Author of quotes: Nikolay Alekseevich Nekrasov

I didn't stop you...

Love will rush into the young man's heart.

And there, in the depths of Russia, There is centuries-old silence.

He who lives without sorrow and anger does not love his homeland.

No deeper, no sweeter peace,
What the forest sends us,
Motionless, reverently standing
Under the cold of the winter skies.

Under the brutal hand of man
Spindly, ugly skinny
Toiling horse is a cripple
Burdens dragging.
Here she staggered, and became.
"Well!" the driver grabbed a piece of wood
(It seemed to whip him a little) -
And it beat her, beat her, beat!
His legs somehow spread widely,
The whole steaming, settling back,
The horse sighed deeply
And was looking... (so the people you see,
Obeying wrong attacks).
He's back: on the back, sides,
And he ran forward, blades
And cry, gentle eyes!
All in vain. LACONCHA stood
All striped from the whip,
Only every blow was answered
The uniform movement of the tail.

The will and work of the person marvelous things they are doing.

Broke the great chain, torn - rascacielos one end for master, the other on man!..

From work and black and hard
Bud, not having time to blossom,
You will be immersed in wakeless sleep,
You nurse, to work and eat.
In your face, full of movement,
Full of life - will appear suddenly
The expression stupid patience
And pointless, eternal fright.

Goes - buzz Green noise,
Green noise, spring noise!
Playing the odds
Suddenly the wind horse:
Swing the alder bushes.
Raise dust flower,
As the cloud; everything is green -
And air and water!

That year - reduced power,
The mind is lazy, the blood colder...

Predestined us intentions,
But accomplish nothing of this.

I traded the lyre, but used
When threatened the unforgiving rock,
The Lyra sound wrong produced
My hand...

Many Russia already sent
Sons, and marked
The seal of the gift of God,
On the honest path
Many of them mourned.