Author of quotes: Boris L. Vasiliev. Page 4

- This is a wonderful poem, sighed the spark. - I think, no, I'm confident that soon they will appreciate and Sergei Yesenin put up a monument.
- And what inscription would you have done on this monument?...
They held a contest, and Vic immediately recognized that the spark came out the winner, writing: "Thank you, a heart that beat for us." Only the words "fought for" they all got replaced by "rooting for".

To argue is not only possible, but necessary. The truth should not become a dogma, it is obliged all the time tested for strength and expediency.

I don't need no riches, but give me a good children.

Between you, yesterday and today is not just generation. We knew that there will be war, and they are convinced that it will not. And that's fine: they are free to us. It is a pity that this freedom sometimes turns into serenity...

Dared only one who is true. And who does not have the truth, that is just cheeky, that's all.

Kills not only the bullet, not just the blade or splinter - kills bad word and a bad thing, killing indifference and red tape, killing the cowardice and meanness.

With regard to poetry in particular and art in General, I prefer where the question marks take precedence over the exclamation marks. The exclamation point is finger pointing, and the question mark - the hook that draws the answers out of your head. Art should give food for thought, not to lull them.

We didn't know what the threshold of our class was on duty death. We were young, and ignorance of youth restored faith in his own immortality.

Interesting, but all old days in Russia always somehow considered good.

- You're at a crossroads, daughter. Take a broom and rake. Sweep up the walkway to the house and clean the garden from dry twigs and old leaves. And all will be eliminated. Eliminates all secondary work. Not for atonement, but for the sake of their analysis and decisions.

... in childhood it is impossible to fall, is a senile disease. From his childhood can only fall. As out of the nest...

History is not a string, it again do not connect, once ripped. Need a new rope and begin to twist from the people.

A dream realized is always devoid of romance.

It's bad news the hawk's wings, and the good news is never in a hurry.