Author of quotes: Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev. Page 12

I love like an Arab in the desert
Falls to the water and drink,
Not the knight in the picture,
That to the stars watching and waiting.

I like the idea
Storm military amusements,
That human blood is not holier than
The emerald grass juice.

A child I loved large,
Honey-scented meadows,
The woods, the grass dry
And between herbs bycicle horns.
Every dusty roadside Bush
I shouted, "I'm kidding with you
Beat me gently
And you will know who I am!"
Only wild autumn wind,
Presume, stop the game.
Heart was beating even more blessed,
And I believed that I would die.
Not one with my friends
Mother-and-stepmother, burdock,
And beyond the distant skies
Guess suddenly everything.

And if I live,
It is only because of one dream:
We both like blind children
Go to mountain ranges,
Where only goats roam,
In the world of the white clouds,
Search ulyanovskie roses
And listen to dead nightingales.

I do not live flowers
The beauty of them for a moment, I deceived,
Stand up another day or so, and will wither,
I do not live flowers.
And birds don't live here,
Only hohlasa sorrowful and dull,
And in the morning - ball of fluff...
Even birds don't live here.
Only books in eight rows,
Silent, heavy Toms,
Guard centuries of languor,
If the teeth in eight rows.
I sold them bookseller,
Remember was and old and poor...
...Traded for cursed cemetery
I sold it to a bookseller.

The poverty of imagination find the one who is the evolution of the personality will present itself always in terms of time and space.

I know a woman silence,
Fatigue bitter words
Lives in a mysterious shimmer
Her dilated pupils.
Her soul is open greedily
Only copper and the music of the verse,
Before life, the earthly and welcome,
Arrogant and deaf.
Inaudible and slow,
So strangely smooth step,
It is impossible to call her beautiful,
But all the joy of my heart.
When I want uncompromising
And bold and proud - I go
Learn from the wise sweet pain
In her languor and delirium.
She is light in the hours of languor
And holds lightning in his hand,
And beads her dreams like shadows
The heavenly fiery sand.