Author of quotes: Nikolai Platonovich Ogarev

He won't see us.

We went into practice with great hope,
We went into practice with nerobkie soul
With the desire for truth, desire goodness,
Love, with a poetic dream;
And with life before we joined the struggle.
Young forces in the battle were not spared,
But we met around the participation
And best hopes and dreams
Like leaves in autumn bad weather,
Fall, and dry and yellow...

The miserable, who are under the hammer of fate
Wilted - scared - without a fight:
Worthy man comes out of the struggle
In the proud glow of peace,
And again lives head not prelone -
Filled with inspirational food;
So gold comes out of fire
And panowanie and cleaner.

Learn! Understand that knowledge is power,
Suffer learn to question and doubt,
Learn people to love with reverence
And pretvori rebellious passion
The meaning of beauty and faith noble;
Smart live as a free man.
The time of love will come their succession:
Learn love to penetrate with the light of friendship
But avoid like the oppression of the slave service
Heavy swicki, idle and stupid,
Where the woman all day breathing disorder,
Worried life docache small poison.

There are days when the soul is empty:
No thoughts, no feelings, silent mouth,
Equal sadness and joy hateful,
And in the body lazy, and move no power.
In vain looking for something to keep your mind occupied, -
It's disgusting to see, to hear, to understand
Only an infinitely crushes boredom,
And it seems that live - this meal!
Where to go? something to help with the chest?
Here the night waiting in bed! hurry to sleep!
Well, that was all silently...
And the sleep does not suit, and the darkness tormented dokusho!

With my tormented soul
Merged some anger poison
And constant succession of
In her perversity simmer
Anguish and bile of resentment,
In her spirit of humility decayed
And the angel of God flew
Unworthy creation.
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Where the world of love in which I
Drank the Cup of the pleasures of Paradise,
In which life was mine,
As the morning joyful may?
Oh no! still in my heart
And faith and love Holy
Lurk, vvek not extinguished,
Like stars in the darkness nights.

Heart?.. The heart asks
New deception.

In the coastal bushes lovingly
Common nightingales.
I was standing near you embarrassed,
In the throes of thrill of love.
The mouth of the fulness of breathing
Remained mute and timid
But the heart craved acceptance,
Hand - handshake.
Let this dream my life changed
Anxiety noisy medley;
But the memory is correctly retained
And the image of peaceful beauty
And the garden, and the evening and the date
And the bliss of troubles in the blood
And heart heat and the fading -
All this music of love.

Oh, turn, love, wonderful moment,
Oh, heal tokuyou chest
Give quiet, Holy, happy to die
Delight in pure heavenly ecstasy.
Minutes wonderful living pleasure:
Lovers shower silent conversation
And a kiss, and bliss full sight,
And the earthly world of beautiful oblivion.

Oh! hard to forget the soul
Love captivating hi
And day and night with the same longing
To repeat myself: she's not here;
And to wean from female affection,
And the night is quiet not to kiss
Prostowanie eyes,
Kiss and morning meet,
To say goodbye that was nice,
Sad silently every hour...
Oh! seriously... tears sadly
Hand erased more than once.

I've always hated jealousy; it is too similar to jealousy.

Confidence and energy are what you need, and desperation leads to doing nothing.

Mysticism leads to inaction; reliance on the powers of heaven bothers to put in order the Affairs of the earth.

To be an honest man for each is to live for the common good, to sacrifice overall self-interest.