Author of quotes: Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev. Page 5

You were a madness to my
Or the wondrous wisdom of my...

Gentle brother, the newly winged brother
The former ruler, the poor,
Outside the walls of Paradise a new garden
Best garden with you we will find.

And you! Your time is long gone!
Love will not return people.
Hail to the light, dispersing evil!
Long live our freedom!

And when a woman with a beautiful face,
The only expensive in the universe
Say, "I do not love you"
I teach them how to smile,
And leave, and never return more.

My beautiful refuge
The world of sounds, lines, clouds.
Where not included, the wind cutting
Of not dotjenna worlds.

When we said "Enough"?
How long is it and what does it mean?
But it is strange that the heart does not hurt,
That the heart is not crying.
Powerless feelings so strange,
Frozen thoughts so clear,
And your lips are not desirable,
Though always beautiful.

For all of you will remain forever to another man
And only for me endlessly familiar
Trust, from people and from the masks I hide,
I know you, I, the Queen of Sodom.

Moment... and in the hall a fun and noisy
All was quiet and stood up in fright from the field,
When I walked in, excited, mad,
And silently put at stake my cross.

"Become a free and pure as the starry sky,
Take thy staff, o Sister Poverty,
To roam the roads, to beg for bread,
People conjuring Shrine of the cross!"

"What do you see in my eyes,
This pale shimmering eyes?"
"I see it as the deep sea
With a large sunken ship."

And only in your secret sorrow,
Sweetheart, there is fire dope
That cursed this scholasti -
Exactly the wind from distant lands.
Where all the sparkle, all the movement,
The singing all - we're there with you live.
Here only our reflection
Polonium rotting body of water.

Victim to be blue, pre-dawn...
In the dark depths silently burn...
... And you will be the Star of Vows,
Announcing the nearness of dawn.

Sometimes I am sad,
I abandoned God,
Creating a heap of ruins
Old temples, the upcoming nuptial.

But it all goes in the life of shaky
Will love, when longing,
And I will remember you with a smile,
As I recall Turkey.