Author of quotes: Sergey Alexandrovich Yesenin. Page 15

Stupid heart, don't fight.
We all cheated of happiness
The beggar only asks for participation...
Stupid heart, don't fight.

Rash, harmonica, rash my part,
Drink, otter, drink!
I'd won that, sisyastuyu,-
It is silly.

That could not in words say the mouth,
Let the bullets tell the pistols.

Among women I'm not the first
A lot of you.
But this here, like you, with a bitch
Only the first time...

So it will ottsvetut and we
And thumim as guests of the garden...
Since no flowers in winter,
So sad about them is not necessary.

There is something beautiful in summer,
And summer is beautiful in us.

Far cute he was!
The image in me was not extinguished.
All these years we loved,
But, then,
Loved us.

Sing, sing! The fateful span
These hands fatal trouble.
Only you know, send them to dick...
I shall not die, my friend, never.

So what am I jealous.
So what I hurt this.
Our life is a bed sheet Yes.
Our life - a kiss Yes in a whirlpool.

I didn't know what love is - an infection,
I didn't know what love is - the plague.
Approached and narrowed eyes
Bully brought to mind.

Life is a stupid thing. Everything in it is vulgar and pathetic. Nothing there is no Holy one continuous condensed chaos of debauchery. All the people living for sense gratification. But there is among them in the guise of a bright pure, clean, pale as the dying lights of the sunset...
I am one, and no one in the world who would go to meet me the same yearning soul; be it a man or a woman, I would still put him in his brotherly embrace and showered me with kisses pearl, would go with him from this alien world to me, providing your flowers to tear the audacious hands of the person who wants enjoyment.

If you touch the passion in the man,
Then, of course, cannot find the truth.

Stake burning, so burning burning.

Face-to-face
Person can not see.
Large seen in the distance.