Author of quotes: Fyodor Sologub. Page 2

If someone is suffering,
If someone is cruel,
If at noon fade
Heat shablony flower -
Heart pain will respond
Their destruction and shame
And suffering will be lit
Saddened by my eyes.

In the field do not see any dig.
Someone calling: "Help!"
What can I do?
I myself am poor and small,
I myself was dead tired,
How will it help?

A sick heart a pleasure
The way of life to blame.
All the body wants roughly
Me the sun to penetrate,
The moon is not addressed
In the altar candle,
And all ever happened
Not the way I want.
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Who gave me the land, water,
Fire and heaven
And has not given me freedom,
And took away the miracles?

There is bitter truth in prophecy:
You have to be an eternal slave.
Freedom is only in solitude.
What slavery is to be two.
Do you want personal
Free always alone.
Or the ruby tiara of silence
Your taken days.
But fear, fear of the incarnation
Your hopes and dreams:
Comes other desires,
Himself turn to stone you.

Love you, your cute laugh love
Love your cries and tears fast flow.
And gentle, with blushing cheeks, -
But you love I don't pray.

Killed my Russian,
Buried in the grave dumb!
I am deeply sorrow nursed,
Silent before the angry crowd.
Sleep in the grave, my Russia,
To welcome and bright spring!
Your lightning squirts a jet,
There will be spring dreams.

The heart longs for silence,
The heart of the poor, sick.
Shaking, will vrachou
Tired, sick.
Forget all the reality of the earth,
Forget earthly dream,
Rolling in the surf
Rococoa waves.
The heart of the poor, sick,
You wait for the silence.

A dagger is not needed in order
Who wants to die.
It is not necessary anything,
To ashes burn.
Ripe for death, and come
Rapid disease,
You, as the post is rotten, swing,
And suddenly collapses to the ground.

If I say: - Ecstasy
there are more innocent of love! -
The poet's inspiration
inspiration don't call,
The sun give another name
the light of day we'll be the darkness
And then you're crazy
I won't forgive, but understand.

About the heart, the heart! forget
It is time the haughty dreams
Hope to share live
Without celebration, without beauty,
Silence faithful to answer
Every sound, every cry,
And nothing to expect
Neither from friends nor from its enemies.

As the evening sky is clear!
What is there shines a star!
About life, lost in vain,
Do not be sad ever.
A blow by blow
Cruel a hand.
Everything in life has received a gift,
And joy and longing.

I will not say in what ways
It comes to us the soul sadness,
Face washing tears
The mist Shrouding the distance.
I will not say which way
Comes to our heart,
When hopelessness strict
Driven by a bony hand.

Not to be nobody, to be nothing,
To go in the crowd, to look, to dream,
Dreams are not to share with anyone
And on what does not claim.

Even on the roads where people walk,
In the hours of meditation did not go, -
The air will drink the human breast,
Wake up the fear in your chest.
Leave the village, go far
Or create uninhabitable
And there, silently and lonely
Live, dream and die.