Author of quotes: Boris L. Vasiliev. Page 3

It was something going on, something new, a bit frightening, and the kiss was not the cause of this, and the multiplier mighty push has come in the movement of forces.

Art should come to the mind through the senses. It should disturb people, to make pain for others ' sorrows, love and hate. A troubled man inquisitive and curious: a state of peace and contentment breeds a laziness of the soul. That's why I appreciate Yesenin and Block, if you take the modern poets.

And the German General, after a moment, putting his hand to his cap.
And he, shaking, walked slowly through enemies, giving him now the highest military honors. But he had not seen these honors, and if he had, he would have been anyway. He was above all imaginable honors, above fame, above life and above death.

He pulled out a biscuit, brought it up to face: not seeing the smell - a thick spirit of rye bread. He greedily breathed it in, feeling that trembling, shivering not from cold, but from happiness. He licked the biscuit, caught the salty wet spot, did not understand, licked again and only then realized that clumsy army biscuit dripping his tears. Tears, from which he was unaccustomed so that no longer feel them.
The next day they chewed the crackers, and it was probably the most joyous day in their lives.

Fell free and after life, death by death.

- I will say our that <...> the fortress has not fallen. The fortress has not fallen: she just bled out.

We didn't know what a feat it is necessary first to sow and grow. That he is maturing slowly, invisibly suffused with a force at once to explode a dazzling flame, flashes of which still Shine for a long time for future generations.

At the heart of it [the work] - a man will move mountains. And if so, for the sake of bread, and it does not stick to the hands.

Suffers people. Suffer, my dear you are my good buddies. Why? Because we sirotinsky: with mother earth in disorder, with a forest-priest in a quarrel, by the river-the sister to the bitter separation.

And that laugh, let them laugh to good health. People should not hold grudges. This is the last thing on people's resentment keep. Most recent.

Dying living beauty. Some zoos will soon be.

All on someone else's fire the something for everyone there. Who put out, who to see and who hands warm.

He was a seer, my father, and wanted me to be happy. But I just missed him, with his happiness. We went our separate ways, and my happiness, not having met me somewhere distractedly wanders in this world.

Language in Russia is always the enemy, ears always friends.