Author of quotes: Semyon Yakovlevich Nadson. Page 2

Harsh times
Bysto flies, - does not spare and does not wait ...
Life is often a heavy burden,
Bright childhood as a holiday will pass.

And out of the chaos, she can't show her the way.

He is everyone's innate ability to reconcile.

Why is a Bacchante moaning sick? ..

More eloquent than a raised whip! ..

I am not used to sharing burning tears with the busty crowd.

As after an orgy, a naked slut! ..

When she went through the fire of suffering! ..

Spring is not joyful in the midst of the compum of the capital,
Where the pale vault of the sky is hidden in the smoke clouds,
Where you suffocate, as under the slab of the tomb,
On cramped streets and in stone houses!

Reigns in my tormented soul.

I'm tired of the captivity of the cities,
And here, in the wilderness, the heavens are so clear -
Down with the oppression of meaningless shackles, -
In the flower of lilacs and in the greenery of the forest!..

And the chill of the native river, and the dormant forest.

And it seems that someone's threats are sounding!

Almost from the cradle of our hearts we are decrepit,
We are lanking with unbelief, we are gnawed by longing...
Even wish we passionately do not know how,
We even hate surreptitiously!..