Author of quotes: Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev. Page 2

For shading whiteness.

Woe to those who embrace sadness!

I said: You

Sleepless song about you.

Now, Lord, bless.

Retreating enemy.

Oh, what a boring concern
Soap bubbles!
Well, it seems that someone
I handed over the cards to us without trumps.
There is radiant burning in them,
And there is a heavy longing in us -
We have no hope, no worry
Lose for sure.
Oh no! Of all the possible possibilities
We choose only one thing,
Just that the blue coal of passion
We are condemned to scorch.

Romulus and Remus went up into the mountain,
The hill in front of them was dick and it.
Romulus said, "there will be a city".
"The city as the sun" - answered REM.
....
"There will be a circus,' said Romulus, -
Here is our home, open to all."
"But you need to put closer to home
Burial crypts" - answered REM.

But no, I'm not a tragic hero,
I irony and drier,
I'm mad as idol metal
Among porcelain toys.

On the distant star Venus
The sun Plamena and zolotisty,
On Venus, Oh, Venus
The trees have blue leaves.
Everywhere free clear water
River, geysers, waterfalls
At noon sing a song of freedom,
Night blaze like lanterns.
On Venus, Oh, Venus
No words insulting Ile power,
Say to the angels on Venus
Language consists of vowels.

Odyssey
... Every morning, suffering a new...
I revealed before thee clothes
See how the blood runs crimson?
It's not blood, it is our hope.
A x I l l
Come on, Odysseus, the feigned groans.
Red blood you to the ground, will not separate.
And I have it terrible, black,
In the heart of the accumulated pressure and pain.

The moon rises in the night sky
And light, rests lovingly.
On the lake, the evening wind roams
Kissing the blessed water.
Oh, how divinely the connection
Eternally made for each other!
But the people created for each other,
Connect, alas, so rarely.

Build a tower falls,
Will be a terrible swift years,
And on the bottom of the world well
It is the madness of their curse.
Deplete will be crushed,
Tilted fragments of plates,
And, the all-seeing God forsaken
It is about the agony of his scream.
And gone is the night of the cave
Or the quiet backwaters of the river
Meet ferocious Panther
Terrifying pupils.
Will escape from a bloody share,
That dedicated earth to the firmament.
But shut up, the incomparable right
To choose his own death.

On Russia, the sorceress severe
Everywhere you take her.