Author of quotes: Semyon Yakovlevich Nadson. Page 13

We have to live! Here they are the fateful words!
Here it is, fatal task!
Who over it worked, yearning and weeping
Whose on it wasn't full of doom head?

Floats the night is mute and full of contempt,
Looks like a deep, gaping under her
Impotent man, a miserable slave of the moment
Trying to outshine the rays of its lights.

Patients in our days, in the days of trouble and doubt,
When it is so cold and ghastly in the chest,
You don't need the crowd, unbelieving genius
The prophet of doom, threatening to come.
The truth is you let your words inspire,
Let us outcome, do not believe, but shut up...
And so your night around dusk looming,
And so extinguishes the last rays of the day...
Let another prophet, the prophet may be false,
But just believe us songs of thunder,
Let him cheat, elegant and beautiful
Although for a brief moment our hearts will revive...

Where we are not strangers to chains to raise
If our personal suffering
We are not allowed neither to go nor to breathe.

What will I give them what I give them?
The idea?.. Oh, I thought my deeply despise;
Not her in the heavy darkness of the road indicate
Not her hoping to show off his native land.
What do you mean my idea before this evil power,
Before the groan of misery, before the voice of anguish?
She fainted under the painful cross,
She is torn by grief and doubt.

I met the new year alone... in front of me
Weren't sparkling glass of sparkling wine
Only Duma the old familiar melancholy,
Like old friends, without being called, with the whole family
Came to me with malevolent triumph...

No, not ashamed to love and not afraid to love!
As light as it is gratifying to live,
If you could your friend to pour
All the chest beating and your breathing!..

Loves the one who is crazier desire boils
Loves the one who is crazier him kiss...

Kiss - the first step to cooling: the dream
And possible, and the close was;
With a kiss drops the wreath of purity,
And idol relegated from the pedestal;

Only the morning of love is good: good
Only the first, timid of speech,
Trembling virginal, bashful souls,
Omissions and runaway meetings
Cross hints and looks of the game
The hope, jealousy is blind;
Unforgettable, full of happiness time
On earth - pleasure Paradise!..

Ah, beauty is a terrible force!

Believe in the great power of love!
Holy trust in her conquering cross,
in its light, radiant saving
a world mired in dirt and blood.
Believe in the great power of love!