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You love roses for being slived on them by Mayakovsky.

Roses - dreams - birches - the best possible rhyme in our best possible world!

Ah, on what trifles happiness sometimes depends! I have read everything that wise people have written, I have comprehended all the secrets of philosophy - and my life is broken just because I do not have a red rose.

Et les violettes aux bois.

O my heart,
What do we have to do?
Mountain roses
Already, withering, faded, faded,
And a storm rises.

- Don't, Bunny, I have no things. In this damn hole.

Daisies are the most homely flowers, and roses give joy and are always ready to bloom.

--lit.

- Phidias will help us solve the problem: the one who sculpted Olympian Zeus with his own hands knows what divine perfection is and, of course, what human perfection is.
- Should I talk about the perfection of a woman, about beauty or about the perfection of a man, a warrior? Phidias responded, putting an undring bowl of wine on the table. - Should I talk about the perfection of the rose or the perfection of the thorns that protect this rose?

Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you
Don't come back, it won't end well
But I wish you'd tell me too
Our love six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?
Roses Could bloom
Again?




Help, I once again confused myself
But I remember you
Don't come back, it will not end well,
But I want you to me too, all told.
Our love was buried six feet under the ground,
I can't help but wonder
Watered our grave the rain
Bloomed to her roses?
Have blossomed roses
Again?

The scarlet glow of dawn
tones of blooming roses,
and in the last rays
blooming iris purple -
here it is, the way our world...

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authrizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself the corrupting salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than their sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense -
Thy adverse party is thy advocate -
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an ccessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.




My friend, deed your consigned to oblivion!
Rose there's thorns, there is silt in the key
The sun and moon - mist, Eclipse, -
Malicious worm is found in the flower.
All men are sinners, because sin and I
You quickly excusing;
You in favor of harming himself,
I, no matter what you do, all is forgiven.
Your sins, my love meet:
Your opponent, the defender AVAS,
Himself same a counterclaim Vineet
And, armed against himself,
Aspires to be a judge to justify a
All of you, my lovely thief!

Et parfois je croirais, ô Beauté terrible,
Voir en toi l Amazone à l'unique mamelle
Dont le coeur ne bat plus que pour la cruauté
Si je ne sentais pas, ô fraîche nouveauté!
Pointer sur ce sein où la fleur au fruit se mêle
Les boutons d une rose rougissants jumelle.




A terrible beauty! I thought suddenly,
Not to svechnoy do with a sword a fierce Amazon
I impose as a future spouse?
But cute your outfit has tempered my fear.
I see on the breast, on the same side
two roses sticking out two scarlet sisters.

Les roses étaient toutes rouges
Et les lierres étaient tout noirs.
Chère, pour peu que tu te bouges,
Renaissent tous mes désespoirs.
Le ciel était bleu trop, trop tendre,
La mer trop verte et trop l'air doux.
Je crains toujours, ce qu'est d'attendre! -
Quelque atroce de fuite vous.
Du houx à la feuille vernie
Luisant Et du buis je suis las
Et de la campagne infinie
Et de tout, fors de vous, hélas!




All the roses were too Aly,
Ivy resolutely black
MA chere, take part in small,
Spare me from the Blues.
The sky was too blue,
Fresh air, a sea of green,
I will dwell in the sadness now
- You must wait a trick.
Holly leaves glitter mirror
Boxwood gloss compels the eye
Fields of endless heat foil -
All of the tires... except You!