Marina Tsvєtaєva: the most penetrating quotes about life and love. The tragic share of Tsvєtaєva Marina Ivanivna
But usually one and the same -
Don't love a hero in a romance!
All women lead in the fog.
The ghetto of vibration. Shaft. Riv.
Spare, don't check.
Have a christian with svit_v
Sing - a Jew.
Yaksho was born with a krylata -
Shho їy mansion - і scho їy hati!
I know everything, what will be, everything will be,
I know all the deaf tamnitsa,
Scho on dark, on nedorіkuvatih
My human staring - Life.
I like the heart, cut out,
Without a likar znimak shvi, -
Know that the heart is the head є,
І є sokira - from the head ...
To the Emperor - the capital,
Drummer - snig.
Deyakim without crookedness -
Life is expensive to give.
Do not love, bagatiy is a common one,
Do not love, impressions are bad
Do not love, blush, blush,
Do not love, good - shkidlivu:
Golden - a step to the door!
Do not quarrel, land of Russia!
Angels - be barefoot ...
Do not remember the youth
About the hunched elder.
Do not remember the old
About blissful youth.
Heart - love evil
Зілля - vіrnіshe all.
Woman with koliski
Chyysh mortal sin.
The whole sea needs the whole sky,
Whole heart needs all God.
And the baiduzh - God will punish!
It is scary to step on the souls of the living.
Non-string ship do not play
First nightingale, do not sleep.
I bless you,
I bless the sleepy dream.
The Lord's affection is the Lord's judgment,
The good law is the Kam'yaniy law.
In the midst of troubles. God has no trouble!
... Vіchno in pіzhmurki
Grate with great efficiency.
All along the same road
Pull the drogi -
It’s early chi, I’m just one year old.
Woe and woe, - the sea is salty!
Ti i nagodush,
Ti and drink,
Ti started spinning
We are serving you!
Girkota! Girkota! vichny prismak
On your lips, about addiction! Girkota! Girkota!
Vichny spokusa -
The rest of the pastry.
Hussar! - Still not finished with lyalki,
- Ah! - in the number of hussar chekaєmo!
Children - a whole lot of new riddles,
I cry out in the riddles themselves!
Valor and innocence! alliance
Trees and wondrous, like death and glory.
Friend! Baiduzhist is a filthy school!
I am embittered by the heart.
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Wicked drills and feats of love.
Є yaky hour - yak thrown off clage:
If in sob, the pride is tidy.
Hour of study - wine in the life of the skin
Urochisto-non-gates.
Woman with koliski
Chyysh mortal sin.
For the prince - rid, for the seraphim - the host,
Behind the skin - thousands of such, like a vin,
Schob hitting, - to live the wall
Falling and knowing, now - a thousand for a change!
Zvira - barlig,
To the wanderer - the road,
The dead are dear.
To skin svo.
Know one thing: tomorrow you will be old.
Use іnshe, ditinko - forget it.
І sleep їy - water, і shelter -
Water, - in the blood, in the tears was touched!
Chi is not mother, but machuha - Lyubov:
Do not check neither the court nor the favor.
І so it will be tanuti month
І tanuti snig,
If you rush through the young,
Charivniy stolittya.
Kozhen virsh - a child of a kohannya,
Zhebrak bastryuk,
Pervistok - at the kolії
On uklin vіtram - pledges.
Something goes to school, some goes to school.
To the skin.
On human heads
Lissya, zabuttya!
Hto not being at home -
The earth is unworthy.
But friends are not guilty -T
it is unlikely that you are generous to your friends.
lighter than fox
Prikhovati pіd odyag,
Chim whip you,
Jealous and dull!
Cohannia! Cohannia! І in vessels і in coffins
Alarmed - pricked up - zbenzhenі - torn.
People, turn up: we live tight!
Tilki in aces of perezhimaniya over nudgoy.
Shall all be fine? Will you be rich?
Ні, more beautiful than a bush!
Mi spimo - і axis, kryz kam'yanі plate
Heavenly Guest in the Chotiri Pelustki.
About light, mind! Spіvakom - uvі snі - vіdkritі
Law of the Law and Formula of the Quote.
Do not love, bagatiy is a common one,
Do not love, teachings - bad,
Do not love, blush, blush,
Do not love, good - shkidlivu:
Golden - a step to the door!
One half of the window was broken.
One half of the soul is over.
Let's see - and that half,
The first half of it!
Оліпійці ?! Oh look at the dir!
Celestials - mi - lipimo!
Hands that are not needed
Dear, serve - the World.
... zmivaє krashі rum'yana Lyubov.
Rise to grow, like stars and yak Troyandi,
Yak beauty is not needed in the family.
Already in the evening to travel, even the earth in dew,
Already soon a khurtovin was caught in the sky,
I will soon fall asleep on earth,
Someone on earth was not allowed to sleep alone.
I love women, they were not afraid in battle,
Dying and trimati sword, and list, -
Ale know that only in full of koliski
Zvychayne - zhіnoche - Happiness is mine!
In dialogue with the lives of important not її food, but our kind.
It is possible to fend for people, but it is not possible to fend off with people.
Women talk about love and talk about cohants, choloviks - back.
Love in us is like belongings, I don't know anything about it, everything is on the right in different ways.
To love - to bachiti a person in such a way, as if God had conceived and the father did not live.
For more narrow-mindedness of souls, a narrow-mindedness is needed, more so - a spirit, why is it not the rhythm of the soul? Otzhe, people were alone with one thought, treba, and the stench was gone, or else they were lying.
Appreciate, if everything is given at once and the continuation is not necessary. Prodovzhuvati, aje tse - rewire.
Kozhen times, if I know that I don't love people, I am amazed, not to love - I am amazed, ale more amazed, if people are less baiduzhi.
Love and motherhood may be one of one. Spraved motherhood is husband's.
Love: collecting from the cold, flowing from the specs, hanging from the first leaf, rising from the last: starting from the last.
Zrada vzazu for love. You can’t be the one who knows.
Tilo in his youth - an outfit, in the elder - a trumpet, with a roar!
The goddesses took love with the gods, the people of the heroes, and they loved the shepherds.
Our short words are іntonatsії.
Creativity is spilna on the right;
Maybut є the area of reservations about us, just like that itself has passed є the area about us (I want to be built navpaki). Spravzhnє f є the whole new krikhitne field of our performance.
Happy people, life is guilty of being happy, because of their love for a hearty gift. To that, it is a happy one.
Krila - freedom, only if it is open in polo, there is a stench behind the back.
Naskіlki miraculous prophesy of ryvnostі from princely lips - nasіlki ogidnoy from janitors.
Be nice, mind you? Їx is dumb for an artist. Life itself is an unpleasant mind.
At the Orthodox Church (temple) I see the soul, go to the earth, to the Catholic - the soul, so to fly into the sky.
Zhanka, don't forget about Heinrich Heine in that chilin, if you enter kokhaniy, love only Heinrich Heine.
The dispute over blood is rude and mild, the dispute over deprivation is subtle. De thin, there and tear.
Curve to transport, straight to drown.
- Know yourself! - I got it. - First of all, the anti-cancer will not fall down on the knowledge of the one. Navpaki, as only I am starting to judge a man by his own, to go unreasonable for unreasonable.
I will love the bagatikh. I swear and I promise, I’m good (so it’s not worth anything) and garnie (so it’s good to dress up).
It’s not possible to be a human being, nor a blush, nor a noble one, you need to be a bagatim.
Our children are older than us, who are better than us, far from life. Older than us maybutny. That is both us and strangers.
The girls of that kola may have been living more or less by the way and by the mystery and by the same more reasoning in the right hearts, not by our own animals, by themselves, by the most important successes. (About Pushkin's hour).
Sport is a waste of an hour for vitra of energy. The bottom of the athlete is only yogo glances.
Skin book - stealing from vlasny life... Chim is more chitaєsh, tim is less vmієsh and you want to live yourself.
"A terrible gift" by Marini Tsvєtaєvoi.
"I wonder if
the virginity of the soul is there,
de nemaє daruє soul. "
"All of me in simple hair
accept my joy. "
M. Tsvetaeva
Marina Ivanivna Tsvєtaєva wrote about herself once like this: "I know my own price: there is a price for a well-known and loving one, zero for others, for (pride) I do not trim" marks ", I declare trimati - mine - for others." I still know: “I don’t like life like this, for me to fix it, it means that I’ll make sense and vaga - only I change, tobto - in mysticism. ocean and paradise. Me rich itself is not needed ".
Christmas about її creativity contradicts і seem rich. But all the dwellings and judgments often break about her herself - so piercingly obvious, accessible to everyone, but at the same time I will not understand or accept anyone. Tsvєtaєva said about herself very much, she didn’t think about her head charming house. Tse taєmnitsya krylatostі.
"I am fair krilat,
Ty zrozumiv is a companion in the share.
Ale, oh, don't fit in
For my cursed misery ", -
Zasterіgaє won the skin, hto risikne, zakokhivshis in її vіrshi, raskadati її soul.
Її way - way of "world and self-determination", deaf countrymen and divine dance. Win grailivy and a little bit, ale, and sadly deserted. U nyu panuє lishe won herself - Sings and Genii - kerovana as a beautiful, aloof Teacher.
"We will be fierce and inflated by virtue,
Let's change - the new ones and the ancient ones,
Chobitkom - timid and laggy -
Behind the cloak - to break and break ".
Tsvєtaєva chekaє, ale, it's a pity, not to know the fellows in the share.
Well viznachaє day of Tsvetaevsky poetical creativity? First for all the breadth and the uniqueness of the assessments, gestures, behavior, share in total. May be, do Tsvєtaєva - sings the pose of artistic tradition, zoom in to start his way "from zero". For such pripushen є submit.
Tsvєtaєva is not just a talent lyric on the cob of the XX century. Vona - the greatest romantic sings storichchya. Romanticism and creativity on the basis of original philosophical ground. Significant world won zehtuval Russian classical tradition. At the same time, the spirit of those equal to the spirit of O. Pushkin himself appeared, and the talent of taking care of the gift of Akhmatova and Pasternak is a poet of a very classical orintation.
Tsikavo ponder over the religious wizard of M. Tsvєtaєvoi's poetry. How can the theme of God, Christian humility, groveliness, confusion of guilt be realized in the lyric?
In the great world of philosophical and aesthetic look, sing and peek at the moral and spiritual truth of the seeming philosopher F. Nietzsche. On the surface, there is the similarity of the poetical figurative system of the two poets. Vіdkryєmo navmannya Nіtzsche.
"True, life is loved by us, ale not to the one who lives before life, but to the one who sounded before love."
"Chi є ti clean up, І self-reliance, і hlіbom, і lіkami for your friend? The one cannot be fooled by his vlast lantsyugiv, ale є a ryativnik for one.
Chi is not a slave to ti? Todi cannot be a friend. Chi is not a tyrant chi? Todi cannot be mothers of friends. "
"I find your best love, only a symbol of burials and a sickly fuse. Love is a torch that is guilty of sweeping you on your way."
If you are guilty, you will love the given to yourself! Learn how to read love! And for that, blame it on me and drink the cup of your love.
Girkota to take revenge in the bowl to find the best love. So zbuzhuє won’t be tough for people, so zbujuє won’t sprague in you, how to create! "
Singingly, in the books of a Nimetsian philosopher, one can see stanzas and greater indications of the color temperament, but altogether it is possible to find something - rich in vipadkov! - nagadu її pathos, a system of її ethical values, її spiritual drama.
І Tsvєtaєvu, і Nіtsche zaluchayut figures of fearless tightrope walkers, kestrels, strong-willed persons. Vona also, as and the author of "Zarathustri", hate the townspeople and "good" non-monarchs, pragna in the "fire", anger in the "swamp", shukak spiritual companions, people who are hungry as they are enchanted in the near, are torn with the heart of the far-off, far-away.
The mood of singing, an orientation towards self-reliance, the inevitability of the "light" to be explained by the natural nature of the most lyrical gift and shaped on the ear of the 20th century before the stormy revolution. Tsvєtaєva, yak і bogato її participants, went in for a fatal fight with an open visor - yak already є!
Vaughn, madly, is a romantic by the nature of her artistic attempts and to bring people to life. At the same time, again, it is original. Take over Tim, which in Tsvetovoi nemaє nі all sorts of things that have been forgotten by the demonism of romantics of the 19th century (Lermontov, Byron, Heine), nі religious ekzaltatsіy Solovyovtsy-symbolism, new innovations in Christianity nі futuristic porvіv Mayakovsky. Tsvєtaєva started, go and finish my way with the romantic Genia samoty. Yak not to guess Nietzsche's insight: "Oh, self-reliance! Ty, vichizna, mine, self-reliance! Zanadho I am alive wild on a wild alien, so I don’t turn with tears to you!" scho vmіє in a fair way tsіnuvati one gift - the gift of freedom.
"I know the truth! All the great truths - get out!" And the truth is that in the terrible era of death and destruction, "resurrection" will not be and will not give in to anyone. The only reality is death: "soon all of us will fall asleep on the ground, who on earth were not allowed to sleep alone." And if so, then from the earthly life it is necessary to awaken the miracle itself: love, as I do not know the cordon, creativity, but do not come in. In a word, krilato and on one dikhanni live (overcame!) Your romantic share!
"Bootie yak stalk i bootie yak steel
Life has so little to do ", -
The axis of the bazaniyah boundary sings. Tse reach the price of unhuman effort. Tse - pragnennya to the fact that people call out to vvazhayut unworthy or uninvolved.
Її vimogi to his own designation is superbly high. Seemingly, we miraculously undergo and at the same time, we will not grow up in the new world, but the spiritual union of Marini Ivanivnya with Boris Leonidovich Pasternak. We know from the leaves before the new ones who wanted to be able to do it in their own way, how to give it a poetic gift over and above. It is reasonable to let it go, which the vimogi won was presenting to herself. Moreover, for her, the stench is just the norm. This is how Tsvєtaєva imagined the ideal marvelous poet, who would be familiar with the creative idea. Vaughn writes to Pasternak: "Well, I know that your boundary is your physical death." First: "You need to write a great rich. Tse will be your friend's life, persha life, one life ... You will be terribly awesome." It’s a pity (why for happiness?), The announcement to "robots" at Tsvєtaєvoi and Pasternak was boozy. Win not a moment to reconcile with him, but "One is purely and insanely a place to become a robot", Pasternak will need to be indifferent to Tsvєtaєvoy "living" - the life of all other people, details and images. Tsvєtaєva romantically vіdpovіdі not give "to God of details", Pasternak devotedly serving, perhaps, only one. Axis of what, with all the povazi to the blooming geniality of the winners, they often perceived the fear of the gift. Accepted before seeing one of them in the list: "I can’t think about your terrible gift.
"A terrible gift" ... More precisely, viznachennya. Pasternak's trivialities were brutally justified by the tragic share of Marini Tsvєtaєvoi.
And everything was repaired from the Moscow dynasty. Silent feast, as I began to learn to myself, Tsvєtaєva was overwhelmed by the non-vicarious, not overturned, unlawful by the law itself. I love the beauty of the people and the romantic ones - the most frequent ones! - kazok. The heroine of Maryna-dvchinka is in love - not happy and charming Undina. Svit dynasty - svit book vimislu. Mriya does not see a fence, in reality it is often a bazhanim. The daughter of a professor who is visiting in Moscow doesn’t get up in the eyes of those who feel like a dreamer, a pretender, don’t tell me! - not infallible nonsense. About the tse - the numerical help її loved ones, friends, friends. Protse - with unacceptable trepidation and won herself:
"Mi elders for those anger,
But tedious and simple days ...
We know, we know, we know
The one I don’t know stinks. "
"The character of Maryna Bouv is not easy - for those who feel comfortable, and for her self. Pride and bitterness, fortitude and firmness of will, unpretentiousness, but it was early to win the need to pursue his own light," ("Pobut and buttya Marini Tsvєtaєvoi", p. 41).
The color is important and unique. The memory of dignity is a reckless vira in noble habits, beautiful tin, unscrupulous divinity - to drown in it for a long time, until the most fatal sickle-leaf day, the forty-first fate, which she did not experience in the Tatar labuz.
Have a bazhanna affirm for herself the price of a vchinka, a shockingly shocked svitsku publication, Marina Tsvєtaєva is similar to the early Volodymyr Mayakovsky, a rebel poet, a mischievous herald-prophet, a high-handed contempt for a burial person. Rіznitsya mіzh them, mabut, in that, scho Mayakovsky, vdayuchis to epatage, ruinuє svit around himself; Tsvєtaєva f, navpaki, I squeeze in the middle of myself, I don’t let anything there. At the early Mayakovskiy there are no houses, there are no houses, there is no evidence and accessibility, at Tsvєtaєvoi there are no houses, obviously a protective skin supple eye.
Marina is a little "zelochinnitsa" who fights against childish rock for tradition, often cannot fit in with her cohan "devil" - the demon of freedom. The behavior of the Tsvєtaєvoi spatka is grave, you’re getting in the way of visiting loved ones "inshy". They are called "bily crows". According to the essence of the stench - "not in the light of the tsiyu".
Furious up to one of the early Tsvetaev's verses - "Prayer" (1909):
"Christ and God! I will ask the diva
Now, at once, on the cob of the day!
Oh, let me die, docks
All life is a book for me.
Ty wise, you do not say strictly:
"Be patient, not even the end of the lines."
When you feed me yourself - it’s too big!
I'll ask you all at once - all the way! "
Kozhen, hto ponder in the series, wait a bit, scho zmist їkh rebellion. Yuna poetsa does not bazhaє pіdkoryatsya God danіy radі: "Be patient, yet not the end of the lines." Vona boldly and impatiently declares about her self-sufficiency:
"I want everything: with the soul of a tsigan
Yti pіd pisnі on rozby,
For all suffering, the sound of the organ
I amazon race to fight,
Gadati for the stars in the black vezha,
Lead the kids forward, kryz tin ...
Shcheb will be a legend - the day of the day,
Schob boo madness skin day! "
It is impossible not to viznati, but the trick of the greats of evil for the Christian mriy. Tsvєtaєva it is not necessary to wait for the "madness" of a skin day, abi vin is not turning into a stupid and mediocre life. Marina Ivanivna Tsvєtaєva is already in her act of 17 years of knowledge, that “peace” and “peace” is not from God of humility and peace. It’s a pity that I don’t fit into the Christian commandments. It’s back and forth. Dignity has become a kazkoy who is not allowed by permissiveness. As long as life is beyond the law: "my soul is the mittvsty slid", then the payment for such freedom can and is guilty of becoming a punishment of God. But nevertheless, it will be nice if you do not want to "fix it from the tip, and finish it to the ear". And if you bless on some lovers, then also on freedom - "on all sides!"
Well, it’s like, it’s like an exaltation of feelings for the authorities to children, especially those of them, who are not safe to travel. Zvychayno, tse so. Ale Marina Tsvєtaєva is seen from her one-line vignatka serioznіstu taken by her tone. Once, once and for all, "it was a fatal exchange", it was surrounded by "cryptism" as the restlessness of the soul and freedom of the spirit.
"Fatal exchange" of the hanging of the smilivy shlyakh, albeit with a lot of wine and not consecration to anything, crim, mabut, a one-time, passionate drowning, taken by her for the only one designated as the Share of Love. Rock - terrible and malt - transferred to his wife a floral heroine, like the divine from the ancient addictions Fedru, or Andromache - from the one without one before the last. In them, all the "convict addictions were angry in one", in the soul deprived of "the hopelessness of shukak sliv". Tsvєtaєva witddddla and іddіlа to himself at once from usіkh. Wonderful for a miracle, but pay for a new blessed individual. "Easy a stack of weird verses" is expensive, the price is life.
Color and life - food is not easy and big. Vona diznaatsya її by "tremtinnya all are alive", life for her is not trivial - to tear, just once at a time. I will skin the viconano as an important spiritual atrocity. Nothing can be seen "simply", everything is simple. "Life: rozkhristana is the joy of grasping from the wound". Tse is quite similar to the famous Onegin "formula" of love. Remember: "I am guilty of being guilty of singing, so I will waggle with you this day." So to speak for the first time in the life in the correct way of Ongin. Pushkin himself will start thinking about happiness, for a new bazhan he will be, like, seemingly, calm and will. Marina Tsvєtaєva yak nibi knew and knew that it’s nonsense to talk about the spiritual harbor. Vona viznaє only a romantic tone in roses about heart pores.
At them - and the call of the youth, and even in the world, I saw a rozcharuvan - it is from the drukar leaf of all the same, even more than a fiery addiction to Ongin Aunt. Vaughn, as the heroine is famous, welcome to ask about those who are vibrating and exciting, Ale khibna ("Is it all empty? The deception of an incomprehensible soul. explained in love, yak at vir, without looking back. Such є і Tsvєtaєva. One day you will be loved. All her life Marina Ivanivna, like a pushkinska Tetyana, into that fatal sickness, if she gets lost in the Divine - a bazhan's payment for the smitryness of the vchinka.
Ale Diva is not seen. Aunt, not without the wise help of Pushkin, is a unique residual fall into the break of unreasonable love, a happy mine and obtrusive vulgarity of life. Larina know a normal human lot: family, more motherhood. Pushkin call God's law into his viconati - a ghostly law for all Christians.
Tsvєtaєva, at all the bends of his own valley (won the bully and named, and the squad, and the mother of three children), will become indifferent, not obeyed by foreign will. Look, so I do not accept God's light from his generous grace. In one of his poetic knowledge, you will proudly mention yourself and such, like you won’t, "walk the heavens."
Justice for the sake of demanding to say, how one poets to be vicious with virshah to God. You won’t be able to find it, if it’s not something, having borne through all the friends and neighbors, once "there is a cross on the chest" and then at once with those "along the old road, along Kaluzkoyi". Poetesa learn to share. Ale vona - for those who are worn out by the heart. "Zvir is barlig, mandrivnikov is the road, to the dead is dear. To the dear one!" Oh, darling, a mission on the ground, de "dark, light banquet celebrates the pidpilla." Vaughn so "wants", but God has the right to join her as "you want to". On the right - go to the land of "world and self-determination", yogo - God's will - look around at her or zehtuvaty her. I todi - "come and get lost from us".
Bilsh of God Tsvєtaєva, mozhlvo, venerated her idol - Pushkin. Ale has importantly learned, how she sings, she took him in her own way, to be purely romantic. Vona ignored those who are Pushkin into the life of a simple upholstery. Win is in the power to bump together and start in front of the "light", and then again his "I" in the new. In the old Pushkin, he got everything to become a human being: і philosophy, і truth, і peace, і rebellion, and submission to God. Tsvєtaєva to the details, I’ll get rid of it and the real life “didn’t go down.” Vona is a genial romantic.
Why so? Tsvєtaєva is in her own "gods" shvidshe for everything through those who are people in the world not only "without God" (Nietzsche is still genially intelligent for everyone, who came to the XX century), ale and "without Pushkin". Buti "normal", sorry, do not go. Not only "unfashionable", ale and pomilkovo by the very essence. Tsvetaeva as theatrical costumes take on the share of "convict", "ostrozhnitsi", "sailor girl". Vaughn is not worth ni zznіshnyy prosperity, nі inner peace. Tsvєtaєva vvazhaє itself as an important dancer-tightrope walker, who goes to the mainland. "Dancing crochet walked across the earth! - Heaven's daughter!" - proudly declare about yourself. Voice - poets vpevnena in tsomu! - Daniy їy, which means that everything is "taken". I can only take it for granted fearlessness. Tilki so - mayzhe naoslip - you will pass the gifts, but it is not God, but the mysterious Genin-Teacher walk to the end. Todi something and come and go Miracle is absolute Freedom is an absolute creative capture. Those rіdkіsne і radіsniy camp, if it is required on behalf of either the spiritually rіvnіy, or nіkhto. I tse - itself is "more terrible" from usyogo, how it is possible to see in the її znіshnostі. “I’m all the same, go fly, - write to Pasternak. - I, maybe, my head is immoral (undivine).” I gave: “I know what I want - if I want. soul and soul. If you don't smell or say anything, Nebuvalo Zhakhlivy is a miracle. "
The pohuk of the rivny didn’t bend for her nikoli, by the very essence of his fault it was tragic: the rivnogo didn’t come to the call. But after all ... The sphere of piloted respect is seen as heroes, villains, disgraced singers, People's Will, revolutionaries, legendary hearts.
Good for her і Grishka Otrep'ev, і Stepan Razin, і Zhanna D'Arc, і Casanova, і "Lebedinii stan" lads-bіlogvardіtsіv. All the enchantments of the floral soul are united by one - the spirit of love, the gracious graciousness. Їy befitting ti, hto zdatny lіtati. "Fly, young eagle!" - the capture of the young Mandelstam's won. Tsvєtaєvoi close romantic Blok. Yogo vona is called so - "Almighty of my soul", to the block of mriє vryatuvati from the Maybut Christian Resurrection, virvati from the bream of death, podolati її:
"Rip yogo! Whish!
Trimati! Don't let it go! "
Blots has all the same krilatity. Yogo tragedy - tragedy smashed against the vulgar land of an angel. Life is people! - signified sp_vaka ("Do not be crooked. Signs walking"). Vona is ready to pray for the resurrection to Blok, ale wanted to turn this only heaven - a worldless blakity. Tsvєtaєva's oversights to give a new life, and hope for a light creative flight, she still has no hope. Zvidsi - a girly thought about those who, maybe, "hibna ... feat and for nothing - pratsi?" Thus, yak Block and won, it is important for the middle of people. It is easy to live according to the romantic law: if not against everything, then everything against you. Tsvєtaєva samostіyna. Who can not forgive neither friends nor Gods.
Singing with skin rock all the more hospitable she saw her vision from those of them. It’s boring for a crowd of wicked people. Tsvєtaєva vmіє buti mercilessly to "summer residents", "kramar", until all is quiet, hto zdatny life "in life, yak won є". Adzhe tse about them - "skinny and і sighted", about them - "goyayuyutsya - vvvazh vvvazh to pump up", the stench checks out "kokhannya, not brightened up with no parting, no knife." In the world of such love, there is no boom.
At the new one, everything is opuque and overdone, nuances are dumb. For Marina Tsvєtaєvoi, "God is a zanadot god, a worm is a zanadot worm, a hand is a zanadto hand, a spirit is a zanad spirit."
"Dialectics of Souls" - those, which are unlikely to be attributed to artists-daruvalniks. The type of Tsvєtaєvoi is the same type. The "donators" are good to themselves, do not accept the "good" and "prayer" of the wounds of the soul. "Daruwalnik" is not enough. Among them, bezperechno, Mayakovsky, rebellious Asenin, our fearless suitor Volodymyr Visotsky, maybe, betily shy in the filthy and good Yevtushenko. So, all the stinks are not up to a big introspection, I want creativity and good spirits. Allegedly, it’s just one thing - it’s hard to become and betily - like everything. Such artists feel like a deprivation on the edge of the unabable "bend", their share is low in extreme: anger, fall, rozcharuvannya, peremogi.
All the poetic share of Maryna Tsvєtaєvoi, for the sovereign viznannyam, fit into three viguki: "ah!", "Oh!", "Ex!"
"To the organ and to the sound of the tambourine
Rumor - and one for all:
Oh - if it's important, and oh - if it's wonderful,
And zagalom is dumb - ex! "
"Ah: open up to the heart.
Warehouse, on yaku die.
Ah, tse zavіsa - raptom - open.
Oh: draft clamp. "
The earth is wicked to see for Tsvєtaєvoi shvidko, vishcha - tragedy - vimagha as special efforts of his own involvement. Zvidsey - with the skin rock of growing slowness and poetic moving. Speak more and more about the simple and simple speeches and appearances, Tsvєtaєva is becoming less and less accessible to the common reader. The road is not easy, the road is not from the "folding" romantic to the "simple" realistic (like Pushkin, Pasternak, Zabolotskiy), but from the romantically simple (childish bottom, fantasy) to the romantically unhappy, by the day, over-human.
"Vi - lyudin ... how unhumanly great is the role of Vi played in the moment", - to be recognized in one of the leaves of zakokhiv in this human extraordinary, altogether constantly worried about the unpreparedness of the earth, Pasternak.
For those who want to get involved in the price of self-control and quiet, whom she loved, Tsvєtaєva Bula is great. Maybe bootie, only in tsomu і fell її sign.
In "Rozmovi z genієm" yak bi pіdіb'є pidsumok:
"If there are two rows
Can't I know? "
"- Hto if - mіg !!" -
"Torturi!" - "Be patient."
"Mown meadow -
Kovtka! "-" wheeze:
Aje tezh - sound! "
"Lviv, not squads
A business. "-" Children:
rozpatrali -
Having slept - Orpheus! "
"So i in truni?"
- "I go to school".
"I can't sleep."
- "Tse sleep!"
Chi tse is not overwhelmed, involved in life? This is not to be found in the cries of Pushkin himself. "The hearts of people have fallen with words!" - all the same, it’s okay. To the Prophet Pushkina є, tell people. Tsvєtaєvoi - guests of the XX century - are often dumb about and tell anyone. Maybe bootie, then there is a world of offensive time to come to the land of deafness:
"Aje all the same - I think it is not reasonable,
Aje all the same - who rozbere? - I say ".
And the essence, melodiously, is not in verses, but in flowers " terrible gift". Chi not being angry without one, won’t think about it all to itself. The readers took the gift of women for their modest obscene rakhunok.
Myslivtsiv repeat її shlyakh doesn’t interrupt the midst of the occasional singing. The bendants took with them the room of the rest of the willowy stribka in the absence of a day.
"Doctors know us in morz
For the world to great hearts. "
Romantics are more romantic.
"I will love you all the years" - tse sound kudi overkonlivishe, nіzh "all life" and - smut - kudi more!
Yakbi Vi went away at once and said: “I’m going for a long time, get ready”, - or: “I’m going to be built, I don’t love you anymore,” if you are dumb - you are dumb and you don’t love me.
Zakokhushsya aje only in a strange place, rіdne - love.
It is necessary for love, for the first book.
Creativity is spilna on the right;
The light has a number of souls and not a number of bodies.
To love - to bachiti a person in such a way, as if God had conceived and the father did not live.
If you don’t love it, you can bachit the people like that, like the fathers did.
Love - backyard replaces new: style, style.
As I love people, I want it to be more beautiful, I want a goodzik to be sewn on. From the sewn gudziki - to all my soul.
Success - tse awaken.
How can the nobility about me, since I haven't slept or had a drink?
Nemaє on the land of another you.
I don’t want a point of view. I want mother zir.
Hear and remember: everyone who laughs at the blessing of the one is a fool or a nonsense; most often - and those, and іnshe ... If a person is drunk in a halepa, it’s not a mistake ... If a person is poured with pomies, it’s not a mistake ... I expose - tse pidlo. Such a smile - grіkh ...
Alone, whom people do not forgive - tse those, without them, vreshti-resht, ob_yshovsya.
The sculptor lay in clay. Artist from farb. Musician of strings. An artist, a musician can have a hand. The poet has only his heart.
"To endure is to fall in love." I love the phrase, only navpaki.
Loved words: music, nature, virtue, self-reliance. She loved simple and empty mischief, as it was not befitting to anyone. I love physics, її mysterious laws of hardness and education, similar to love and hate.
In one I am a woman's help: I judge all the skin according to myself, put my skin in my mouth - my prominence, in my chest - my feeling. That's why I have everything in my heart: kind, generous, generous, sleepless and divine.
Naskіlki I bach people more beautifully, if I don’t know him!
Nichto does not want - nikhto can’t see one thing: I’m alone. Know and friends - all of Moscow, a little bit for me - no, no me! - die.
The choloviks did not sound until they hurt - like a creature. If it hurts, they immediately have such eyes, but everything is so good, they stopped.
Mriyati chi at once, sleep chi at once, and wait for the posters one by one.
Oh, my God, but it seems like a dumb soul! And why do I hurt at once? - Chi is not a tooth, not a head, not a hand, not a breast, - dumb, breasts, in breasts, there, de dikhash, - I dyhagoko: do not hurt, ale the whole hour it hurts, the whole hour is not, unbearable!
People can love me one tenokh, lovingly - a lot - two. Nlyudski - get one.
I want such a modest, ubiquitous, simple rich: shchob, if I enter, lyudina radiv.
All at once - the best, you just have the most pain.
It hurts: it’s not a tooth, it’s not a head, it doesn’t live, it’s not- not- not- ... but it hurts. Tse і є soul.
Dyakumo team, who loved me less, more the stench gave me the belonging of love to others, and thank you, who didn’t love me, but the stench gave me the belonging of love to itself.
Dovgo, dovgo, - from the very childhood, from the quiet feast, as I remember myself - I was healthy, but I want to, they loved me less. Now I know and I seem to skin: I don’t need love, I don’t need intelligence. For me it is love. Otherwise, what you call love (sacrifice, virility, jealousy), it is not necessary to take care for them, for them.
If I don’t like it, it’s not me ... I’m not me for so long ...
I know real life has its own place, and it will not stop, but I will not flock in a row.
Farewell to the call did not come. Bulo - knowledge.
I loved you in a healthy mind and solid memory, and I loved you all the same - shaleno.
“Why am I shy at the lights? - I hear my soul. "
Women talk about love and talk about cohants, choloviks - back.
How can we tell about God? Nichogo. How can we tell God? All.
If you do not need to see it, it’s too early to know that it’s been riverbed. I will feel no robiti on the periphery of the visible, here - in the center, there itself - the center. I will feel the years of shukati on the roads, I know that you will come and bring - in yourself.
... I wouldn’t be smart, I was born a cholovik ...
The sound is not in the dark, but in the light!
It is unreasonable for the poet to have an hour. Darno-free. That is because of such bad food. Know soby godinnik! YOMU needs to speak for an hour, not in a new one - to be pitati.
It’s easier to liseny to prikhovati for a dress, nіzh to prikhovati you - jealous and nіzhnіst?
It doesn't hurt me anymore
Everything has matured and is clear for me.
Do not quarrel, land of Russia! Angels - be barefoot.
The life of the treasure is like that, the soul is zbulatsya.
How can you know about me, since I haven't slept or had a drink ?!
The goddesses took love with the gods, the people of the heroes, and they loved the shepherds.
I do not need someone who doesn’t need me.
Zayviy me to the one to whom I have no date ...
People are jealous only to one thing: self-reliance. Chi does not forgive only one thing: self-reliance. To take revenge only for one thing: self-reliance. Before that - for those who are smiєsh alone.
Need to move, if it hurts. Inakshe give the same tudi.
I don’t know: chi є Vi in my life? The vastness of my soul is dumb. Ale there, at the steps to the soul, in what is the place: heaven and earth, soul and soul, dog and vok, in the front, in the letter-world, there, de "I am not me, and the dog is not mine," there is not tilki є, ale tilki Vi one і є.
It is more beautiful to draw people in with everything, but not to trim them as if I were my own.
All life lasts for three periods: the transmission of love, the love of love and help about kohannya.
Stroke the child on the head - the whole round.
If you often hug your child, you will be able to stand on your feet.
Celebrate your child permanently - and in your heart, await love.
Who's got the hell out of it? I don’t know much about the church,
See you awake and see you?
In my case: I am sick with a smile,
Ale in the smile is not happy about me!
Say everything - and do not squeeze your lips. All to date - and do not crumple your hands. Tse - vidmova, like є by the head ruinous power of my actions. By force? - Vidmova? So, to that, the smothering of the energy of an endlessly large amount of energy, no more power is shown - for those who are interested, it is not necessary to use it. What's more important: stream the horse or let it go? I - oskіlki kіn, yaku me stream, - mi samі, - wow more: trim yourself in blinkers or unload your strength?
It is possible to fend for people, but it is not possible to fend off with people.
Tsvєtaєva: - Cholovik nikoli doesn’t want the first. As soon as the cholovik wants, the woman wants to.
Antokolsky: - And why are we brutal with tragic love? If a woman - action - do not want?
Tsvєtaєva: - So, I didn’t want it, but I’ve been instructed. Having mercy on the door.
Kozhen times, if I know that I don't love people, I am amazed, not to love - I am amazed, ale more amazed, if people are less baiduzhi.
I zezumіla one rіch: I have a bulo "r" for me, the letter, I loved it more beautifully, - I myself used the alphabet, my husband herself: frost, mountain, hero, Sparta, zvir - everything, but in me є direct, suvorogo, suvorogo.
Behind you: rustle, whisper, shocking, silence - and especially: cheri.
And it’s so sweet, so nicholas. I’m afraid for an hour that I’m scaring, I’ll skip the axis at once - I know the mountain, hero ...
Ty do not robish less happy, ty robish less smart.
As soon as winter passes, I will be strong as death - or simply - dead.
Downpipe: exact share.
Bezsmerty has a good year - that trip!
Do not be soul, tilo would not feel pain. For the joy of yogo finish.
Glory! I didn't want you;
I wouldn’t bear to you ...
If people, stinking in me for a year, zhahayutsya by the size of the senses, like in me wicked, to stink in the wrong pardon: do not stench - not in me - do not smudge. Simple: bezmіr, scho get up on the road. I can smell the mother in one only: in the sense of fear.
I don’t dream, I’m dreaming.
Robit those that I do not want for me, unhappiness. Chi do not rob the one I want, wicked camp.
Lyudin - a drive to vibuhu. (Why vibuhayut volcanoes?) Dati vibuhnuti more, nіzh dobuti.
Tіlki tі, hto high value for ourselves, can high value for ourselves. On the right at the natural person pochutti [scale].
Vishcha sacrifice - prikhovati, scho tse - sacrifice.
The state cannot sings - as if it weren’t bulo - it’s more vin - the manifestation of the elementary, the state and - everybody - the device of the elements.
The same is the nature of our breed, which is more responsive to the burning one, less to the construction of the booths.
I didn’t say that you cannot judge a mystery, I only said that you cannot judge anyone like that, because it sings.
Everyone in Russia is homeless.
Be nice, mind you? Їx is dumb for an artist. Life itself is not a disagreeable mind.
Shlyakh comets - singing shlyakh.
I will become a singer before my death!
My virsham, like expensive wines, Nastane svіy hour.
Unwritten verses - not a pity!
Guilty buty - love is simpler
I was easier, I checked.
Love: collecting from the cold, flowing from the specs, hanging from the first leaf, rising from the last: starting from the last.
Do not check neither the court nor the favor.
Zrada vzazu for love. You can’t be the one who knows.
So they fall in love with love: They fall into a break.
Zhartuєmo, zartuєmo, but everything is tight, growth ...
To do without people - people do without it.
I move, I don’t wonder at you, I see that for the first time I’m jealous. Tse is a sum of pride, embraced self-esteem, girkoti, imaginary baiduzhost and deeper stupidity.
Day by day, trim your soul ready ...
Ale, well, the murmur of the zenatska ...
Disgusting virshi yak kir, they are more beautiful than turning in a child
Syogodnі, not maє Vchora, not maє Tomorrow.
Naybilshe (moє) mountains in love - I can’t give the style, I want to.
It is not necessary to love them unwittingly, but I did.
Kohanets: the one who loves, the one through whom love is manifested, the lead of the element of Love. Maybe it’s in one slick, and maybe it’s a thousand miles away. Love is not like a "ringing", but rather like an element.
Tilo is the place of the soul. To that - and only to that - NOT a jerk їм a gift!
And I have a buva nudga ... From her I go to people, to books, to vipivka, through her plant new knowledge. Ale if it’s tight "from the rearrangement does not change" - to the right is trash, so how to go, how tight it is to lie down in oneself, and not in a navkolishny.
- I don’t allow myself to call, but I’m surely taking care of it. Chance - it’s only possible to get up and it’s worthy only in the past.
We are dear to me. Ale - me just dumb chim more dikhati with you
God, do not judge, you are not a woman on the Earth!
A sheet, which has gone without a message, is a whole hand, not a hand.
All on the right in the one that we loved, our heart was beating - how would it be that we were beating vschent! I was eager to break up the weekends, and all my friends are the most common heart.
... We are people of alien breeds. I, mind you to glibini - I don’t take it, Vi, accept me to glibini - don’t mind. Check me out on credit.
Sweet! And maybe I’m so richly concerned with myself that I’m not busy with you?
They needed me, they loved me less ... They demanded Chi - yak in khlibi.
It’s necessary to change people’s needs: either charm or great, all-liberated, sleepless mind. ... The pose of men with empty people. More beautiful than one.
Forty-seven years of age, I will say that everything that I was judged to know was up to seven years old, and all the coming forty years I learned ...
Have I ceased to love you? Ні. You didn’t change and didn’t change - I did. One change: my pain is on you. We didn’t stop imagining for me, I stopped imagining in you. My hour is with you for the end, my love for you.
Friend, I’m not a little girl (I’m hocha - I don’t feel bad about it), I fired, got sick, burned, suffered - everything was boiling! - Ale SO breaks, as I breaks against you, dovіri with all the swing - about the wall! - nikoli. I broke off for you, like on fire.
“Yakshcho soul was born with krylata -
Shho їy mansion - і scho їy hati! "
In dialogue with the lives of important not її food, but our kind.
"Love" - theatrical, "Kohanets" - in the doorway, "Friend" - unassigned. To the unloving land!
Yak in life is so and in the verses, the best are those who are staring.
You don’t want you, you knew, do you like so-and-so? Todi say about the new one: "I will adore him!" - Vіm - deyaki - know what it means.
The main character of the rage is in the fact that you are welcomed from the sponsor of your marriage. Geniality - zmusiti yogo, in Danish hour, buty Croesus.
The dispute over blood is rude and mild, the dispute over deprivation is subtle. De thin, there and tear.
If we respect you with a close people, We tried to do less than suffer, as well as outside, - We brought only good things for me. I didn’t see you like that, I didn’t see you, I fought in my own for the skin, that is, against the skin.
If you want vi chi ni, I already took you there. All in the middle, where I take everything I love, without looking up. Bach is still in the middle ...
Love - if everything is in bagatta and everything is for nothing.
"Until me it is possible only for the soul and for the soul ... everything is marno ..."
Khlopchikiv is in need of baluwati - їm, maybe it’s, it’s on the way to go.
"Do not need to play over you, you need to play over you (in you!) Pratsyuvav."
Nicholas' soul will not love so much like flesh, in short, vykhvalyatimut. Flesh is loved by thousands of souls. Who would like to have a taste of myself at the last meal in one: soul? And if he wanted to, it’s not a matter of it: to go to eternal torment from love to the soul, already means being an angel.
Here I’m not needed, there I’m sick.
Bo іnshogo іnshogo - means tsim іnshim want for a year.
I can do without you, I’m not a little girl or a woman, I don’t need any little girls, no people. I can do without everything, ale, maybe for the first time I want to not be able to.
Love, tse means ... - My.
Є tila, wonderfully similar to the soul.
You know what I want - I want it. Darkening, brightening, re-making. Extreme misuse of someone else's soul - and their own. If you don't smell any nicoli, you won't say. Nebuvalo. Hungry. DIVA.
Do you know for whom to sing? For this purpose, it’s not lousy to say the most lovable speeches.
... I want the whole thing - Persha, it’s so simple, I’m embossing my hand, only it’s unstrimmed. I just can't finish rolling! Then, for the skinny time: “Well, who are you pulling? Itself is wine! "I know that it is not worthy of price to anyone, but bow to all stench, beg, shukati, domagat, love ... But the smut - I can’t tolerate, if the one who’s tsilu is a perverted one. So I know I know, what I want.
I have a special gift to be with myself (thoughts, verses, love), which is not quite quiet.
“Be” is one word for love, human and divine.
Zhinka is one passion, so vitik and girlo of all excitement.
There is no way to outshout passion in me. Robit the big one, dumb, a thousand times, more beautiful to endure yourself. I’m not a winner. I am in my own court, my court is suvorish than yours, I don’t like myself, I don’t shkod.
Yunak, yaky mriє about great kohan, Proceed to start koristuvatis vipadkom.
"All women lead in the fog."
"I am guilty of the bullet, I’ll drink you for a quarter, but I’m taking nibbles, like I’m coughing."
Do not bestow the kohanim of the beautiful zanadto, to him that the hand has given and the hand has taken, it is inevitable to part.
Don't bother to create, don't let it go crookedly, your motives shouldn't be motivated, you can't repeat it!
Blessing that, hto vinayshov's globe - for those that I can simultaneously embrace the whole earthly kulu- with my loves!
My soul has gone into my head.
My love is a kind of spilkuvannya - funniest: sleep: baciti uvi sni. And to the friend - leafing. The leaf is like a kind of sweeping spilkuvannya, less thoroughly, less sleep, more law and so on. Neither those, nі inshe - not for replacement: to dream and write not if we want, but if we want: we'll write a letter, we'll write a dream - we'll do it.
People marveled at me because of their call, at that hour I was on my own. The axis of which I do not judge anyone.
Human insanity is one of the most delicate and subtle maladies in life: the most beautiful - soul, take care of the same nature, and everything is easy, without difficult and imperceptible love.
If you are shouting "Fool!"
The worldlessness of my words is only weak and the worldlessness of my sentiments.
Love is a wondrous thing: hunger and death in the world.
A mediocre woman: if you don't love (anyone), if you love someone you don't love ...
Zhintsi, if there is a lyudin, a cholovik is needed, like a rozkish, - just as much as one. Books, weekends, a turbot about children, joys from children, self-paced walks, a year of girkoti, a year of drowning, - why is there a roboti of cholovikov?
The woman has a cholovik posture, there are two seas: a whimsical and powerful soul.
My soul is greedily jealous: it wouldn’t blame me for the beauty.
Talking about the callousness in my vipadki is unreasonable: on the right it is so obvious, and the walls are not in them!
- "Yak won you befitting a call?" - Would you like to get the call? So I just do not give the right to the price - on such an estimate!
I - I: and hairy - I, and my hand with square fingers - I, and humpbacked nis my - I. I, more precisely: not me hair, not my hand, not not: me - me: invisible.
The most intoxicating thing for me is to see it in the dark. Tse zatmaryuє everything.
A woman with a barbarian mortal death ...
If you love a lyudin, you want to know something about it.
“Music: Through the Soul to Tilo. - Through the soul: love. "
I don’t think I’m hearing. Then I whisper to the exact connection in the words. To go kryzhan armor formulas, for example - only to the heart.
Pozhezhnі! - Soul to burn !!!
Wonderful words for the simplest speeches! Ale poki to simplicity, you will think of it ...
I like the name and the prapori, the hair and the voices, the old wine and the old throne, the skin-friendly dog. Some reminders of the food and young kings, as I love the vognik cigar in the Oxamite part of the alley. Ladankas, pictures, bottles and candles, the smell of nomads and fur coats, brekhliv in the soul, go out and move charming lips ...
Diyovikh people in my life have not been ... Bula Lyubov! Wonderful and special!
Take me sleep with you, in the very sleepy dream, I will lie even more quietly: only my heart (like me - even more guchne!). Hey, I definitely want to sleep with you for nothing - I want to! - Inakshe tse will fire me (tight behind you, the dying one) until my very death.
“Tse Romanticism. There is no price for anything special with love. You can love the thought of people - and do not blame the form of yogi nіgtіv, looking at yogo dottik - and do not look at yo napotaєmnіshі for a moment. Central regions. Soul to love the soul, to love to love, if you will be zmishuvati tse i, harrow God, namagatisya poєnuvaty, you will not be happy. "
This is the first act of my childish hearing. I was eager to hear that he only didn’t want to panuvati (few wants, weak wants), someone else's weakness was given to my strength, if my strength wanted to come - someone else's.
Most of my life, the most of my life, is walking - self-will and shvidka, shvidka and self-styled. My great self-paced gallop.
Life - there is no creep and no end to latati, - and no trimmings (no trimmings for me, dumb for trimatisya, - vibrate men tsiu sum, suvor grievors).
If I am reeling in life, I see myself as a small little Svejk, as I can’t make a beautiful child, I can’t hurt myself, but I can’t hurt myself, and I see everything: knives, mothers, threads, sleep. Bilya vіkna, behind yakim endless boards.
I live like іnshі dances: before capture - before zapamorochennya - until boring!
Do not love the bagacy - the common, do not love the teachings - the bad, do not love the beautiful - blind, do not love the good - shkidlivu, golden - a step mid ...
"I emboss Pushkin's hand, not lick it."
Are you sick, please? I took off the cholovik, and you were all in armor. All of you have: mystery, community, friendship, roving, family, borg - for me, for a glybin, NI-CHO-GO.
Oh, so, in life, as it is not tisna, є its own belonging and power - I would like the sound of a living voice, a number of imperceptible, which we have not heard.
"God having opened the man only to the talja, the Devil will try to over him."
The whole sea needs the whole sky,
Whole heart needs all God.
Tilki until the end of my way simple truth- to help the strong, don’t give us money.
And all life is one and the same, do not love the hero in the novel ...
Tsinik cannot be a singer.
The true kat, the executioner of the middle, is the one who has the right to embrace his victim, the one who will grant death, and not take away the life.
There is suicide in the whole life, it’s not there, why bang, and it’s trivial not pulling the trigger, but twelve years of life.
I am disgusted with people, so the stench zavazhayut me hear my soul or just keep quiet.
Be-yaka love is a pleasure. A skin for a penny. Skin by skin. Skin for the soul. If I don’t deny this, neither the third, nor the third, I should like such a yolop-merchant as I have taken credit.
Nonsense. I’m not angry at myself if I’m lying, but for you, I’m not angry with me.
Guchny smіkh doesn’t take a wild pain.
For such a glance, peaches could ripen in your garden.
I need leather, I’m more non-aggressive. Ale іnshі, most often, do not go hungry, do not feel hungry, respect: what am I needed?
By the way, modi has a certain fear, so that the list of the master sheep.
Zhanka, do not forget about Heinrich Heine at that moment, if one enters the room, loves only Heinrich Heine.
I would love Bonaparte on the day of the hit.
Be careful to understand, to give in words, to be happy with words, to play a role in understanding.
I lie in lіzhko, yak in trune. І schoranka - action - rebellion from the dead.
I won’t find empty ones, I don’t borrow a lot of money in your life. If you feel like being "spiritually empty", then the more you empty your soul, the more beautiful you will be reminded. Liche is physical and empty. Emptying the axis of the whole style. Your life will not have the style that I have emptied ...
“I want to sleep with you - sleep in and sleep in. Divovizne is a word for the people, like it’s gliboko, like it’s true, like it’s not meaningful, like it’s like those who can’t speak. Simply - sleep. And nothing more. Nі, shche: shave your head in your shoulder, and your hand - on your right - and nothing more. It’s not so much: to wind in the arch of the nobility, well. First: hear, how to sound your heart. I - yogo tsіluvati. "
The skin of a lyudin is at once a well, in which it is impossible to spit. - And yak wants!
One half of the window was broken. One half of the soul is over. Let's see it - that half, and that half of it.
Є people of the singing era and є era, which are included in people.
The cleanliness of my sentiments in the minds of people take them for peace.
I do not mind, I am in the life of people. (Obviously not. 1932)
We have been given to live through life at once. Living is more beautiful, more friendly.
For all of me I need your and my trust. Let's be allies. Alliance (against us and through the mustache!) Znischuє jealous.
A whole ear of humanity, necessary in love. "Not for all life." - So, hello for all life ?! (Since life itself is "not for all life" - and thank God!)
Right in love, who is more wine.
All the mystery is in the fact that the coming of the present day will be as if it’s a hundred years ago, and then, what happened a hundred years ago, it’s like a year.
Є Women who, in honor, had no friends, no cohants: friends soon became cohants, cohants became friends.
- Nikoli do not compromise on the bazhans, if only they are primhi. From my strong bazhan I seemingly imaginative, from primhi - fun.
I am a slave in a bazhanna, a king in a primhi.
They didn’t like nikoli. Likewise, the love of power in all the warehouses of the elements - everything is in manifestation; Necessity, quality, regret, drowning, etc. If you buy all the things in addition - maybe you can see love.
- Ale tse nikoli did not fold at once.
Lots of little pod_y. Є little people.
Today I have a thought: if youth is spring, maturity is summer, summer rock is autumn and old is winter, then what is it - childishness? Tse - spring, summer, autumn and winter in one day.
Happy people are guilty of life - they are happy, they care for them in a whole rich gift. To the one who is happy - where is happiness.
Lyubov peremagaє everything, except for the sickness and toothache.
He sings to bach an unmarked statue, an unwritten picture and an uncomfortable music.
I know that I live for the last time.
The turbot of the living: the old beast in the new, the rich: the new - in the old.
Love and motherhood may be one of one. Spraved motherhood is husband's.
If you don’t hate your fathers, remember that you will stink, and you will be them.
Nicholas do not seem to be so shy about everything: everything is shitty to shy away - if you are so eager to do it. In all є other іm'ya: nіkhto, і zvsіm dumb individuals: bilmo. I’m telling you: so do not be afraid (do not get involved, do not think, і etc.) Say: - And I - hto.
Have Єsenіna buv pіsenniy gift, but osostostі didn’t. Yogo tragedy is an empty tragedy. Up to 30 years of wines are internally skipped. The new bull has only youth.
Naykrashche in the light, mabut, - the majestic dakh, from which you can see the whole light.
The writing of music is also desolation, like writing of love, - ale mensh ravaging, that is in you alone.
Lyudina is hungry: there is bread.
Well, the lyudin is zooseredzhena on the choice of the menu - the wine is not hungry enough - only: en appetit (he feels the appetite (fr.).) - or maybe he just gets the wickedness.
Do not be sarcastic and sacrifice to the senior fellow in the tram. Get upset - don't give up.
Do not beat the smart one, if you hit the people in a bad camp: 1) try to do it, but it’s not a bad thing to go to the water. kinets - do not bach yogo.
uneasiness; I myself am emptying myself, I am emptying myself a chrest. That’s why I - maybe, I don’t like the village and the happy kohannya.
In a second, the road will start flying towards us. Єdina dumka: don't get away with it.
Be called ti.
To you, those who did not give in to anyone: see me not: to myself (everyone has seen), but to: from his own.
All unreported - without interruption. So, the unrepentant vbivka, for example, is trivial. Those are about love.
In my minds, yak in children, there are no steps.
The first glance of love is that the nikorotsha appears between two dots, that is divine straight, which is dumb of the other.
I want you bachiti - now it will be easy - burned out and overwhelmed. You can go to me with a doviruyu.
I do not admit thinking, but everyone around me loved me more, nizh Vee. With the help of you - me - indifferently - nayridnish.
Shіnocha pride in front of human truth.
And it’s true, if you think: more tree to make noise, you need to make noise only if you see it, you see it so, but it’s just to make noise. Only to you and to none of them, so it is to you: to none. You - as if you feel so much (love), otherwise, as if no one needs - no one.
The book is guilty of bootie viconan chitach yak sonata. Letters are notes. At the will of the reader - hesitate or spot.
The book is guilty of writing the reader. The best reader is reading
It is important for us to be home, to be at home and - having moved - trimati. Adzhe, hesitate, fail to the one who is offended inappropriately. If one is above-mentioned, it is also hope. And I’m offended by nadіynі, Vi і I.
Cheerful - simple - for me, be built, there will be no nicholas, zagalі, tse can not be power.
If people throw people like that, like with you - nothing to climb to God - like a joke. They have such a lot without us!
For me to be self-conscious - in an hour - there is only one possibility of knowing something, it is a direct need.
From me not to bigayut - to bizhat. They do not run after me - they vdayut until me.
Listen respectfully: I can’t do it with your hands, I CAN’t, I can without YOUR hands, I can’t: NOT yours!
And often, sitting for the first time with people, in the middle of a canoe rozmovi, a godly thought: - "And what will I kiss at once?!" - More erotic than God? - Ні. Those well, mabut, at the grave in front of the headquarters, - Will I put chi ni? Will I put chi ni? - With the help of gravitation - to put.
Books gave me more, not people. Spogad about a ludin ', start a spogad before a spogad about a book.
Lovingness - or not wanting to stir up? Deafness - what if you accept it?
The soul is central. Viter is life.
Chi is not a woman who gives a child to a child, but a woman is a woman. If you want to take away a child (a gift) from her, it’s vіchna, indefinite - for a child - a donkey.
The creativity of the poet is only a number of pardons, low vyplyayut one of one culture. A row of leather - be it a cry! - the thought was all over the place.
Charity: okrema region, yak rose, yak gift, yak beauty - and not in the one, not in the third, not in the third. Chi does not fold, as the stench is incomparable, unstoppable, unbelievable.
Hour! I don't get up.
The conscience is guilty of rozuchitisya pitati: for what?
I am uncertified dzherelo єresey. I don’t know what’s good, I’ll help everyone. I can do it.
Love doesn’t come to spring, spring is important for love, great їy supernik.
Me my generation - by number.
Do not see me in wakefulness: I am friends of the bagat, I have no connection with souls, but I will be more robust, if I need souls in this hour of my life, I will need you!
Life: knives, I dance on yak
Ljubljacha.
Souls, how to write the most demanding enemies. For thinking, hostility is not required, thinking is possible in a single cell - in a single cell - and it is more beautiful than anything else.
God grows up through joy, people through fellow citizens. This does not mean that the gods do not suffer and do not radiate - people.
French women do not get lost in their crooked shoulders (and breasts) in front of their heads, rather than get lost in price in front of the sun.
I read your sheet on the ocean, read the ocean with me. Do you not like such a reader? Bo zhodne human eye nikoli did not read your zhodnyi rows before me.
To love only women (women) or only people (children), who are viciously vicious - yak horror! And only women (choloviks) or only choloviks (women), who are unwittingly unwittingly born - yaka nudga!
Know yourself! P_znala. At the same time, I will not lie down for my knowledge. Navpaki, as only I am starting to judge a man by his own, to go unreasonable for unreasonable.
Love ... flatness in light - last!
Kohanka i vidma. One of the best.
One vikhid in the elder - vidma. Chi is not a granny, but a granny.
For my children, I will not pamper my soul, but my life, and if it’s not a pity - my own happy happiness.
Snowflakes are like heavenly salamanders.
Win charmingly tell me about those who don’t love me. And I - respectfully - grasping - I hear.
Glory is good, but simply - glory - don’t know. Slava: they talked about me. Good glory: they didn't talk about me - nasty. Good glory: one of the sight of our modesty is all our honesty.
The soul is full of feelings. The virtue of one of them is the gift, the virtue of all five is geniality.
Tango! - Skіlki rang і rose up!
Tilo in his youth - an outfit, in the elder - a trumpet, with a roar!
Singing - Edin's spoken cohants of women.
Appreciate, if everything is given at once and the continuation is not necessary. Prodovzhuvati, aje tse - rewire.
Everything in the world is less worthwhile, less is my life.
Life is a station ... life is not possible, de life is impossible.
All our fantasies are brought about with love and are forgotten in love. Bo bowl is older than dosvіdu.
Once everything is close to whisper: kiss your hand! kiss your hand! - it is clear that I am not guilty of the tsiluvati hand.
Inodi movchannya in the room - yak grim.
It will be necessary for (me) life to be lovingly spoken by people, as we will pass by in love.
Casanova is given to live our life, to us - to experience it.
Oaths of krilata.
I fence tobiti those whom you don’t want!
I love two speeches: You - and Lyubov.
Hearing is not music, I hear my soul.
Dash і italics, - dinі axis, in presi, transmission іntonatsіy.
Є dislike tragedies in nature: tornado, hurricane, hail. (I would call the city a family tragedy in nature).
- One is a love tragedy in nature: a thunderstorm.
Soul - go to music - mandruh. Mandru - zmіnyutsya. All my life is for the music.
There are two possibilities in the biography of people: in dreams, like they are talking about themselves, and in dreams, like about new ones.
I can see my soul in the middle of my breasts. Vona is oval, like an egg, and if I zithayu, tse vona dikhaє.
If I write while lying in bed, in a shirt, holding it up to the end of the day, I inevitably see Nekrasov on my deathbed.
I will describe the details of how much you need to know about your accuracy.
It’s almost sarcastic to make a joke about it.
I would like to live on the streets and hear music.
I’m wondering at you, but it doesn’t mean that I’m baching you!
Nichto is not like me, and I am not like anyone, for that I am glad, that is, it is bezgluzdo.
Love is not less, but my light.
Yakbi, all those who I see dead on the porch, I saw that we live in life, I’d be condescending (willingness!) I myself asked to put me in the god’s house.
I will change, I don’t like ni disgusting, but words. Name me the same riches for them - and riches quickly.
- "Check it out, you bastard, if you will be a little cat, and I will panic" ...
I do not lie in wait for women who are bigayut, nor for women who are bigayut.
- Shvidshe to the first. - Tilki moє bigannya іnshe - in virshah.
I show everything: love, love.
Ale - to tell the truth - I only love, I have mercy on me. - Oh, you haven't loved me for a long time!
I cannot help but think about mine, I cannot serve that one.
From the back of a great and pure spec of heart, from a modest bazhan, not to be angry with yourself for love until someone you can't help but respect, from everything - from the very beginning - you will inevitably come to zeal, - until self-consciousness.
I need to see you: my freedom is up to you. Moє doviru. - First of all, the nobility, what you see is not vague.
I didn’t know, de Vie, ale bule there, de Vie, but I didn’t know, de Vie, I didn’t know, de I - ale I knew, that I was with you.
My soul has gone into my head.
All people took care of my vershi, nikhto - my soul.
All nini zhayvoronki are crows.
Mova a commoner like a pendulum between sacrifices and shit.
- Oleksiy Oleksandrovich! You miraculously accepted my kiss!
Not for nothing, I so wonderfully, so closely loved that painting: a young woman, there are two children, a little girl.
I wondered - over the children - in the distance.
If I don’t have to start the car, or if it’s not a flood of steam, it’s all nonsense.
Bad self-confidence is because of the fact that nichto did not guess the day of your birthday (on the 17th linden - she herself did not guess!)
Laughing and picking up, I read 20 rockies, before and I laughed a little.
I do not know people who are more heroic in their early youth than myself.
Nichto is not so angry about a fair woman - like a fair woman.
I can tell you about my soul, like one woman about her girl: "I'm not boring." I miraculously endure the rosette. Leave the Lyudin, I listenedly, respectfully and swallowed him, if he wasn’t - є.
Є lyrical female backs.
I sang only with those, from whom I lay down.
Summarily ziznatisya, ale good ones only for those, in whose eyes it is still possible to do something or to spend it.
If the choloviks are less than quiet, I am very innocent.
Would you like to read it? I just. Ale in ugly. Pay! At the svit, de panuyut namiru. In svit, de will be judged by the judges. There will be a day of my vypravdannya, dumb, little: triumphuvannya! I will stand and radiate. That one will be judged there not by the cloth, as it is more beautiful for everyone here, not at me, and for me in my life they hated so much, but by the point, as here I was interested in taking care of cloth.
Be a party member - create your own hour, and not visualize it.
Love in us is like belongings, I don't know anything about it, everything is on the right in different ways.
The first reason for rejection of speech is lack of preparation to it.
I want you to love me all the way, like me є. Tse diniy zasib (buti kokhanoyu - abo unloved).
In loves, amusement of the head: the ability to develop (show) to the one, as from the one who is suffering.
Shlyub, de offense is good - valiant, voluntary and generous flour (-childhood).
Guide it with me like a ricchu, V for me became a rich, an empty mice, and I myself for an hour - an empty booth, more mice yake V took a little in my soul.<...>
You can live like that - and you can live it - and from my easy hand, be built better, less than me - you like me need little children and cob, and how I get through to the people, to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, ...
For me, earthly love is a dead end. Our sleigh did not reach nikudi, everything was full of sleep.
I do not end up with you (on the line of scholarship, you cannot accept Vytsya, not just for an hour, but not for an hour) - not for an hour, but for an hour, I gave you so richly: all the earthly need, all the way of life in me, in the wake of the earth , grow up so well, your breast cancer (road!) is less worthy, - dumb! - there’s a lot of room for me in nіy, її - do not hurt me: vypadkovostі, but please that, through me, you are torn.
I know that you need me, if you don’t need me, you don’t need me.
Men and women are not too close, but they are strangers. I myself can say: "vi, women", yak: "vi, cholovik". Speak: "mi - women", zavzhdite extra trosh, have fun, play.
Two dzherela genialnosti women: 1) її love to someone else (mutually chi nі - all one). 2) someone else's dislike.
We didn’t fall in love with me (yak vidrizati). You just stopped loving me the skin of your life, and I killed the same, I heard you, like I was waiting for you.
I don’t love you anymore.
I didn’t stand, - life was trapped. I don’t think about you, no lies, prokayuchis, no nights, sleepy, no on the street, no music, - nikoli.
All on the right in the one that we loved, our heart was beating - how would it be that we were beating vschent! I was eager to break up the weekends, and all my friends are the most common heart.
I have a special gift to be with myself (thoughts, verses, love) as if it’s not enough.
Є Feel, the details are serious, good, great, you should not be afraid of any kind, or gossip. I know the stench, but the stench is deprived of a certain amount of reliability.
I’m so Skoda, all the whole words are love - I can’t do that, I would have wanted a fair bagatty, as if I had been burned.
I love yogo, like to love deprived nikoli not boo (long time ago, or quietly, who will go ahead: follow us), nikoli not booze or nikoli do not bully.
At the skin of us, at the bottom of our souls, we are wondrously aware of the contempt to love us so much.
(Yakes "and everything?"
I'm talking about such fools. Look, I am, I am. There is no love for us, not mine. And in the world of that, as I become happy - happy, that is not zakokhan, for that, I can say, that does not require tsiluvati, it is just that the viconan doesn’t need to get ridiculous, I mean you.
I put it into my soul (yogo disincarnates!), And “physical” love - how to fall in love - magnified it in such a way that I didn’t lose anything with a rap. Zanuruyuchitsya in her, she emptied. Penetrating into her, її vitisnila.
Who are you talking about? Boast your wads! Hto mіg bi talk about your torment without grabbing, tobto Happiness ?!
I did not overpower you in my life - You can easily navigate my anticipatory, merciful, unrighteous vagahs. I don’t know what is in my life? In the vastness of the soul, moi is dumb. But in that bilya-soul, in what is the image: heaven and earth, soul and soul, in the daytime, in everything before-sleepy, dreaming, in everything, de "I am not me and not mine" - there you are not tilki є, ale tilki vi і є ...
For you, I, bidna, see myself stunned and nibble frozen (Admiration).
Previously, everything I loved was called - I, now - vi. Ale is still the same.
Bazhannya vglib: vlib nights, vlib love. Lyubov: failure in the hour.
Addiction is the rest of the power of people to hang, like the sky is the only power of the storm.
Lyudin is a storm, addiction is heaven, її rozchinyaє.
The nobility of the heart is for the organ. Unrelenting alertness. Be sure to persist in the b'є trivogu. I could say: not wiklikє love in me sercebitty, but sercebittya - love.
For more uzgodzhenost_ souls need uzgodzhen_dikhannya, bo, scho - dikhannya, isn’t the rhythm of the soul?
Otzhe, people were alone with one thought, treba, and the stench was gone, or else they were lying.
Happiness for you, but we didn’t see me. We would have suffered with me and still would not have ceased to love, for that for the price і love! It’s not like Penelope’s but Carmen’s vіchnіy vіrnosti, - only the virile Don Juan is in price! I know and I will focus. Tse zhorstoka rіch: love for big - and vimagati (from Bega!) Calm down. But you є well,: look up the hill: into the stars: there, de і kinuta Ariadna і threw - hto s heroines thrown? What if they throw you to the sky?
Yak tse became? Oh, friend, how can you go to hell ?! I rushed, the one who saw it, I felt great words, simpler than those who are not, and how I, maybe, for the first time in my life I feel. "Tinkle?" Do not know. I am tied in the arms. From hands - to lips - і de f the border? І chi є boundary? Earthly roads are short. I don’t know what will happen. I know: great b_l. I'm going to the country.
In the first second, zopala, the decision buzzed: “No words! Brehati, prodovjuvati, take care! Brehati? Ale I love you! Hi, nonsense, I love that one! "A friend has a second:" Cut off at once! Tinkle, brute, - let go and fall in love! "I, bezposeredno:" Ні, a clean wound is more beautiful, lower total scar. “I love” is nonsense and “I don’t love” (that hiba tse є?!) - nonsense, the whole truth! "
Life is passionate, life has gone down to you: term. My love for you (and won) is spokiyna. Triviality will be from you, from your pain - oh, it’s not so important if you are a happy person: who has a pain!
Aje I am not for living. I have everything - pozhezha! I can lead ten vidnosins (good "vidnosini"!), Immediately from the skin, from glybokoi glybin, singing, so vin - one. And I can't stand the smallest turn of my head in front of myself.
Why didn't I come before you? Tom, I love you the best on the day. It's easy to call. And besides, you don’t know. From the guarded pride, the trepidation of the vipadkovist (or I will share, as you want). And maybe, out of fear, your cold glance at the porosity of your room will happen.
I don’t ask, I’m more vidmov, I’m vvazhayu zhakhlivim. On my mind, I have only one answer: movchaznі - hail - slozy.
I don’t want to pierce you є, I don’t want anything, I don’t want anything. It’s a share, and not a drop, if it’s not your will, it’s not mine, it’s not guilty, it’s not you, it isn’t me. Inakse - all the price is not of any kind, of any kind of sense. "Miles" of a cholovik are numbered in hundreds, "miles" of women - in thousands.
I was eager to respect for the beautiful zmushuvati spati, and not to let sleep, primusuvati isti, and not to let the appetite, zmushuvati misliti, and not to make it rozuma. I have grown to appreciate the beauty of davati - ryatuvati, davati - otrimuvati, davati - mother.
All my "nikols" are falling like rotten gilts.
The curls are tangled in a loop ..
I am a few from a few ...
For me, such an important person - the soul - is the home of the soul of the soul, so I will give myself a trample with my feet, but just a little mind - just fit in!
Those that you call love, I call you a good mood. Crumbs are disgusting for you (do not care at home, right, cake) - I'm not really clear.
Zhodna people have not yet judged the dream for those who are looking forward to seeing them ...
I will love the bagatikh. Baggage - nim. Besides, because of them, there is nothing good about them, as from the tsars, so the word on their lips is simply clever - warm-heartedness, just a human being - heroism. The baggage is clouding everything (resonance of zero!). Thinking, the trick is a penny, ni is a lyudin. Besides, wealth gives self-confidence and calm (“everything that I’m malnourished is good!”) - as a gift, that with richness I am on my own. The others are even more "belittled".
I will love the bagatikh. I swear and I promise, I’m good (so it’s not worth anything) and garnie (so it’s good to dress up). It’s not possible to be a human being, nor a blush, nor a noble one, you need to be a bagatim.
My persha is a love scene for an unloving one: win - not - loving (tse I amazed), to that and not to, loved - out, to that, I got up, they didn’t hit the stench at once, don’t be bothered at once, they were timid against the other: they didn’t say, she was moving, she didn’t love, she loved, won’t, she’s lost, it’s so easy to get over the dependency - there’s one cost, but maybe it’s, I’m sure to sit, it’s just the one who stood there, but it’s just the one who stood there, and then it’s so you will sit forever. Aunt on the lavtsi sit forever.
The first step of the woman over the cholovik is the story of the cholovik about the yogh kohannya to the last. And the residual peremoga is the talk of the whole society about his love until now, about his love before her. It became apparent to me that your love is mine. I leave it mute, it is not possible to sleep quietly.
In the middle of the night - throw over the sky.
I am non-aggressive at heart.
Sіm'ya ... So, tediously, so, bіdno, so, my heart does not fight ... Chi is not more beautiful: friend, kohan? Ale, having cooked with my brother, I still have the right to say: "Thou shalt be guilty of me to help, that my brother ... (sin, dad ...)"
Є doors are jealous. One (offensive gesture) - in oneself, іnsha (blow in the chest) - in oneself. Chim tse low - embed low in yourself?
I know love for the pain of the whole body of udovzh.
Come: miles, miles ... they set us apart, planted, and quietly walked along two small edges of the earth.
If love dies, resurrect it is uncomfortable. To get too empty, nudga and baiduzhist. It is impossible to drive love into the world - you’ll go out of the way, I’m scary to the image, to the image of the one who has love with us - wicked, ale to save - without giving, not snorting ...
Finding in life and in verses - that which is frozen.
I am not a loving heroine, I don’t go into kohantsya, be hungry for love.
Our short words are іntonatsії.
The skin book is a steal from a vlasny life. Chim is more chitaєsh, tim is less vmієsh and you want to live yourself.
Krila - freedom, only if it is open in polo, there is a stench behind the back.
Zhodna lyudina, to see the very experiences, not the kind of joy but chimos (everyone!) In my life, especially if there is no pleasure.
Є entrusting us with our old lives - the life of ours: urochist, non-porous, non-porous: the life of the Church. Those words, also rukhs - everything, like a lot of that. Pose for an hour, tobto pose for heel.
Mi zanadto little about memory.
The brain is mindful - everything is alive the last time.
Inodi love people so much that they want to see them. Sit in silence, learn about new ...
One, who does not know the sum is God. - M. Tsvєtaєva
Children have passed and maybutn get angry in the daytime, as they’re built to be unbreakable.
In life, it’s important to speak, not only love and passion.
Tsvєtaєva: Inodi so wants to give a soul for the ability to give a soul for something.
Post-gras in pizhmurki do not bring anything good to life.
As soon as you take us, then the children grow older, lower, wiser. Through the price - unreasonable.
It’s so wonderful. How to look at you, how dear me - to lose my heart. Yakshto respect you with strangers is good. Hello for me, not that, not for me - I'm not for you.
Women often wind up in fog.
continuation beautiful quotes Marini Tsvєtaєvoi read on the sidelines:
I am in life! - not gone Persha. And in life - little less God admit - I will not go. I just can't. I’m sure I’m checking, what’s it, I’m afraid, I’m afraid, but it’s easier for me to go over the bloody corpse.
I can do without you. I’m not a little girl, not a woman, I can do without loloks and without choloviks. I can do without a mustache. Ale, mozhlivo, for the first time I wanted nothing else.
I'm talking about such fools. Look, I am, I am. There is no love for us, not mine. And in the world of that, as I become happy - happy, that is not zakokhan, for that, I can say, that does not require tsiluvati, it is just that the viconan doesn’t need to get ridiculous, I mean you.
Mriyati chi at once, sleep chi at once, and wait for the posters one by one.
If you forget, if you love - what do you love? I'm nikoli. Tse yak dentary bill - only navpaki, on the contrary, dentary bill, only there is no, and here - the words are dumb.
It is necessary to write only those books, from every hour of the day. In short: its own.
Friend! Baiduzhist is a filthy school! I am embittered by the heart.
I am not needed by anyone, everyone understands. "
Finding in life and in verses - that which is frozen.
Valor and innocence! Tsey union. Trees and wondrous, like death and glory.
"Nichto does not want - nikhto can’t see one thing: I’m alone.
To love a lyudin means to bachiti yogo in such a way that God had thought of yogo and did not die.
Know and friends - all of Moscow, a little bit for me - no, no me! - die.
The light has a number of souls and not a number of bodies.
The ghetto of vibration. Shaft. Riv.
Spare, don't check.
Have a christian with svit_v
Sing - a Jew.
Yaksho soul was born with krylata -
Shho їy mansion - і scho їy hati!
I know everything, what will be, everything will be,
I know all the deaf tamnitsa,
Scho on dark, on nedorіkuvatih
My human staring - Life.
I like the heart, cut out,
Without a likar znimak shvi, -
Know that the heart is the head є,
І є sokira - from the head ...
To the Emperor - the capital,
Drummer - snig.
Deyakim without crookedness -
Life is expensive to give.
Do not love, bagatiy is a common one,
Do not love, impressions are bad
Do not love, blush, blush,
Do not love, good - shkidlivu:
Golden - a step to the door!
Do not quarrel, land of Russia!
Angels - be barefoot ...
Do not remember the youth
About the hunched elder.
Do not remember the old
About blissful youth.
Heart - love evil
Зілля - vіrnіshe all.
Woman with koliski
Chyysh mortal sin.
The whole sea needs the whole sky,
Whole heart needs all God.
And the baiduzh - God will punish!
It is scary to step on the souls of the living.
Non-string ship do not play
First nightingale, do not sleep.
I bless you,
I bless the sleepy dream.
The Lord's affection is the Lord's judgment,
The good law is the Kam'yaniy law.
All along the same road
Pull the drogi -
It’s early chi, I’m just one year old.
Woe and woe, - the sea is salty!
Ti i nagodush,
Ti and drink,
Ti started spinning
We are serving you!
Girkota! Girkota! vichny prismak
On your lips, about addiction! Girkota! Girkota!
Vichny spokusa -
The rest of the pastry.
Hussar! - Still not finished with lyalki,
- Ah! - in the number of hussar chekaєmo!
Children - a whole lot of new riddles,
I cry out in the riddles themselves!
Є yaky hour - yak thrown off clage:
If in sob, the pride is tidy.
Hour of study - wine in the life of the skin
Urochisto-non-gates.
Woman with koliski
Chyysh mortal sin.
For the prince - rid, for the seraphim - the host,
Behind the skin - thousands of such, like a vin,
Schob hitting, - to live the wall
Falling and knowing, now - a thousand for a change!
Zvira - barlig,
To the wanderer - the road,
The dead are dear.
To skin svo.
Know one thing: tomorrow you will be old.
Use іnshe, ditinko - forget it.
І sleep їy - water, і shelter -
Water, - in the blood, in the tears was touched!
Chi is not mother, but machuha - Lyubov:
Do not check neither the court nor the favor.
І so it will be tanuti month
І tanuti snig,
If you rush through the young,
Charivniy stolittya.
Kozhen virsh - a child of a kohannya,
Zhebrak bastryuk,
Pervistok - at the kolії
On uklin vіtram - pledges.
Something goes to school, some goes to school.
To the skin.
On human heads
Lissya, zabuttya!
Hto not being at home -
The earth is unworthy.
But friends are not guilty -T
it is unlikely that you are generous to your friends.
lighter than fox
Prikhovati pіd odyag,
Chim whip you,
Jealous and dull!
Cohannia! Cohannia! І in vessels і in coffins
Alarmed - pricked up - zbenzhenі - torn.
People, turn up: we live tight!
Tilki in aces of perezhimaniya over nudgoy.
Shall all be fine? Will you be rich?
Ні, more beautiful than a bush!
Mi spimo - і axis, kryz kam'yanі plate
Heavenly Guest in the Chotiri Pelustki.
About light, mind! Spіvakom - uvі snі - vіdkritі
Law of the Law and Formula of the Quote.
Do not love, bagatiy is a common one,
Do not love, teachings - bad,
Do not love, blush, blush,
Do not love, good - shkidlivu:
Golden - a step to the door!
One half of the window was broken.
One half of the soul is over.
Let's see - and that half,
The first half of it!
Оліпійці ?! Oh look at the dir!
Celestials - mi - lipimo!
Hands that are not needed
Dear, serve - the World.
Zmivaє krashі rum'yana Lyubov.
Rise to grow, like stars and yak Troyandi,
Yak beauty is not needed in the family.
Already in the evening to travel, even the earth in dew,
Already soon a khurtovin was caught in the sky,
I will soon fall asleep on earth,
Someone on earth was not allowed to sleep alone.
I love women, they were not afraid in battle,
Dying and trimati sword, and list, -
Ale know that only in full of koliski
Zvychayne - zhіnoche - Happiness is mine!
The leaves over your grave were chopped down,
I smell like a charge.
Hear, dead, hear, mili:
You are all the same.
Smiєtesya! - At the blessed krilattsi road!
Misyats' visok.
My - so crazy and so transcendental,
Yak qya hand.
I know about the university early
To the lіkarnyany doors.
We just went to the hot land,
Until the great seas.
I ciluvala you! I chakluvala to you!
I'm laughing at the afterlife temryava!
I do not die! I check you at the station -
To home.
Leave the leaves hooded, wipe and erase
Words on mourning lines.
I, as for the whole world, We are dead,
I may be dead.
I bach, I see, I sense you!
- Scho lines from your winks! -
I have not forgotten you and I will not forget you
On vіki vіchnі!
I know the lack of purpose of such obscenities,
I know Marnota.
- The sheet is not finished. - Sheet
into infinity-
Empty sheet.
My soul is greedy and jealous: it wouldn't blame me for the beauty.
Talking about the callousness in my vipadki is unreasonable: on the right it is so obvious, and the walls are not in them!
- Yak won you befitting a call? - Would you like to get the call? So I just do not give the right to the price - on such an estimate!
I - I: and hairy - I, and my hand with square fingers - I, and humpbacked nis my - I. I, more precisely: not me hair, not my hand, not not: me - me: invisible.
Shame on the shell, oiled to the dikhannya of God.
I go: love is іnshі tila!
- Charlemagne - and maybe not Charlemagne - saying: "With God, speak - in Latin, with the enemy - in French, with women - in French ..." to be built - I speak Latin with women ...
Є speech, like a cholovik - in life - there is no sense of intelligence. If it is not the one who is lower than our mind, the right is not at all, but the one who can be intelligent only in the middle of oneself, being.
There weren't any specials in my life. Bula of love. Vona and dіyala are special.
To love - to bachiti a person in such a way, as if God had conceived and the father did not live.
If you don’t love it, you can bachit the people like that, like the fathers did.
Love - backyard replaces new: style, style.
Do you know for whom to sing? In order to make sure it’s not lousy to say the best speeches.
"At the skin of us, at the bottom of our souls, we live marvelously, feeling the contempt so far to love us.
(Yakes "and everything"? - tobto you love me so much, me, you don’t know yourself!)
Maybe it’s so good for us to know the price. "
Because of that, the young man is so inviting and no one else has ever seen Marina Tsvutaєva, who was unprepared to sing:
Razkidanikh at the saw in stores
(De їkh nіkhto not brave and do not take care!),
My virsham, like expensive wines,
It's time to come.
The fate of the importance of life and work of creative robots has passed - and I am proud to have accepted the occasion of the general nevir'ya: "For me in happiness and for the future, I am a mute." Tse, zychay, extremeness and Oman, the intelligence of self-determination and decay of the poet, who knew the power of his talent, or didn’t have a sound to vibrate the right way.
The share of what is set by the artist is not to be reduced to this special share: the artist is going to be mistaken. In the third vipadku Tsvєtaєva said more accurately: "... in me of a new nothing, except my poetic chuiness for a new sound of goodness." Marina Tsvєtaєva is a great sings, she appeared unadulterated from the mystery of the ninth century.
Virshi Tsvєtaєva started writing from six rockies, Drukuvatisya - from sixteen, and two rockies, because in 1910, she didn’t know the gymnasium form yet, secretly, from the motherland, she was allowed to finish the big collection - “Evening Album”. Win was not lost in the flow of new products, he was remembered and grabbed by V. Bryusov, N. Gumilov, M. Voloshin.
Lyrica Tsvєtaєvoi is beaten to the soul, without interruption in love to people, to the light of day and to the particular people. I’m not humble, but zukhvala, shy and immodest of love:
Ale seogodnі I was smart;
Narіzno opіvnochі went to the road,
Well, I’m keeping up with me,
Names of names.
I biliv in the fog is a wondrous staff ...
Don Juan - Donnie Annie didn’t have a buzz!
Tse z cycle "Don Juan".
Neridko Tsvєtaєva wrote about death - especially in youthful verses. I am familiar with a good literary tone in my own way, and the young Tsvєtaєva wrote a vignette on the whole:
Listen! - Still love me
For those who I will die for.
Marina Tsvєtaєva is a rebel behind her character. Rebellion i in
Її travels:
Wholements from stone, those wholesses from clay, -
And I wished and shine!
To me on the right is zrada, my name is Marina,
I am tlіnna pіna morska.
In the first place, you will receive:
Stolen and hoarded,
Sleep to bang the middle of a white day,
They all banged me in a dance,
Nіkhto me not bachiv sleepy.
Naytsinnishe, the most insane in the mature creativity of Tsvєtaєvoi - її unremitting hatred to the "oxamite situation" and all the vulgarity. Having eaten from wretched, hungry Russia to the sieve and shattered Europe, Tsvєtaєva did not indulge in any spooks. Vona did not hurt her - the people and sings:
Ptah - I’m Fenix, I’m just sleeping at the head!
Pidtrimite temple life mine!
I am burning high - and I am burning to the ground!
First of all, don't bother you - light!
My heart is torn until I leave Batkivshchyna, this Russia, as she knew and remembered:
Russian life from me,
Nivi, de baba stay ...
Friend! Doschi for my wink,
Bidi and primhi in the heart ...
І sin is guilty to turn around, don't be all the life
vidschepenets:
Nі to the place і nі to the village -
Come, my sin, to my land ...
Їдь, my sin, dodomu - forward
At your own edge, at your own time, at your own hour ...
Until the 30s, Marina Tsvєtaєva already absolutely clearly understood the ruble, which was a change in the history of life. Vaughn will write down in the chornovy zoshit: "My failure in emigration is that I am not an emigrant, that I am for the spirit, that is. By the time I see it, I’ll go out there ...”
In 1939, the rotsi Tsvєtaєva renewed their radiansk community and turned to Batkivshchyna. The eighteen rockies, spent in a foreign country, were very far away. It’s too little to say: "The ash of emigration ... I’m all along, like Herculaneum, so life has passed."
Tsvєtaєva dovgo mriyala, turn to Russia "bazhanim and Zhdanov as a guest". Ale didn't do that. The specialties of the furnishings were filthy: the cholovik and daughter were given to unprimed repressions. Tsvєtaєva settled in Moscow, took care of shifting, prepared a collection of vibrating verses. Vіyna rozpochalasya. The ministers of evacuation threw Tsvєtaєva with a chat in Chistopol, then in Vlabuga. It was at this point that I learned about that “self-reliance, the supreme hour,” about what kind of people she said at her verses. Tormented, thrown away the will, 31 sickles 1941 Marina Ivanivna Tsvєtaєva killed herself. Ale has lost her train.
Rozkrila lived: Nastanovs,
New life.
Submit bowls and tarilkas!
Be-yak tarіlka bude dіbnoї,
The bowl is flat. Over the edge - i povz -
In the black earth, he will outline the life.
Bezpovorotno, nastanov,
New b'є virsh.