Author of quotes: Semyon Yakovlevich Nadson. Page 11

Where the sun is there is shade! Where are the tears and prayers -
There is a hungry groan of rebellious poverty;
Yesterday was the height of a bloody battle here,
And tomorrow - fragrant flowers will bloom.

Do not drag us into the magical world of dreams,
In them the bitterness of secret tears and the moan of mental anguish;
In them, life is all-day, a life of vulgarity and boredom.

In her eyes, sadness and darkness replaced.

Today I'm kind of tired:
The brilliance of a joyful day burned and cut my eyes,
The cheerful noise of the crowd irritated my soul,
And I was like a deliverance waiting.
Silent night.
And the night came down from heaven; in the open window
It smelled of affection and sleepy silence.
And now everything around me sleeps a long time ago,
And I - I can't sleep, and again full
A sick heart of old longing..

There are countries where people don't know century
Neither blizzards nor loose snow;
There is only unmelted snow sparkle
The tops of the ridges of granite...
Fragrant flowers there, bigger star
Bright and elegant spring,
And there are brighter feathers of birds, and warmer
There is breathing Aqua...
In such a country, fragrant night,
When you whisper laurels and roses
Happened coveted miracle vooju:
The Christ Child Was Born.

Fools, fools, fools without number,
All sorts, sizes and varieties
Accurately all of them the fate of the order was created
Taking the breech in a row of fools.
If if I were king, I'd build them a house
And opened the stupid Museum.
Placing them all on the reasons behind glass
In the edification of the Kingdom.

But today - today, spring gold,
In full bloom, and looked in my window,
And forgot about my tired heart, suffering,
So poor outside that window and it is dark.
Cute look, fleeting full participation,
The sadness in the lovely features of the young person -
And incredibly, painfully want happiness,
Female affection, and tears, and love without end!

Love, deception, and life a moment,
Life is a moan voice that silenced forever!
What I live, what my torments,
And the pain of despair, and the burning poison of shame?
What's not believing in love, I did so eagerly,
So stupid waiting for her all Strastnoy soul
And so I am happy to see so much pain and pleasure
And to love with hope and longing?

As the convict drags chains behind him,
So I dragged everywhere among my wanderings
All hell my soul the darkness experienced,
And fear of the future and the pain of the memories...
There are days when I'm miserable myself:
So I'm helpless, I'm so timid, suffering,
So little strength in me to face my destiny
To look without terror, and eyes without dropping...

When I opened the heart before thee,
You're right, I would be considered insane:
So the joy close it with a gloomy longing,
So with the sun merged in this deep darkness...

Poor child, she's ugly!
That and at school and at home she
So timid, so always silent,
So not a child quiet and sad!
Evil over thee, fate played a joke:
A sharp thought and a sensitive soul
Generously ugly she gave, -
Is not vested in one - beauty...
Ah, beauty is a terrible force!..

My child - you're still almost a child,
Your laugh so silvery and the eyes are so wonderfully clear
My child, you are in the world you look even jokingly
And the world is in your eyes bright and beautiful;
And I, I'm dead long time ago... I used life learned
I started with a heart to live almost from the cradle,
I boldly rushed up to the sky, where shines an ideal
And I'm tired... tired... and tired wings.
My love for you - the gift of the needy soul,
My love is poison full of doubt;
And smile I look at your patient,
Conscious that death was near, - the speech of encouragement.
Let me go, without raising his eyes
On a clean image of yours, standing before me, -
I am ashamed to pay for Royal diamond
Glass set, cheap tinsel!..

Before Kyoto glimmer, glimmering,
Massive lamp; the face of Christ
Looking thoughtfully out of the darkened frame
Eyes full of sadness and love, -
And it seems that the mouth of the Holy
Open it and in the silence of the night
Suddenly you will hear the sufferer's quiet voice:
"Come to me, weary and wretched
I will give peace to your soul sick..."

Life is a Seraphim and a drunken Bacchante,
Life is an ocean and a close prison!