Author of quotes: Wilhelm Karlovich Kiichelbecker

How the poet loved you.

What kind of magic clothing
Shone before us to the earthly world!
With what fire, with what hope,
With the kind of childhood blindness
With the life we engage in.
But soon changed power,
And soon our fire went out;
Left us hope,
And the life of a brave win!

Today I started drinking again coffee: don't think of course that he is getting smarter, as some doctors claim, but there is no doubt that he is extremely quickens the blood and leads to a pleasant motion, it is highly conducive to activities in which required the activity of the imagination.

Faith let me, my Saviour!
Give my heart ease!
You be my guide.
[I saw]
Oh, I know blindness
Vain, proud wisdom
Deceitful, full of protyani:
Peace and happiness to me
Will not be able to give one.

Will not keep! time is going so fast;
Snow throws me for a crown,
Everything takes for a
In the dead of night the mystery was given,
All carries into the darkness of the dumb
Life, and joy, and sorrow!

There is something familiar, close to me
In the depths of the air, in heavenly fire;
Stars midnight a mysterious light
From the spirit of the native bears Hello to me.
Huge hear the complaint of storms
When you die and the day and the blue of the
When howling and breaking the forest
I would have rushed into the waves of heaven!

Fathom the land of my acquisition,
I have a humble home:
Sleep here hope and desire,
Fear bound in iron sleep,
Fell asleep the bitterness and joy;
Silently everyone in the underground cell.
But once I knew sorrow,
And I was happy and grieved,
Love Percy trembled,
The lips that laughed, eyes brightened -
But the eyes and heart grew cold;
Grow over the dead ate dust.

Children as a loving father,
So mortals merciful Creator;
He knows us, he remembers who we are:
Not ash, not dust, do we?
Does it on the night of the grave the darkness
From birth attracted to?

Fly - back watch,
Appointed from God to us!
In the night the day, for darkness light
And this last week or not!

Just as man sometimes sent thoughts, inspiration, feelings better, so it seems, some dark, foreign power that bears in it sometimes are worse than him, which, in spite of his fall, never wanted, never sought, which tries and could not free itself: is it not a proof, something to laugh or at least want to laugh, Pets, philosophy of the 18th century? The proof of the existence of the enemy, sowing chaff amidst the wheat of souls? These thoughts, they say, is not a sin, but the punishment God allows them, allows the enemy to torment them, who for this the enemy made the temple "obrannou and pometto"; but they are, if only the sinner will turn wholeheartedly to God, and they shall finally serve to the good and salvation of: applying, they resemble its former desecration that made him the receptacle of such monsters, and even protect against spiritual pride.

One of those days that only you can say, "Passed!".

Heart ache in me, I in sad thoughts forgotten:
"Sleeping on the mountain people and dreams of heavy sees!"
I whispered, ... and only sorrow comes sometimes
Soul awakening.

Everywhere and the cold and Shine. Bare tree and covered
Ledianoi bark. Go - no crunches under my foot
Bright, lifeless snow: running through the snow path
In the white distance.

"Noisy joy is dead; Genesis into a single sorrow,
In the bitter love and crying living and crushed heart."
I trembled, shaking the hoary peaks of spruce,
The wind whistles!