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Evhenyi Evtushenko

Will it make some noise? clover field...

Will the clover field rustle? will the pine trees creak in the wind, I will freeze, listen and remember that I too will die someday.

But on the roof near the drain a boy will stand up with a tight pigeon, and I will understand that dying is cruel both to yourself and, most importantly, to others.

There is no feeling of life without a feeling of death. We will not go away like water into sand, but the living, those who will replace the dead, the dead will never be replaced.

I realized something in this life, - It means that it was not for nothing that I was beaten. I forgot, it seemed, everything I remembered but I remembered everything that I had forgotten.

I realized that in childhood the snow is fluffier, the hills are greener in youth, I realized that there are so many lives in life, how many times have we loved in our lives?

I realized that I was secretly involved to so many people at once from all times. I realized that the person is unhappy, because he is looking for happiness.

In happiness there is sometimes such stupidity. Happiness looks empty and easy. Grief looks down sadly, That’s why he sees deeply.

Happiness is like a view from an airplane. Grief sees the earth without embellishment. There is something treacherous in happiness - grief will not betray a person.

I was happy too, carelessly thank God - the happiness did not come true. I wanted what was impossible. It's good that I didn't succeed.

I love you, human beings, and I will forgive you your desire for happiness. I have now become happy forever, because I'm not looking for happiness.

I would like just a little bit of clover To protect frozen lips. I would like - just a little weakness - still not die at all.

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