Author of quotes: Igor Severyanin

My dear little daughter, who began to sob with pity.

Without a human soul...

Fever tickles nerves.

Oh, it was spring that shuddered!

And evil good, and good anger,
But there is no good, no evil,
And right all and right both
And the truth sings my verse.
And no Swede or Japanese.
There is everywhere only a man
Which newelem under the sun
Live your pathetic polovec.

Nightingales of monastery garden
Like all in the land of the nightingales,
Say that one is a delight,
And that this joy - in love...
And the monastery meadows flowers
With affection, peculiar only to the colors,
Say that one has merit -
Touch favorite mouth...
Monastery forest lake,
overflowing blue,
Say no Lazurnoe eyes,
Than those who love and love...

The woman should be lunar in nature,
And that it was always through the spring,
Alluring with her to the boat -
Swing salty-green dream...
Jealousy needs to be weightless,
And faithfulness should be as granite.
Oh, affectionate, sensitive, wlecome-drawn
The man is always of interest will save!
For the feminine will love blue,
For yellow, blue suns eyes.
Oh, can the woman quit this
In every way that pleases you?!.

Smaller dreams, born of boredom,
More business and work!

Gay life conducting,
Living one real,
I sing this song...
Do not think at all about tomorrow -
Live as songs author,
Burning soul...
To the dump dump policy
And shotguns of any caliber
Breaking all the arms cutting.
So I think, so act, so feel
To heart tasted octal
The strength of the desires sometimes!

Meanwhile, steadily melts
Army of the knights of days gone by,
Casually luxuriantly grows
A new breed... of people.
And those now under thirty.
Hope father does not understand:
Really never come to terms
With that emerged during the unrest.
And meeting new young people
Without mercy, without shrines
Will fill our heart a shiver
And the burning horror of deserts...

Edit - and at all costs, so Yes,
To get a feel for this treason!
In this nasty no. It's really nothing.
Definitely a new dress wear.

One yielding, to dream about something else -
Untested, newcustom,
Strangers yesterday, today sign
Tomorrow and pretend to be in love.

To change to! Who? Oh, does it matter!
Previous. Everyone. Clear.
With whom? It didn't matter. On the light one
Changing perfectly.

I go to the window at the devastation
The trees, the sea, the sky and fields.
Devastated seems to be the movement
And sailing the ship.
All emptiness. This situation
Given to you, autumn earth.
I come for his soul, and also
It's empty all the wishes and dreams!
As all youth do not seem to
And myself is to admit you're afraid!