Character: Cyrano de Bergerac

- Your nose... Uh, well... big...
Yes. It is larger than your eloquence,
And I would about this, mind you,
Of the outstanding subject
One-liners would win the whole volume,
Changing gestures and tone...
Here, for example, is not particularly sharp -
The tone of the narrative - so jokes are a beginner:
What do you call this Peninsula,
Which grew up between your cheeks?
Cheeky tone in which island friends:
You from a Cup you can't drink -
Beat your nose our dishes!
Let me offer you a bowl?
Or respectful-touching;
You this tower family
Has long owned? Naive: the far places
You this monument was transported to Metropolitan ladies?
Dear: Sir loves birds?
He made them a roomy perch!
Snide: what's that? Hook for hats? Comfortable!
No need to pay in the dressing room!
The tone is tender: my God! From rain and wind
You ordered zontick him?
The tone surprised: Sorry, it's -
You alone?
Friendly: In the heat of life's storms,
Having suffered a fiasco in any question,
It's hard to hang a nose,
But it is easy to hang on the nose!
Sarcastic, slightly to the side and askew:
But, sir, you are strongly lucky:
Not seeing beyond their own noses,
You can see a wide horizon!
Practical: to Advise you dare
For your nose to make a lottery;
I'll tell you with her soul,
Received thing this
Would win big,
Having a small joy.
So wisecrack could you at random,
When would knowledge had or the mind.
But y you no mind and so little knowledge
What you don't know yet, you fool.
And being smart, you would not have said, -
I myself am only on yourself you can laugh like that!

- Aristocrats with a pitiful look,
No tape and no gloves!
Yes.
But I'm not left with were nesmytogo hurt
With rumpled honour - never!
Though I'm not dressed very elegantly,
However, I think, evident even to you
On my shelf do not show through the stain,
Emerges as dirt on your laces.
Gloves as well, and not to share with anyone
Gloves to exhaust the dispute.
But in any circle in non-secular or secular -
For me rang true louder spurs!

Poor you, girls... and bad for your business,
Since the two of you have a pair of shoes even!
- No, a pair of two and my sister...
But to way to stop and envy and malice,
For the time being we do not have second,
We can walk barefoot decided both!

You speak the truth. What's wrong
Such a death for every poet?
I was killed for what he saw the upper light
Not that it was called the upper light.
And I insisted on it
As a man and as a poet!
And to me the descendants have not forgotten
I composed the inscription for his own grave:
Passerby, stop! Here is buried the
Who lived a life beyond all worldly rules.
He was a musician, but left no notes.
He was a philosopher, but the books he left.
He was an astronomer, but somewhere in the starry sky
Forever the scientist lost his trail.
He was a poet, but poems are not created!..
But the life he lived as a poet!

So you ask: why
Waiting for a hundred murderers of the unfortunate poet?
But the truth characteristic of him,
And many hate it!

Than it might scare you a sort of trifle?
What kiss? Fragile sign,
The connection of souls, the breath of rose,
From heart to heart path, a mysterious flower,
That fills the soul with fragrance.
Only one petal
The wreath of love, luxurious and rich;
Air moth, come down easy
On rosebud, opened with a smile;
Nothing, one dream,
Accidentally flown to us from Paradise;
A moment of infinity, which, dying,
Give me your lips!

What the mind of love? I swear, they are incompatible!
And continue it for a long time could
Such a refined mind exercises.
It's all fiction, nothing! Love itself
So great, so noble,
At the right moment she will speak freely.

Cyrano de Bergerac:
Without gloves I?
One I have left now from the fumes -
Although they were very old,
But have rendered service to me, it is:
Someone in the face I sent her,
And in a flash he had his defiant tone left.
Vicomte de Volver:
Rogue, rascal, insolent fool!
Cyrano de Bergerac: (taking off his hat and bowing as if Valver introduced herself to him):
- Here is how?.. Very happy! And I, Cyrano Savinien Hercule de Bergerac!

Who wants to fight? The place is free, and the faithful sword sharp!
I will give the right numbers!
Heroes, closer! All alternately!
Well, who is the name of my open sheet?
You sir? No? You? No? You?
The first duelist to fame is I met!
Well, who is waiting for death, let the hand of the brave will soon raise one!
But something in you I see courage...
Il so embarrassing you kind of naked swords?

And yet: smile and drag, smile and drag.

... their cones are all somehow appreciate much above other people.

... only by overcoming difficulties, achieving something with great difficulty, will appreciate the result achieved.

- What else are you going to scoff, if not over the failures? And then, we need to develop you sense of humor, something hard you have with him. Neither to laugh at themselves can not, others do not give. You greedy, harmful, nasty, greedy gall.
- Greedy - noun masculine.
- In-in, and boring to do the same.