Author of quotes: Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

What a dull ache that comes from boredom! And so constantly - life passes by like a train, sleepy, drunk, and cheerful, and boring people stick out in the windows - and I, yawning, look after him with wet eyes.

Where I loved and kissed!

And the night of thunderstorm legends.

Gray fog - into a scarlet circle.

It's not too late to learn languages.

It's not too late to learn languages.

Kotya didn't say that.

And cranberry juice flows down.

The theater is a gentle monster that takes the whole person if he is called, rudely throws him out if he is not called. It lulls and shakes a person in its tender paws, and one must have a true vocation, a true love for the theater, so as not to get tired of its gentle rudeness ...

... This is what is RUSSIAN in him: a Russian lazybones, but he did a huge thing, the devil knows why; did not for himself, but for whom - he did not know.

I will cry for you.

For you - centuries, for us - a single hour.
We, as obedient slaves,
Held a shield between two hostile races
Mongols and Europe!
Centuries, centuries your old bugle forge
And drowned out thunder, avalanches,
And the wild tale was a failure for you.
And Lisbon, and Messina!

Before the Sphinx with an ancient riddle!

Millons are you. We are darkness, and darkness, and darkness.
Try it, fight us!
Yes, the Scythians are us! Yes, Asians are us,
With slanted and greedy eyes!