Author of quotes: Nikolay Alekseevich Nekrasov. Page 3

Oh, love! - where are all your efforts?
Mind! - where the fruits of your labors?
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Away, Oh, away! doubt fatal,
How could come you on the mouth?
I believe there is another heart alive,
For whom poetry is sacred.

Sower of knowledge in the field of folk!
The soil that you find a barren,
Thin your seeds eh?
Heart timid if you? if you are weak forces?
Work awarded with the seedlings frail,
Good little grain!
Where are you, skillful, cheerful persons
Where are you, full of corn cosmicam?
Labour were seeded timidly, particles
Move forward!
Sow reasonable, good, eternal,
Sow! Thank you say a heart
Russian people...

Who so long was able
To forgive, not to understand, not to see
The true, deeply loved,
But deeper will hate...

Can't the son look calm
On the mountain, mother native,
Not to be a citizen worthy
For the Motherland cold soul,
It has no bitter reproach...
Go to the fire for the honor of the Motherland,
For belief, for love...
Go and Gibney flawlessly.
Die for nothing, it's durable,
When it flows under the blood...

There are women in Russian villages
With the calm importance of individuals
With a beautiful force in the movement,
On the walk, with a look of Queens -
They did not notice the blind,
A sighted of them says:
"It will - like the sun will Shine!
Look - give a ruble!"
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In the game it is not the word horse,
In trouble - not sobeet, you'll save;
A galloping horse will stop,
In a burning hut!

I swear, I honestly hated!
I swear, I sincerely loved!

Crazy! why worry
You poor your heart?
Can't forgive you -
And not to love it!..

- And also the literate
Considered!.. with annoyance
Yard hissed. -
What are you book smart?
You signs drinking
Yes, the word "forbidden",
That the poles found,
Enough to read!

Tolstoy, you proved with patience and talent
That woman should not be "walk"
No cameras-consequently, no aide-de-camp,
When she is a wife and mother.

Where is roses - there are thorns
This is the law of fate.

And bury in a crude grave
How heavy you go your way,
Useless extinct force
And nothing warmed his chest...

From cheering idly chattering,
Oberrauch blood on his hands
Take me to the camp of the perishing
For the great love affair!

We went midway,
We were separated before the separation
Thought: there is no flour
The last fatal "I'm sorry"
But even crying no strength.
Write - I ask for one...
I these letters will be sweet
And Holy, like the flowers of the grave -
From the tomb of my heart!

I want to sleepy oblivion
For a long time my soul has gone,
If only my imagination
To wander in the past could not...