Author of quotes: Nadezhda Aleksandrovna Teffi

When it was gone and has not returned by day
The great, cruel light,
Without thinking about it, I'm your garden
Sunflower blooming was put.
"Light, light!- I said to him,-
You my honey! Your ray warmed,
Will bloom again in me, gone into the darkness
A free and proud soul of the poet!"
We are the poor, for we do will be the day!
We are proud - we do hope!
If the black above us stood the shadow -
We laugh, stop your moaning!

Bloom in the spring (Oh, don't! it is not necessary!),
Bloom blue flowers in spring...
Don't leave them drunk with sight!
Don't like their delicate, a sick beauty!
Not to remember then (Oh, no! it is not necessary!),
Not to remember then blue flowers
When burns a Golden lamp
Still persisting, broken, forgotten dreams!

How dark the sea tonight,
How sad it is dark!
Like all earthly Woe
Sank to the bottom...
But can't breath free
Open my lips -
I'm motionless, I'm cold
Unmourned corpse.
Moss and Tina brightly embroidered
My underwater cliff
Moisture breathes and sways
Strands of long hair...
Strange dream riffling,
Dug in the chest and fell,
Like a sign from a kiss,
Dark red coral.
You do not think that grave
Our circuit break!
That is, what was,
In the eternal lives forever!
And when the dim abyss
I've got to give a wave
Sparkle with awe star,
Sluchitsa moon
I will come to you, I know
Can't come,
My living Paradise
There is no other way!

He was so hot, my wonderful day!
And two flowers, two together blossomed.
And together in a dark trunk fused their stems,
And had two one! And they called them - the lilacs!
I knew the trembling of the stars, unique again!
(He was so hot, my perfect day!)
And know of dark dreams, the last dream stage!..
And had two one! And they called them - love!

I loved the night and my hand
She closed the black wrist...
When it was my day - I cheated on her
And started to sing about the sun and happiness.
Way day colorful and wide -
But not to ruin my black wrist!
Rings star crying and longing
In my words about the sun and happiness!

My love is like a strange dream
Early morning, sad...
The silence of the stars mesmerized
Her call a farewell!
Like a flock of white, bold birds
Fly her desires
To the limits of the fiery lightning
Latest combustion!..
My love - silent gods
A lighted lamp.
My love, my lips
Do not need your love!

It is night, sail on black sails
A silver ship with a purple border!
But people don't realize that he came after me
And say - "Here is the moon playing on the waves"...
Black Seraphim with three pairs of wing,
He raised the sails on the star of silence!
But people do not understand that he sailed with me
And say - "Here today she died."

Full of mysterious vozmezdie
My ways!
In heaven the former constellations
I can't find...
Conceals the depths of neutrinos
Your power call...
And not luring me into the bottomless
From the shores!
Closed sky with shores,
As a black shield
And over the silent seas
It is silent...
But I believe in the Covenant path,
Looking forward!
Looking forward and waiting for the dawn
And he will come!..

This motionless night. As the torch funeral
The blood moon glows in the sky...
Of the songs I weave myself a wreath wedding,
And my voice is ringing, disturbing and sad
He feels it from his melancholy, sympathetic trembling fear...
The next morning will bring me your greetings farewell -
I'll wait for his submissive and pale...
I know why, as the funeral torch,
To clean my wreath on my wreath wedding
Pour your bloody sinister light of the moon!

Every day through the Anichkov bridge,
Across the Fontanka river,
The slow step is
Virgo, a Bank clerk.
Every day at the same place
On the corner, at the shop book,
Someone's eyes she meets -
Eyes burning and motionless.
Languidly the virgin, the virgin weird
The virgin purely sweet:
Her dream his figure
And pea coat.
And in the spring when pushed
In the gardens the greens the first pot,
The maiden suddenly stopped
On the corner near the bookstore.
"Who are you? said. - Open it up.
I want - I suplementy,
And we are together by law
Surrender Gimeney?"
He said, "I've got no time.
I'm an agent. Serve in the secret police
And delivered from his superiors,
To be on the Fontanka".

I had a dream crazy and beautiful
Like I believe you
And life was calling persistently and passionately
Me to work, to freedom and to fight.
I woke up... no Doubt casting,
The autumn day looked into my window,
And the rain roared on the roof, humming
That life and that dream is funny!..

I'm blue-eyed, svetlomety
I know you're not for me...
And I will be humble,
Silence proud keeping.
And I know I have a different life
Where I is light, thin, swarthy,
Where from love exhausted,
Herself at your feet did...
And, transfixed on the sweet flour
What didn't the warblers
You stroked the thin hands
And my black braids.

My buried love...
As the white shroud of longing
Coated, wrapped her
The pearly strands of tears.
A dirge for a long time over it
Exhausted mind read
And prayed to the soul,
Rest asking for it...
Eternal memory to you!
Eternal in my heart!

Who has known tenderness - he noted. The spear of the Archangel pierced his soul, and certainly will not be liking this no peace, no measures ever.