Author of quotes: Igor Severyanin. Page 2

You don't look at women other:
You have to measure long dresses
You have expressive restrained verse
And the slipping out of the embrace.

Blossomed green and gold,
Solar juice is filled with foliage.
Dreams of spring fluttered sly pack
And again, the decrepit young words.

There's a woman on the Gulf coast.
Her soul is open to verse.
It fair to everyone we know
And because many dry.
In her eyes svintsovo storm
And amethyst of the sunset calm.
She looks up, eyes washing
Defect in you, and you before her feather...

My wife is all women to me more
Majestic your soul.
All the power, all the power to her experiencing God forbid
My love is truly great.

Moscow yesterday did not understand
But tomorrow, believe, understand Moscow:
Russian born - too few,
To Russian to have rights...
And remembering the soul of the ancestors, stand,
From word to matter going,
And anger in people's hearts will break.
Like thunder their rain.

Last summer, and everywhere tears...
No country, or those who have lived in the country...
How fair, how fresh were the roses
Memories of the last day.

In those days, when swarmed dreams
In the hearts of the people, is transparent and clear,
How fair, how fresh were the roses
My love, and glory, and spring.

I - Nightingale: I have no trends
And without much depth...
But whether elders or infants -
Understand me, singer of spring.
I am the Nightingale, I serotica,
But the song is my rainbow.
I have a habit of
To involve everyone in an unearthly edge.

Yes is it a life in the swamp of worldly strife,
In the petty concerns of dress and piece
The intrigues, the gossip, the greasiness lukaski,
With phraseology more disgusting than in the pub.

The beginning of the war the European
Exquisitely subtle debauchery
From the bedroom of the kings to servile
Has reached unprecedented communities.
Like Sodom and Gomorrah
Rose, taking a new form:
General drunkenness. Laziness. Fight.
Slaughtered. Hanged. Killed.

Worn down by controversy.
Do not understand anything.
All dream about what the meetings
But with whom, why and for what?

Someone someone hurts someone someone choking,
Everywhere one profit, a Scam and a lie.
Oh, don't looked used eyes! Oh I haven't used the ears!
Lermontov! you eh have not been right: "What is this world good?"

I don't know, I don't believe in anything,
No longer see life's bright sides.
I come storozhko to middle, right to the beast.
I don't need anything. Boring. I am tired.