Author of quotes: Osip Mandelstam

A good arrow of a Gothic bell tower is evil, because its whole point is to prick the sky, reproach it for being empty.

A dead nightingale will not teach anyone to sing.

Historical events have no director.

Self-compassion is a parasitic feeling that is harmful to the soul and body.

I'm on the ladder side
Skladanny climbed to the hayloft, -
I was breathing stars milky dust,
The Mat space to breathe.
And I thought: why Wake
A swarm of elongated sounds,
In this eternal squabble to catch
Aeolian wonderful system?
Stars in the ladle of the dipper's seven.
Good feelings on the ground five.
Swells, ring of darkness
And grows and rings again.
Without harnesses to burst.
Across the universe sticks out.
The hayloft's ancient chaos
Dimple, covered by powder...

And what I want to play out,
Talk, to utter the truth,
To send the Blues to the fog, to the devil, to do
To take the hand of someone: - Be gentle, -
Tell him - us on the road with you.

Even blamed me for the eyes
in the language of the tram hassles,
in which there is no meaning, no Aza:
- So-and-so! Well, I'm sorry
But deep did not change...

It's time you know I am also a contemporary,
I'm a man of the era Follows, -
Watch as me bristling jacket
I like to walk and talk, too!
Try me from the age of the tear, -
I bet you will break your neck!

Sound cautious and deaf
Fruit, plucked from the tree,
Among nemolodogo melody
The deep silence of the forest...

I hate the light
Monotonous stars.
Hello, my ancient delirium -
Tower Lancet growth!
Lace, stone, be
And cobwebs become
Sky empty chest
Fine needle early.
Will be my turn -
I feel wingspan.
So - but where to go
Thoughts live arrow?
Or your path and life
I, exhausted, will return:
There - I could not love,
Here, I am afraid to love...

Don't you know
That instinctive tenderness,
And what do you call
My awe is still;
And what the confession
When irrevocably
My existence
Thee resolved?
Give me a hand. That passion?
Dancing snakes.
And the mystery of their power -
Killer magnet!
And, snake disturbing dance
Not daring to stop,
I'm contemplating gloss
A maiden's cheeks.

The Greeks sbongile Elena
The waves
Well, to me - salty foam
Lips.
My lips would anoint me
Void
Strict fico score will show me
Poverty.
Oh you, you, DUI Lee, Wei Li,
Anyway.
Angel Mary, drink cocktails,
Blow wine!
I'll tell you with the latest
Directness:
All just nonsense, cherry brandy,
My angel.

From the vortex of evil and viscous
I grew up, cane rustling,
And passionately and languidly, and affectionately
Breathing forbidden life.
And penetrate, unobserved,
In cold and marshy refuge,
Welcome Shelest met
Short autumn minutes.
I'm happy violent offense,
In life like a dream,
I secretly envy
And each is secretly in love with.

Where a Roman judge judged a foreign nation,
Stands the Basilica, and, joyful and first,
Once Adam, respective nerves
Plays muscles cross the light roof.
But gives himself up outside a secret plan:
Here care arches force
To mass heavy wall is broken,
And daring set of idle RAM.
Elemental labyrinth, unfathomable forest,
Soul's rational abyss of the Gothic,
Egyptian power and Christian shyness,
With the next cane - oak, and everywhere the king - the plumb line.
But the closer, the stronghold of Notre Dame,
I have studied your monstrous edge,
The more I thought: from the infamous gravity
I'm a great create.