Author of quotes: Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev. Page 10

There is no end to the vows and treachery,
There is no end of fun change
And backward adjust again
Whip of pain Hunger and Love.

True death and life of the mumbles lies...

Now I understand: our freedom
Only there the batter light,
People and shadows stand at the entrance
In the Zoological garden of the planets.
And once the wind familiar and sweet
And behind the bridge is flying at me
Rider's hand in an iron glove
And two hooves of his horse.
Faithful stronghold of Orthodoxy
Embedded Isaac in the sky,
There will serve a moleben for the health
Of Mashenka and a Requiem for me.
And all are eternally sullen heart,
And it's hard to breathe and painful to live...
Mashenka, I never thought
That we can love and be sad!

Today, I see, especially the sad look of yours,
And hands particularly thin, embracing your knees.
Listen: far, far away, on lake Chad
Exquisite giraffe wanders...

Being sick is such a mess that even the name do not have to participate in it.

I the abysses and the storms of the eternal brother.

And it seems - in the world as before, there are countries
Which did not set foot human leg
Where in the Sunny groves live giants
And Shine in clear water pearls.
Trees dripping with fragrant resin,
Patterned sheets babbling: "Hurry,
Here the flames of pure gold bees
Here the roses are redder than the purple of kings!"
And dwarfs with birds competing for the nest,
And tender the profile of the person...
Like not all counted stars,
As if our world is not opened until the end!

And you, Royal dogs, filibusters,
Storing gold in a dark port
The wandering Arabs are seekers of faith
And the first people on the first raft!
And all who dare, who wants someone who is looking
Someone weary of the country's fathers,
Who boldly laughing, mocking whistles,
Giving heed to the precepts of the gray sages!
How strange, how sweet to enter in your dreams,
Cherished by your whisper the names
And suddenly, guess what anesthesia
Once gave birth to you depth!

And he went up into the trembling bridge,
Recalls abandoned port,
Otraja strokes of the cane
Pieces of foam with high treads.
Or, the mutiny on Board find
From his belt, tearing the gun
So, what pours gold with lace,
With a pinkish Brabant cuffs.
Let the mad sea and whips,
The waves rose into the skies,
Neither before the storm does not tremble,
No one will roll the sails.
Did the cowards of this these hands,
This sharp, confident look
What can the enemy feluccas trips
Unexpectedly to abandon the frigate.

In the polar seas and the South,
The curves of green swells,
Between basalt rocks and pearl
Rustling in the sails of ships.
Swift are the captains,
Discoverers of new lands,
For someone not afraid of storms,
Who knew malstrem and stranded,
Whose dust lost charters
Salt, sea-soaked chest,
Who needle off the map
Stout celebrates its path.

As the fire in the woods, love of fate.

And in bitterness of heart finds delight...

I believe that to come to the exam, to prepare for it is all like playing with marked cards.

Only heaven knows the limit of our strength,
Posterity will weigh how much they withheld.