Author of quotes: Yevgeny Aleksandrovich Yevtushenko. Page 4

God forbid liars to close the mouth
the voice of God heard in the children's scream.
God grant to the living witness of Christ
let not men in the women's face.
Do not cross backrest we bear,
good day
Not to Sviritsa in all
God forbid, but just a little God!
Give God everything, everything, everything
and all at once - so as not to hurt...
God forbid all, but only
what then will not be ashamed.

God forbid to be a hard nut to crack,
not devoured nicley gang,
neither victim be, nor executioner
neither gentleman, nor beggar.
God forbid smaller lacerations,
when there is a big fight.
God forbid more different countries
without losing one, however.
May God grant to your country
you are not kicked beetle-crusher.
God forbid that your wife
loved you even to the poor.

Told the pastors that harmful
Galileo and unreasonable, but,
as time has shown:
who is foolish, he is wiser.
Scientist, contemporary of Galileo,
Galileo was not stupid.
He knew that the spinning earth,
but he had a family.
And he, sitting with his wife in the carriage,
accomplishing his betrayal,
thought of making a career
meanwhile ruining it.

Oh, chivalry is sad Cyrano,
you of the men moved to women.
In love you are either a knight, or you
don't like. The law is adamant:
in whom Dar is no love unshared,
in fact, no gift of God's love.

Perhaps we are just cowards
when we customize our tastes
under what cards podostupney, paprasta.
Not just whispering in my inner bastard
dirty subliminal darkness:
"Uh, bro, this is a difficult lesson..." -
and I cowardly slipped away in the simplicity
and maybe a great opportunity
unrequited love lost.

And did I do something not so?
Yawn, are we playing as in the game of cards,
in greasy, worn out by passion,
fear of tragedies, true passions.

Unrequited love is terrible
but for those who of all the world stock exchange, fight,
love unrequited funny
as the profile of Cyrano de Bergerac.
One of my enterprising kinsman
told my wife in the theater "Contemporary":
"Oh, Cyrano its found?
Here is a fool! I, for one, would never
so do not suffer because some women...
The other would have found it".
In the poisoned eyes of his wife
scored shone something widow.
Husband perlo - already popped the stitches! -
a deadly spiritual health.
Oh, how many such guns,
suffering no suffering.
They have a Baba: no beautiful ladies.

As the President said about you,
You're a "quitter".
Every dead - slacker,
But it's not his fault.

Not for the first time and not the last time
you are... calm Down, handle works,
and you trust me not better than the other yoke
to be in bondage and sufferings.
Not for the first time and not the last time
you were unfairly hurt.
But you're samoloty mired?
It is only degrading - humiliating.
Immoral suffering on display -
it imposed a strict ban.
Not for the first time and not the last time
suffer you...
So what do you suffer?

Do not give flowers to the state,
Where truth is punished.

I dream of an old friend
who was the enemy,
but dreaming is not the enemy,
and the same friend.

Today I don't like the increased anger of people towards each other and greatly increased the feeling of envy. Only partly this can be explained by social inequality. This personableness, especially when you read the Internet, I have never seen. Need to get rid of it. It is necessary not only others to learn to love, but also themselves. We are very easily insulted each other.

It was
The purest expression of hope,
At the moment
When, helpless, as the conscience of a thin pulse,
You put the flower
In durimanova the barrel of a gun
And said, "Flowers are better than bullets."

Don't disappear... Disappearing from me,
rasoplast, you will disappear
itself forever there are changes,
and it will lower the unfairness.