Author of quotes: Heinrich Heine. Page 4

In fear I thought at first:
No, not vynesti I did!..
And it delivered... and many
But do not ask: how.

I dreamed frantic - glossy, elegant,
Haughtily walked, haughtily, he looked
The scented coat, vest brilliantly white,
And well, he heart was black and stinking.

And the music sang, all sang one thing:
"We just for a moment of this bliss.
And your life is a dream, and happiness is a dream
And this moment - dream your dream."

The more people hold on to their title, than the dubious and dvusmyslennoe the grounds on which they claim.

About Odyssey, the consolation in dying to give me no hope;
Better I live as a day laborer working in the field
Service of the poor Plowman bread to get your daily,
Than here over the soulless dead reign dead.

Brighter in the East
The sun's first glimmer,
Drowning in Mariah misty
Of the high the shape.
If I were like the wind,
Skorokhod tireless,
I rushed b through the mountains
To home girls favorite.

Coats black, stockings,
White cuff -
Only speeches and hugs
The hot heart is not warmed,
Heart beating blissfully
Waiting for a higher purpose.
Your false sorrow
I'm bored to death.
I am going to take you to the mountains
Where ordinary people live,
Where the wind blows freely,
Where breathing will be freer.

Ah! Wounded and slain,
Both the death of the slain -
We all knight with a scythe
Callously given away.

I penetrate into the thicket of fir-trees
In the forest canopy of murmuring waters,
Where the deer walks proud
Where the Blackbird sings.
I will ascend on the mountain slopes
On the cliffs steep,
Where the ruins gray
In light of this morning's visible.

Music for the wedding March always reminds me of a military March before the battle.

Russian is due to the size of their country free from uskorenie pagan nationalism, they are cosmopolitan, or at least one-sixth cosmopolitans, since Russia occupies almost a sixth of the entire populated world.

Behind the tea table in the living room
The dispute on love has gone.
Were very elegant men,
Sensitive delicate floors.
- Platonic love it! -
The adviser has uttered the sentence,
And he was immediately reward
Wife mocking gaze.
The priest said: - Love
While her fervor has not dried up
We are a harm caused to human health. -
The girl asked: - How so?
Love is a passion fatal!
The Countess said
And a Cup of hot tea
To Baron, having sighed, has submitted.
You at the table is not enough.
Would you, my dear friend,
True about love has told,
Than all this selected circle.

Sages come up with new ideas, and fools spread them.

The poet, the Creator in the small things, like God, and that his characters he creates in his own image and likeness.