Author of quotes: Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev. Page 3

Hours of monotonous combat,
Tedious night the story!
The language is still alien
And clear everyone as a conscience!

The smartest German, when you speak about Russia, will be a fool.

Long since, proud of his victory,
You said she is mine...
By the way - ask and swadi,
What remained of the Ney?
Where cheeks go rose
The smile and sparkle of eyes?
All singed, burned tears
Flammable moisture its.

What would the life of us neither taught,
But the heart believes in miracles...

Living, learn all about
Sadness, joy, and anxiety -
What to ask for? What to grieve?
That day is done - thank God!

... and prostoagency,
Those seem guilty of it...
Such is the light and there he is inhuman,
Where human-sincere wine.

She was sitting on the floor
And piles of letters examined,
And, like embers,
Took them in his hands and threw.
Took friends leaves
And so wonderful they looked,
As souls look down
On the corpse they have abandoned...
Oh, how life was then,
Experienced irreparable!
Oh, how many bitter moments,
Love and joy killed!..
I stood silently on the sidelines
And fall ready was to kneel, -
It was sad and scary to me
As inherent from the cute shadow.

Loved you as you love
No, no one has yet succeeded,
Oh My God! And to go through it
And heart to pieces did not explode!

But quick all the glamour, they don't have to visit.

Oh, how deadly we love
As for the violent blindness of passions
We just rather ruin,
What our heart a mile!

Just to live in yourself learn -
There's a whole world in your soul
Mysterious-magic thoughts;
They will deafen external noise
Fluorescent disperse the rays,
Hearken to their singing and be silent!..

Any weakening of the mental life in society necessarily entails the strengthening of the material and vile inclinations, the selfish instincts.

Russian History before Peter the Great is one funeral service, and after Peter the Great - one criminal case.

I must confess that the position of the Russian God is not a sinecure.