Author of quotes: Rasul Gamzatov. Page 2

Close to the house I went,
but, conscience trampling
Host with me for a chat night
All agreed, though I was wrong
Kunak or foe - who was sitting before me?

Not mooing know the strength of the bull, and at work.

People, I beg you, for God's sake,
Do not forget his kindness.
On earth friends not so much:
Afraid of losing friends.

The clock we want to slow down aging,
Children the time rushing, it is not appreciating.

The top of the distant seem close.
With the foot look - at hand,
But the snow is deep, the path is rocky
Come and go, but the end is not in sight.

And so the whole age of I, oddly enough,
In a hurry, hope, cherish,
But it come too early
It is too late.

You sat in the saddle, cheerful Ile sullen,
Not so fast, the mind does not contradict,
Halfway, stop, think,
And look, and the way to continue again!

Do not make hasty judgements
Not prisilaite hastily awards
Not to blush to avoid the pangs,
When you will look back.
And courage must possess him!
Who hurried, who Vetrina rumors,
The horse will come back from the battlefield
Or riding without stupid head.
I'm not asking to rest or sleep,
I love the breath of the storm,
But life is life, not run, not jump,
In life not mined prizes.

To appreciate we have not learned to this day
High words and easily sometimes
What utter quietly on top
Shouted out loudly under the mountain.

You, waking up at dawn, do me a favor
Even a moment with him alone
Hang in and remember all that night dreamt:
Laugh or cry you're in a dream!
And you look out the window: how's the weather there,
Misty Lee County Il light?
Sweeps the snow to the edge of the sky
Il rolling dozhdinki along the glass?
And if the hour does not strike alarm,
Away collapse of the hut is not demolished,
Take your time and the devil on the threshold
Don't jump, sweetie, in the mountain saddle.

Once empty in verses written
And in the air to shoot a big merit?
And foe about the same time I told the truth,
And in his word I felt another.

And believe me, I'm ready to trade
Popularity as amulet
In your youth years I
Reaching behind me, following.

Don't leave mothers alone
They grow old from loneliness.
Among the concerns, love and books
Don't forget to be kinder.
They tenderness your entire world.

- Bul-bul, bul-bul!
I know you
I remember your speech.
I tore every time
You cap at the meeting.
And overturned thoroughly
Over the lower lip,
But then control and power
Lost over them.
I hail droplets, bul-bul,
Without unnecessary twists and turns,
In the head you have, like a hail of bullets,
Punched hundreds of holes.