Author of quotes: Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev. Page 1

Between Russia and the West can not be the Union nor the interests, nor for the sake of principles we, Russian, should always be remembered that the principles, which are Russia and Europe, so opposite, so mutually negate each other, that the life of one is only possible at the cost of death of another. Therefore, the only natural policy of Russia in relation to Western powers, it is not a Union with one or another of these powers, and separation, the separation of them. Because only when they are disconnected between themselves, cease to be hostile to us - in the impotence.

Hours of monotonous combat,
Tedious night the story!
The language is still alien
And clear everyone as a conscience!
Who is without longing heed of us
Among the world of silence
Deaf time moaning,
Prophetic farewell voice?
It seems to us: the world is orphaned
Irresistible Rock caught
And we, in the struggle, the nature of the whole
Abandoned to ourselves.

Not all soul painful dream:
Spring came and the skies clear.

Yes, you have kept your word:
Not moving his gun or ruble
Comes into its own again
Native Russian land.
And we settled on sea
Again, loose wave,
Brief about forgetting the shame
Kiss my native shore.
Happy in our century, to whom the victory
Was not blood, and mind,
Happy, who is the point of Archimedes
Was able to find in himself.
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But the confrontation is over eh?
And how mighty your arm
Master in clever perseverance
And unconsciousness in the fools?

Idly breathing the hazy noon;
Lazily rolling river,
Blue ardent and pure
Lazily melting clouds.
And the whole of nature, like a mist,
Snooze hot embraces,
And he is now a great pan
In the cave of the nymphs calm sleep.

There is a grace in autumn evenings
Touching, mysterious charm!..
Sinister brilliance and diversity of trees,
Crimson leaves languid, soft rustle...

When decrepit power
We begin to change
And we must, as the old-timers
Aliens new place to give, -
Save us then, good genius,
From the cowardly reproach,
From slander, from oslablenie
On life-changing.

Love, love - says the legend -
The Union of the soul with the soul of native -
Their Saedinenie, the combination,
And fatal the merger,
And the fatal duel......
And than one softer
In the unequal struggle of two hearts
The inevitable and rather
Loving, suffering, sad, numb,
It finally faded...

Winter's angry without reason,
It's time -
Spring is knocking on the window
And driving from the yard.

Happy is he who visited this world
In his fateful minutes!
Its called auspicious
As the interlocutor to the feast.
He high-circuses audience,
He admitted their advice was -
And alive, as gods,
From the Cup they drank the immortality!

I love the storm in early may
When the spring, the first thunder,
How would frolic and play,
Rumbles in the sky blue.
Peals of thunder, young,
Here the rain splattered, dust flying,
Hanging pearl rain,
And the sun gilds the threads.

I met you and the past
In otzhivshem heart arose;
I remembered the Golden time -
And his heart was so warm...
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There is not one memory,
Then life began to speak, -
And the same to you charm,
And that train in my heart love!

It has long been possible to foresee that this rabid hatred that every year more and more ignited by the West against Russia, will break ever chain. This moment has come... It's the entire West came to show its denial of Russia and block her path to the future.

Happy who voice solid, bold
San forgetting their, forgetting their throne
To broadcast closed-minded tyrants
The Holy truth is born!