Author of quotes: Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko. Page 2

For the soup, spicy to tears,
composed in the pot,
alcohol diluted in Pechora,
we drank on the boat.
The boat danced on the waves
no bunching of the Trepak
and about the ice on the fullest
stripped himself of Boca.

I recover tried,
and the cries of flocks of birds
on the deck I was running
as for the ice weasels.
And then I saw the Nenets.
It is as if on a hill
sat arrogantly, Nemo,
like eternity, aft.
The clouds walked over him, navisnuv,
the wind was beating in my face, whistling,
well, he was silent, motionless -
tundra is a wise child.
I froze, imagining -
here who knows all about us.
But stared asked
narrow slits of eyes.

"Really,- in a fog
I shouted through the roar and the boom,-
themselves do not understand
and even more so with others?"
My cheeks got paulineli.
Vortex spray I was shaking.
"Really? Really?
Really?" - I whispered.
"Maybe I think is rude?
Maybe I'm blind and deaf?
Maybe it's not so silly
I myself am just young and foolish?"

A boat that sank
that soared, gray-gray.
Chest against the ropes I clung,
leaned over the water.
"You tell me, sorcerer,
blue globata,
why in me so
Goreva popota?
I waited, I waited for the cries of seagulls
but she cried at the side,
nothing answered
blue globata.

I fly through voices,
through the branches, light and chirping,
and butterfly eyes,
and hay rushing through the cracks!
Long live the movement and Hotness,
and greed,
triumphant greed!
The borders in my way...
I hate
don't know Buenos Aires, new York.
Want to hang out, as necessary, by London,
all to say - even if in broken.
A boy on the bus dangling,
Want to travel morning, Paris!
Want artists like me!
I let the art do not give plaguing
and let surrounded on all sides...
I so art besieged.

I love it
to all interspersed!
And all in me mixed
from the West
to the East,
envy
and to delight!
I know you will tell me:
"Where is the integrity?"
Oh, this is all a huge value!
I'm you need.
I heaped up to the top,
as sen young
machine cargo.

I'm different -
I overworked and the idle.
I cele-
it is also unnecessary.
I'm all incompatible
uncomfortable
shy and brazen,
the evil and the good.

May we uploaded
And even the eyes are dark,
You will mercachem, pitching,
Still...

Moscow commodity students like
And helps gives work.

For the lack of enemies you have to pay a lack of success.

You asked in a whisper:
"And then what? And then what?"
The bed was spread,
and you were confused...

About my age,
my friend is right!
My destiny
in your destiny.
Come on let's be honest
to tell the truth about yourself.
Anxiety along our fold,
tell yourself and others,
what to be can't
what I want to be.
We will not feel sorry about the loss,
samovoleva rathluba.

Something I often notice,
for someone, seen, celebration,
I russiano dream
I live a bit wired.
Among the very scary mean
polygeline,
polycast
aches:
surely I will not come out
had I not succeed?

Trust is not corruption, but outbreaks.
Fall in Euphorbia and grasses
and tempting too
back universe get.
In grief mischievous not to be shameful.
Even on the ruins of the soul
dirty and torn, like Zorba,
celebrating a disgrace, must dance.