Simple and humane verses about the most important




all brilliant words are very simple, like the man himself. Robert Rozhdestvensky was such a poet. It is to notice details that others would not pay attention, did not attach importance to. The most ordinary, mundane things he found hidden harmony and significance. And his love for that very reason.

Website remembers favorite verses about the most important.

Man needs a little man need a little:
To search
and found.
They may have to start
A friend - a
and the enemy - one ...
Man needs a little:
to trail led away.
To live in the world
Mom.
How long does it - lived ..

Man needs a little:
after thunder - silence.
Blue patch of fog.
Life - one.
And death - one.
In the morning fresh newspaper - with Mankind relationship.
And only one planet:
Earth!
That's all.
And - interstellar road
but the dream of speeds.
This, in essence, -
bit.
This, in general, is - nothing.
Not great reward.
Low pedestal.
Man
little
necessary.
If only someone's home
waiting.

Miracle So flashed - straight from the shoulder,
full - on an icy pond! ...
Two people - he and she - were guilty of ...
The house is opposite the elevator midnight
She hoisted up to the attic.
The light was so,
that the smallest font
I was read for sure ...
So blazed so to do - whether spring, fire - do not understand.
And the thought of posterity moose,
and the hare decided
shedding.
Earth struck mustache herbs
and posverlili rays.
Immediately,
I learned about this miracle,
hurried from the south
rooks.
On the tapes seismographs
It became visible
nervous band ...
Two people - he and she - looked
each other's eyes ...
Rivers swollen.
People fled
and blinking in the heat.
Someone shouted:
"Fire! ...
Fire! .. »
This
love was.

I did not bring flowers taiga I had not brought
taiga colors -
I'm sorry.
You do not believe,
if they say that bad
they.
If someone sovret,
read about it ...
Simply,
these flowers
meadow
not a couple!
The windbreaks,
on steep slopes
burning
frying,
as the sun set,
bathed in the blood of both the yolks.
They do not become an ornament
City table.
Not for them
crystal polished sheen.
Not for them!
And they do not understand will never,
that water from the tap -
it is also water ...
You try Grab them!
Try
Grab!
You hold them,
and it seems,
hand
blood! ..
But fear not,
flowers on the jacket Jokes ...
Just this?
See?
Deprived of land,
that,
taiga,
unkind,
proud land,
where they
at dawn ascended,
where dew
and bear tracks, -
begin
rapidly wither
Flowers!
Immediately
they go out!
Immediately
They die! ..
I did not bring
taiga colors.
Sorry.



Please be weaker Be, please,
weaker.
Whether,
please.
And then I'll give you
miracle
easily.
And then I vymahnu - grow up,
become special.
From a burning house bear
you,
carotid.
I make up my mind for all the unknown,
all reckless, -
I throw myself into the sea,
thick,
ominous, -
and save you! ..
It will
heart told me,
heart told ...
But you're
stronger than me,
stronger
and confident!
You're very ready to save others
from sadness serious.
You do not afraid of no whistling blizzard,
no fire crispy.
Do not get lost,
do not drown,
Evil has accumulated.
Do not cry
and zastonesh,
if you want.
Become smoother
and you will be flighty,
if you want ...
I'm with you - so confident - it's hard
very.

Though the purpose,
at least for a moment, -
I ask,
timidly, -
Help me to believe in myself,
Become
weaker.



The Ballad of paints He was red,
as a stew of mushrooms.
Ginger,
like oranges in the snow.
His mother joked,
his mother was in good spirits:
"I gave birth to a son of the sun ...»
And the other was a black-black her.
Black,
like burnt resin.
She laughed at inquiries,
said:
"Too night was black! ..»
At forty-one,
forty memorable year
shouted reproducers trouble.
Both sons, both twos, salt of the earth -
mother bowed from the waist.
And gone.
It happened in the battle to sense the young
Auburn furious fire
and black smoke,
evil stagnant green fields,
Grey front-line hospitals.
Both sons, both twos, two wings,
fought to win.
His mother was waiting.
I do not anger,
it is not cursed fate.
Funerals
I walked her hut.
Lucky her.
Happiness suddenly halt.
The lucky one to three villages around.
Lucky her.
Lucky her!
Lucky! -
Both sons
the gateway to the village.
Both sons.
The two-two.
Flesh and become.
Golden orders do not count.
The sons are sitting side by side - shoulder to shoulder.
The legs are intact, arms intact - what else?
Drink green wine as happened ...
Both changed hair color.
Steel hair -
deadly white!
We see a lot
white paint
at war.



It all begins with love all begins with love ...
Solid:
"In the beginning
It was
word ».
And I declare again:
everything starts
with love!

It all begins with love:
and insights,
and work,
eye color,
eyes of a child - it all starts with love.

It all starts with love.
With love!
I just know it.
All,
even hatred - native
and eternal
sister love.

It all starts in love:
dreams and fears,
wine and gunpowder.
Tragedy,
longing
and deed - it all starts with love.

Spring whisper to you:
«Live».
And you whisper from kachneshsya.
And straighten.
And you start.
It all starts
with love!



Quietly flying spider thread Silently flying spider thread.
The sun burns on the window glass.
Something I did not;
sorry:
I lived for the first time on this earth.
I feel it is only now.
To her pripadaet.
And I swear it ...
And I promise to live differently.
If it is true ...
But I will not go back.



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