Author of quotes: Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy

My bells,
Tsvetik steppe!
That look at me
Dark blue?
And what ring you
In the day of merry may,
In nekoshenoy grass
Head shaking?

Pardon of the sinful shadow of Ivan, but remember the good of those who depend on it, stood in the good, because it's hard not to fall in a time when all concepts are distorted, when the baseness is called virtue, and treachery is included in the law, and the honor and human dignity are revered criminal dereliction of duty! Rest in peace your people honest!

All ashes, ashes, and smoke, and shadow!
On the other, ghosts do not believe!
When dies in an unexpected day
Breath dlitelnoe death
We all polygam as bread,
A sickle clipped in the cornfields, -
Take the deceased servant,
The Lord, in the villages happy.
Go into the unknown I am the way,
You go between fear and hope;
My eyes faded, warm breast,
Does not hear hearing, closed eyelids;
Lie mute, immobile,
Can't hear the brotherly weeping,
And from a censer blue smoke
Not me Strait the fragrance;
But the eternal sleep while I sleep
My love will never die,
And it is, brethren, you pray,
Yes, everyone to the Lord's calling:
Lord! That day when the trumpet
Sounding the repose of peace, -
Take the deceased slave
In your blessed village!

What sweetness in this life
Earthly sorrow innocent?
Whose expectation is not in vain?
And where are the happy among the people?
All wrong, everything is insignificant,
We purchased -
What glory on earth
There is a firm and immutable?
All ashes, a Ghost, a shadow and smoke
All will disappear like a whirlwind dusty
And before death we stand
And unarmed and powerless.
Hand mighty weak
Void Royal command -
Take the deceased servant,
The Lord, in the blessed village!
As an ardent knight of death found
Me as a predator deposed,
His throat gaped grave
And all of life took.
Save yourselves, kin and Chad,
From the grave to you I call,
Save yourselves, brothers and friends,
Yes, behold the flames of hell!
Whole life is the Kingdom of vanity,
And the death blow sensing,
We fade like flowers -
Almost we an uproar in vain?
Thrones our the essence of a coffin
Our palaces - destruction, -
Take the deceased servant,
The Lord, in the blessed village!
Amid piles of smoldering bones
Who is the king? who is the slave? a judge or a warrior?
Who is worthy of the Kingdom of God?
And who is a rejected villain?
O brothers, where silver and gold?
Where a host of slaves?
Among the unknown graves
Who is poor, who rich?
All the ash, smoke, and dust, and the dust,
All of the Ghost, the shadow and the Ghost
Only for you in heaven,
Lord, and Marina and salvation!
Disappear all that was flesh,
The greatness of our will decay -
Take the deceased Lord,
In your blessed village!
And you predstatelnoy all!
And you, intercessor of the solitude!
To you, lying here,
To you, Holy, I cry!

Frost proudly took in the sight.
- More jokes you want, sir? Very well, I I amuse you! You have remained faithful servants of yours one more, an ancient boyar family; his you set aside the execution, because he feared God's wrath or something not invented yet worthy execution of it. He lived far away from you under opalo, and you could forget about him; but you, sire, no one forget! Sent you one of his damned Vyazemsky, burn down his house and wife to take. When did he come to you to ask the court for Vyazemsky, you forced them to fight to amuse themselves with, of tea, which Vyazemskiy will kill an old servant. But God did not want his death, showed him the truth. What did you do then, sir? Then, ' continued frost, and his voice trembled, and shook the bells on clothes, then you have not enough disgrace upon your servant, and you decided to embarrass him even unheard of, unprecedented disgrace. Then, ' exclaimed frost, pushing away the table and getting up, then you, Tsar, boyar Morozova dressed in a fool's coat and told him, saved the Tula and Moscow, to entertain you together with your stingy well!
Formidable was the old Governor in the silent guardsmen. The value of the clown and his clothes disappeared. From under thick eyebrows lightning flashed. Majestic white beard fell on his chest, Priya once many of the enemy blows, but is now dotted with bright patches; and nagabushan the sight was so much dignity, so much generosity, that in comparison with him, Ivan seemed chalky.

Morozov made an imperative gesture, and guardsmen involuntarily stepped aside. Thundering bells, the boyar came to the table and sat down, facing John, with such a Regal bearing as if it is a fool's coat was a Royal robe.
- How do I amuse you, Tsar? he asked, putting his elbows on the table, looking straight into the eyes of Ivan Vasilievich. - Tricky, you were fun, nothing will surprise you! Any jokes not Peresecina in Russia, since you will gostaresh! Laughed when you were still a lad and the horse crushed the people in the streets, laughed you when on the hunt ordered the psari Prince Shuisky to kill; laughed when elected people from Pskov came crying to you your Governor, and you ordered them hot resin beard burn!
The guardsmen wanted to jump out of their seats and rush to Morozov, the Tsar kept their sign.
"But," continued Morozov, all was childish joy; it will soon bore you. You started of great people and monks to cut, and their wives and their daughters to amuse themselves with shame. And you're bored. Became you to choose the best of thy servants and tortures to betray. Then it went a little brighter, just for a while. Not to mock the people over the nobles. Come on over and the Church of Christ to mock!

A tear trembles in your jealous eyes -
Oh, don't be sad, you all have been to me!
But I love can only in the open -
My love, broad as the sea,
Accommodate can't life the shore.
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And we love love fragmented
And the quiet whisper of the willow over the stream,
And sweet virgin eyes, we bowed,
And star glitter, and all the beauty of the universe,
And anything we don't merge.
But don't be sad, earthly Blowjob grief,
Podi yet - long slavery, -
One love we all unite soon
One love, wide as the sea,
That would not accommodate the earthly shore!

He thrust the dagger the killer of the wicked
Chest Delarue.
Took off his hat, said to him courteously:
"Thank you."

Please sir, be careful!
Don't forget that the wives of men;
Although, I confess, it might be nice,
That married women were
And all the men were single!

Love is cruel and selfish;
She only busy themselves.
Its like a dream, nice the intoxication -
But sadly it is the awakening!

The ways of God are inexplicable
The mysterious fate of its stroke,
Blessed is he who is all doubt by
Expensive light coming!

We went with him to Europe;
Missed it anywhere anyone;
The city, the intrigue, and in the other
Ten, twenty happened.
So I told him, used to say:
"Sir, settle down!" So no!
So rushing it in intrigue, right;
And just like he is looking for something;
I'll try one, give me another one!
As if women are not all equal.
After all, soglasitsa, Holy fathers,
Chicken have the same taste
With a black crest if it is that white!

Mysteriously a woman's heart! He likes today, yesterday sharpened his hatred!

The day was bright, Sunny, one of those days when all nature breathes of something festive, the flowers seem brighter, the sky bluer, away transparent streams tabletsa the air, and the man is so easy, as if his soul itself is moved in the outdoors, and trembles at every leaf, and swinging on every blade of grass.