Author of quotes: Ivan Alekseevich Bunin. Page 2

In the naked groves blew cold...
You shone between dry,
The dead leaves... I was young
I composed my first poem -
And forever stick with pure
Young my soul
Wet - fresh, watery,
Sour smell yours!

Early, dawn barely visible,
Heart of sixteen.
Again drowsy haze
Lime colour heat.
Quiet and mysterious house
Extreme cherished window.
Curtain in the window, and her
The sun of my universe.

Away dark thicket and severe.
Under the red mast, under a pine tree
I stand and hesitate on the threshold
In the world of the forgotten, but native.
Eh, we are worthy of their inheritances?

We in joy trusting as children.
Amuses us Myrtle, drunk with victory Laurel...

... And I dreamed that we, as in a fairy tale,
Walked along the desert coast
Over the wild blue curving,
In the deep forest, among the Sands.
I dreamed of the Northern sea,
Forests desert region...
I dreamt about the distance, I dreamed of a fairytale
I dreamed my youth.

The trails of the sanctuary, deaf
In the forest twilight go.
Covered with dry leaves,
The forest is silent: autumn night waiting.
This is called an owl in the desert gully...
Here is the dark sheet fell slightly rustling...
The night is coming: it flies in the twilight
Her silent, sorrowful soul.

Yesterday you were with me
But you're so sad with me.
In the evening rainy day
You become me to seem wife...
Well, goodbye! Sometime before spring
Live and alone - without a wife.

Forest in pearl frost. Frosty.
Singing from a Telegraph pole
Something fun, something plaintive, something menacing
Ringing roar dark fate.

And in the silence of an autumn midnight
Remember the song that sang the Nightingale,
Remember the summer nights
And to think that the years go by,
That spring, as the storm passes,
They will not return
Cheated of happiness...

But I fear the storm:
Sad to think that it would be
Life without sorrow without happiness,
In the bustle of daily cares.
That wither life force
Without struggle and without difficulty,
What a dull damp fog
The sun will hide forever.

Don't scare me by storm:
Cheerful the roar of spring storms!
After the storm over the earth
Shine happier azure.
After the storm molodeya,
The Shine of new beauty
Fragrant and lush
The flowers bloom!

Love dreams of my spring,
Dream on the morning of my days
Crowded - like herds of deer
Protected waters of the river:
The slightest sound in the green -
And all their tender beauty,
The whole sleep of the blessed and the shaking
Already raced a lightning in the forest.

We next went, but I
Have a look you did not dare,
In the wind March day
Empty our speech was lost.
Already half-opened mouth
I avoided to touch with sight,
But there were still blissfully empty
The wonderful world where we went next.

Last night somebody sang a long time.
Far away wandering in a dark field
Voice sad prowess rang
Singing about the past happiness and the will.
What is in the soul that voice awoke,
I don't know... But the soul was sad,
And you so dearly I loved,
Like me once you loved.