Author of quotes: Rasul Gamzatov. Page 3

Life is capricious. We are all at its mercy.
We grumble and criticize life.
... The harder it is, the more dangerous
The more desperate fond of her.
I walk an uneasy road,
Pits, ruts - just hold on!
But no one came up, by God,
Nothing more beautiful than life.

What is not more skilful than the sword
So it sounds more threatening,
What is not sensible speech
The talker noisier.
The sage looks at the world,
The word gift is not throws.
A fool always cries
As if knows something...
A coward, as always, shouts,
The hero of silent dignity.

From the wound the blood flows down stream long
But not tears...
We have a law:
More blood tears for the man.
Otherwise - what kind of man is he?

I'm happy, not mad and not blind
Ask me me me about.
And yet.
Let it be on earth cheaper bread,
But human life is more expensive.

Eyes we have a much higher feet.
In that sense I see a special sign:
We created so that everyone could
Can look at before you make a move.

To me all people are very like.
Thrice cursed is he,
Who thinks, who tries
To denigrate some people.

Can tell a lot,
But listening to a narrow range.
And now, it hurts to admit
In love don't believe even a friend.

I learned to walk, to come to you.
Learned to speak, to talk to you.
I loved the flowers that you give,
I loved you to life to love.

Flies, flies through the sky wedge tired -
Flying in the fog at the end of the day,
And in the ranks there is a small gap -
This may be the place for me!
The day will come, and with a flock of cranes
I swim in the same blue-gray haze,
Out of heaven like a bird calling out
All of you who are left on earth.

They had hitherto with those distant times
Fly and give us voice.
Not because so many and sadly
We fall silent, looking into the sky?

I hand picked the Koran, embossed strictly
Before him kneeled a formidable imams.
He says:
- There is no God but God! -
I say:
- No mom, but mom!

"Where to go? Who to come in?"
Wandered happiness on the way...
But stupid everywhere visited,
But the wise despised.

"Tell me, freak, do you dream about?"
"Beautiful I want to hug I'm fine!"
"Take a beautiful woman, and then what?"
"Then I want to play the wedding ringing!"
"But the wedding is played, the house is built.
And then what?"
"I want the kids to grow!"
"Kids grow up, and then what?"
"Then I wish them happiness and mercy."
"Oh, that's what your light illuminates the shelter,
Well then, what do you want small?"
"Brides to your sons, daughters - suitors!
Grandsons and granddaughters - the consolations of old age."
"Well, all true, and grandchildren full house,
And then what?"
"Probably, separation,
But if you're thinking, "then What?" -
We will not have neither children nor grandchildren!"

Not eternal I think our sky.
It is shaky and sometimes old I think.
Sometimes it seems to me: the sky is here
Will fall on my head full weight.