Author of quotes: Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov. Page 3

She loves me so much, I really don't know! Moreover, it is one woman who understood me completely, with all my petty weaknesses and evil passions... I replied?..

You want me to return the same coin to prick my vanity - you will fail! and if you do declare war, I will be merciless.

You know that I am your servant; I've never been able to resist you... and I'll be punished for it: you won't love me!

I know we'll be apart again and maybe forever: both go our separate ways to the grave; but the memory of it will remain inviolable within my soul.

I will not deceive her: she is the only woman in the world that I would cheat.

His appearance was one of those, which at first sight striking unpleasant, but like later, when the eye learns to read in the wrong terms, the imprint of the soul experienced and highly.

Today morning I went to the doctor; his name is Werner, but he is Russian. What's so surprising? I knew a man named Ivanov who was a German.

When she passed us, she breathed an indefinable perfume, like that which sometimes breathes from the note of a charming woman.

A hero of Our Time, gentlemen mine, exactly the portrait, but not one person: it is a portrait composed of the vices of our whole generation in their full development.

Not true, who is not old in for eighteen years, he shall not be seen of people and light...

My words sad: know;
But sense you do not understand.
I heart tear,
That flour with them to tear!

Crazy I! You are right, right!
Funny immortality on earth.
As I dared to wish for fame,
When you are happy in the dust?

Trim gold shines my dagger;
Blade reliable without blemish;
Bulat keeps it mysterious temper -
The earth heritage of the East.
Rider in the mountains he served for many years
Not knowing the cost of the service;
Not one chest he had a terrible track
And not one broke through the chain mail.
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He was taken beyond the Terek Cossack brave
On the frigid corpse of the master,
And many years was it abandoned then
Hiking in the shop of an Armenian.
Now relatives of the sheath, beaten in war,
Deprived of the hero companion of the poor,
Toy gold it shines on the wall
Alas, inglorious and innocuous!
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In our age effeminate aren't you, poet,
Its lost the purpose
In gold having exchanged the power that light
Listened to the silent reverence?
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Wake up eh you again, ridiculed the prophet?
Il never, to the voice of vengeance
Golden sheath won't tear up your blade,
Covered with the rust of scorn?..

I go out alone on the road;
Through a fog the siliceous way shines;
Silent night. The desert harks to God,
And star speaks to star.
In heaven, solemn and wonderful!
Sleeps earth in the radiance of the blue...
What do I hurt so much and so hard?
Eh wait what? do you regret about it?
I do not expect anything from life I
And I do not regret the past at all;
I'm looking for freedom and peace!
I would like to relax and go to sleep!