Author of quotes: Joseph Rudyard Kipling. Page 1

With full kit under the protection of the work,
We knead to these heathens dirt
And then send in the rear of the engineers
Engineering her Majesty's troops
With the content and the rank of sapper.
We dry the swamp, blowing rock,
And they are a bullet flying down the slope
And convey engineering
Engineering her Majesty's troops
With the content and the rank of sapper.
We have them building roads, bridges, pockets,
Telegraph, and wire-cut enemies,
And for that, we engineer
Engineering her Majesty's troops
With the content and the rank of sapper.

And when we come back and there will be peace,
Envy not decorate apartments,
Designed for engineers
Engineering her Majesty's troops
With the content and the rank of sapper.
We build them barracks, they shout,
That the sapper sectarian, screwball and married,
Insulting us engineers
Engineering her Majesty's troops
With the content and the rank of sapper.
There is no gratitude in them from time immemorial,
The stronger our help, the more they
Harass us, engineers
Engineering her Majesty's troops
With the content and the rank of sapper.

What infantry? With a rifle in his hand man!
And cavalry? So, horse running!
The thing some engineers
Engineering her Majesty's troops
With the content and the rank of sapper.
Artillery - one too heavy,
Once we are alone and are doing things,
Because we are engineers
Engineering her Majesty's troops
With the content and the rank of sapper.
No doubt, for others and snuff will not give
("Yes, sir," said the sapper),
And one body only is good - this is our
We are called gentlemen engineers
Engineering her Majesty's troops
With the content and the rank of sapper.

Move at random, lot perekhvat, without the sun in the sky.
From darkness into darkness, one by one, as Bering - on sails.
The path will be simple only in the light of the stars for experienced swimmers:
From the Nord to the West, where the Western Cross, and the course in Twins.
These milestones clear to everyone, poachers doubly
At a time when the bulls are leading the pack among the stones.
In the sky Toros, squirt videos, black whales splash,
The cat roars - twilight tears, tiles ice crackle.
Rushes hurricane and snow storm howls Russian Blizzard -
George Saint on one side and St. Paul on the other!
So in the squalls sails of the hunting fleet away from the coast,
Where poachers from year to year are on a dangerous fishing.

Where the sullen sea creeps into the Bay between the coast ranges,
Where haunting blue Fox, there of the uterus are naked.
Raging with lust, a bulls roar until September
And after an unknown trail go back into the sea.
Cliffs goals, the beasts of black ice covered stranded
And pasori play of the night, there's a Blizzard.
Breaking icebergs, ice crushing, hears the sullen God,
Crying Fox and the whirlwind and blows the snow in your rig.

But the women love to flaunt and get paid without interference,
And so the poachers from year to year are restricted fur.
The Japanese of the Russian bear tears, and Britain is not worse than tears,
But give an American thief named a hundred points.

Lead and steel confirmed, the law of Siberia soon.
Don't the seals to shoot the Russian commander!

His name has not a Wild Dog, and the First Friend, and he will be our friend forever.

This world is not so important, so many people died from overwork.

Manage all that I won a little,
To put on the last odd-odd
And lose. And to start all over again
Without saying a word about his miscalculation.
Manage to force the heart, nerves and the body
To serve you when the heat has decayed,
When, collecting all the will to the limit,
You stand and stand ordered.
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

Manage to dream, dreams themselves are not in your hands,
Reflection an end in itself without paying,
Manage to come across wins and losses
Both the distrust with bated.
Manage to tolerate when your same opinion
A scoundrel to his advantage distorted
When burning the hands of your creation,
So once again from the ashes you revived.
If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

Manage to hold on to when all around,
Losing their heads, you are blaming around.
Believe in yourself! Manage in spite of fate,
To forgive unbelievers doubt in you.
And wait manage without getting tired,and the period
Slandered, learn to reject the lies,
And hate, don't curse violently
And not to brag wisdom penny.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

You both know how sometimes
Blind loyalty is necessary;
And a friend stands up for you
Without asking whose fault it is.
Ninety-nine, hearing the thunder,
In the bushes obechi strive.
And only the hundredth will go with you
To the gallows and to hell!

But she doesn't always dance!
Years take her!
The crowd of fans already
Will not have it!
And play I did,
Captivating all in a row:
She will be eighty-two
And I was under fifty.
(But not always train her to be like that!
Will be fun years
It will pull the rest
Forget games, fashion...
I'm looking at the future beam
I simply argue:
Rather would I fifty,
So... she was ninety.)
But even She must older grow
And end Her dancing days,
She can't go on forever so
At concerts, balls and plays.
One ray of priceless hope I see
Before my footsteps shine;
Just think, that She'll be eighty-one
When I am forty-nine.