Author of quotes: Wilhelm Karlovich Kiichelbecker. Page 1

A traveler wrapped in a cloak hurries to the deserted village. -
I'm sad roam: to thee, nature!
You will not accept a sad? mother warm my heart
Poor heart!

Oh, you galaxies knowledge
Intellect, art, the exigencies!
Not uvlekaetsja dreaming,
Not holeplates bustle!
I thought, talked, worked;
But Ah, the damp mist covered!

Not float, fly girl Joy!
Sit down and stay there for us
Hold, Goddess of sweetness
Hold the winged hour.

I love poems,
What to sighs and to tears?
I laugh at the fools,
And fun with friends
Drink in the shade of birches
Us wine in joy;
God created generous,
Dark driving dreams,
Chases boredom and suffering
Bright wine.

The giver of happiness and suffering,
If I meet you again?
And even in the darkness of captivity
You found me love!
Alas! mail your greetings?
What smile me yours?
If your sun-warmed
Rise again to life I?

I have oblivion, need quiet:
I wave dives wakeless sleep,
You ripped harp the rebel sounds
Shut up, thoughts, feelings, and flour.

I'm bitterly tired of everything
Myself and others:
To cease to live at all!
We what is there are busy?
Waiting for something to come...
Ahead well, worse, worse;
Way dirtier, heavier, already -
You all go ahead!
Whether it is the womb of the grave!
There is silent and dark,
There are silent dreams and anger:
In the coffin would have to get out!

I smeysya doctors!
Let them scold you
Rhubarb ourselves
And Latin words
And pills starved -
Let them be coffee poison.
On the beverage incomparable,
You live, you warm the blood,
You're a sight for singers!
Often, rhyme weary,
I hand the Cup took
And delight in yourself why.

Don't ever marry a girl, how could you not love her, which is not able to understand you...