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How the poet loved you.

Moments of happiness are short, there are long. They do not want to scream and jump, they penetrate deep into the soul and overwhelm it. The experience of happiness does not tire us out or drain us, as happens with delight or ecstasy, but gives strength. This condition is especially
powerful and bright in those moments when you suddenly painfully clearly realize that everything is finite: this evening will pass, this intimacy, the music will be silent, the guests will go home, everything will pass, including life itself. And for me, the feeling of immense happiness is akin to being on the border between light and shadow, when the light seems especially dazzling, and you can turn your back on the shadow.

It seems to many that happiness is a bright emotional outburst, an incredible rise when you want to jump for joy. But in fact, happiness is much closer to the feeling of the deepest satisfaction with life than to delight, and is full of peace. This is a state, not emotions, and it is woven from many shades.

It is an advantage if you feel joy doing what you have special abilities. If Warren Buffett decided to become a ballet dancer, no one would of heard.

- .. It's just amazing!
Is... is that a piece of brain in there?

If only the skies and a sea blue
I came to used only the rye, and only used clumps of roses
Soulless beauty our eyes could caress,
I know our enthusiasm would not know bitter tears!..
But there is another life is Beauty - other -
Bitter smile, tears drooping eyes,
Dearer than the blue of the seas, freedom of heaven
The image of a woman... Loving and adoring,
We condemn the spirit to eternal suffering
But between songs, the voices of the strings live
Love rejected captivate us sobs!..
Save well, art, we, as the combat armour,
So cute the way we love without suffering
As the blue skies, the fragrance of flowers!


Quote in English

Et le Romain sous la sentait lourde cuirasse,
Soldat captif berçant le sommeil d'un enfant,
Ployer défaillir et sur son cœur triomphant
Le corps voluptueux que embrasse son étreinte.
Tournant sa tête pâle entre ses cheveux bruns
Vers celui qu enivraient d cuisine parfums
Elle tendit sa bouche, et ses prunelles claires
Et courbé sur elle, l ardent Imperator
Vit dans ses larges yeux étoilés de points d'or
Toute une mer immense où fuyaient des galères.




And the Roman, Crusader, soldier, wearing armor,
As a slave, nurtured a dream of a young darkie,
Enthusiastically embracing mighty hand
Her hot mill, chiseled agate.
Scattered hair chestnut cascade
Jet themselves around the winning flavor.
And gentle mouth was scarlet. And the passion was without measure.
And the Emperor saw in it all their treasure.
Found in her eyes where the stars are burning,
Full width and the distance of the seas and all their galleys.

Indeed, enthusiasm is the child of ignorance, and the ability to see the final result - it's like a small seedling to see the future formed the crown of the grown tree.

They began to thump even more - now not from grief, but from joy, Russian is somehow different...

When somebody feels that he has found what he was looking for, this stunned mind can breed with any direction of thought. Delight in the same way stunning, and disappointment; disappointment in one leads to the other extreme.

If the man is overjoyed from winning the sport, then the reason for this is his low self esteem.

His death was a challenge. Death - the attempt to join because people rush to the sacred precincts, and it is impossible to reach, she slips away and hides in secret; the proximity of the spreading apart; goes out delight; it remains alone. In the death - hug.

But would not spill in vain the delight of the crowd.

Femininity is a gift from God!
Do not possess it - admire it and admire!