descendants [Theme] Page 2

It is foolish to be a miser who saves money only to have them condescendingly chuckling, spent his less Thrifty descendants.

Give yourself this time. Those who care more about the glory in the offspring, do not consider that the descendants of the promise to be exactly the same as the contemporaries, on whom they complain. And the descendants after death. In General, what do you care, those in other words are they about you to respond or have you an opinion?

A legacy received knapsacks,
decency I will not forgive the descendants.

You want to live long - do for posterity.

Are you writing for posterity?
The pampering!
For it is not praise contemporary.
Yes, for you like
He
No excess of fame no, no extra money!

We strive to change the life to the descendants was happy, and posterity will say as usual: first it was better, now worse than before.

She wanted me to live next to, had children as early as possible, thinking only about their wellbeing - family lives, but what does it cost?

I think our descendants will someday be laugh, looking at the suits of our astronauts. Probably will be another fashion space suits. But the fashion of the dignity, the fashion for spirituality, if it can be called a fashion in joke, it does not pass. While man remains man.

If the heart of something strongly desired is transmitted to posterity with blood.

I zhivemo. Earth has us trim.
A vzhe art to wait peresta.
Us vzhe twicli: genv no.
And scho, Yak (? Zaskoleni, and what?!
And scho Yak VIN mizh us to go, genius?
To vivocity s brudo Tsey potworny hour.
Scho Yak for TSE vzhe at once in our genes
naschadki Nashi zavajayut us?!
And live. The earth still carries us.
But it the art stops to wait.
No geniuses, okay. And do not ask
himself - suddenly there? Hounded, but not to take?
And suddenly, he walks between us, genius?
Exports from the horror in time through the mud.
And if now, for it is in our genes
our descendants despise us?

The memory of the ancestors we must be worthy. The memory of the descendants, too, must be worthy.

The wisdom of the ancestors becomes the mind of posterity.

And ancestors of boring us luxury fun
Their honest, boyish debauchery;
And to the grave we're in a hurry and without happiness, without glory,
Looking back mockingly.

Don't go the world without us
In the past, in the dark,
It is the eternal now,
While living descendants.