black nose
waits and waits for someone dog.
I hand the coat to put it down,
and also I'm waiting for someone.
Do you remember the dog, it was,
when this woman lived.
But who I was she?
Not the sister, not the wife.
And sometimes, it seemed, daughter,
where should I to help.
It is far... You're quiet.
No women here other.
My good dog, you're all good
and just a pity that you don't drink!