BIANT PRIENSKY
In what greatest good? In a fair and honest mind.
What is man's destruction? It is only in another person.
Who has the wealth? Pleased. Who is poor? Insatiable.
What is a woman's best gift? In a chaste life.
Who is chaste? The one before whom rumors fall silent.
What is characteristic of a sage? Even though he could do harm, he doesn’t want to.
What makes a fool? And it cannot harm, but it strives.
PITTACUS OF MYTYLENE
It will not be possible to say who did not know silence.
If an honest man praises, it is better than the darkness of evildoers.
The foolish is full of envy towards the happy and proud.
A fool laughs at human misfortune.
You must obey the laws, honoring them.
When you are happy, you have many friends;
Unfortunately, few of your friends are with you.
CLEObulus of Linda
Let the more we are given, the less we wish for.
Is the poor man himself to blame for the evil of fate?
Happiness is only for a moment if there is a crime in it.
You can forgive many people, but don’t forgive yourself.
Everyone spares the evil, but is glad to destroy the honest.
Now even great merits will not be glorified,
But even for trifles, shame is often the fate.
PERIANDER OF CORINTH
Benefit is eternal with decency in agreement.
Restless at heart and happier.
It’s bad to wish for death, to be afraid is worse.
Just do what you have to do.
Let him be afraid of others who are afraid of many.
If the lot is happy, then why worry?
If there is no happiness, then why try.
SOLON OF ATHENS
I will call life happy if its progress is completed.
If the spouse is equal, then they are together, but not equal, that means they are apart.
You won't get any merit for a random service.
Choose a friend in secret, but praise him in front of everyone.
It's better if you were raised noble - you weren't born.
If the lot is destined, then what should be avoided?
If everything is wrong in the world, then why should we be afraid?
CHILON SPARTAN
Let me not instill fear and hostility in the younger ones in the elders.
Remembering death, lead life and remember health.
Conquer all your troubles, be strong in spirit or friend.
If you have done good, you don’t need to remember it;
Always remember the good that was done for you.
We like old age, since it is similar to youth;
Youth is painful for us if it is like old age.
SKIF ANACHARSIS
Be afraid that a secret slander may suddenly touch you.
Life has flown by, but its glory will never die.
Don’t rush to announce what you’re planning to do.
If you are overwhelmed by fear, you will be defeated.
If you scold justly, you are an enemy, then you are useful;
If you praise falsely, then, being a friend, you harm.
There is no excess in anything: the measure is in a hurry to go into excess.
COURT OF PARIS
Priamid's court brought Helen to glorious Troy;
The judgment of Priamid brought Troy to an evil end.
HERO AND LEANDR
Love paved the way for Leander through the stormy waves -
Love paved the way for him to a sorrowful death.
DOLON AND ACHILLES
Dolon was seduced by the glorious prey - the team of Achilles;
He himself, stabbed to death, became the glorious prey of Dolon.
NIS AND EURYALUS
May the sweet destiny of friendship be precious to you:
Life great part- friendship is a sweet destiny.
TO APOLLO AND TO THE READER
Thank you, Apollo, inspirer of poets!
Friend reader, farewell: thanks to you.
EPITAPH
Death will not destroy me: I leave behind a memory.
Just, book, live: death will not destroy me.
Song of the Rowers (B. III, p. 167). A stylization of a work song that is rare in ancient poetry.
Cor, or Portunus, Roman god of ports and harbours.
Temple of Venus, destroyed to build walls (R. 100, B. IV, 288).
Library converted into a dining room (R. 126, B, IV, 314).
Water-filling wheel (R. 284). It is interesting to compare the epigram of Antipater of Thessalonica about the water mill (Palatine Anthology, IX, 418), quoted by K. Marx in Capital (vol. I, Gospolitizdat, 1953, p. 414).
For a man who ground flour for himself (R. 103, B, IV, 291).
Cupid in love (R. 240, B. IV, 410).
According to legend, the gates of Hades were made from the mythical metal adamant.
To Dulcia (R. 381, B. IV, 535).
Refusal of serious poetry (R. 429, B. IV, 39). In Art. 10 Behrens' reading is accepted. Behrens, without sufficient grounds, attributes this epigram to Seneca.
The Drunkard's Dream (R. 30, B. IV, 219).
Bunch (R. - 31. B. IV, 220).
The books of the Aeneid, eaten by a donkey (R. 222, B. IV, 189).
Centaur Chiron (R. 89, B. IV, 277).
Pasiphae (B. V, 51). Pasiphae, daughter of Helios and wife of King Minos, was inflamed with an unnatural passion for the bull; hiding in a wooden stuffed heifer, she united with him and gave birth to the Minotaur, half-man, half-bull. Each of the 22 verses of this work has its own special metrical metre; various combinations these 22 poetic sizes Horace used in his stanzas, so this poem is like a fictionalized metrical reference book to the works of Horace. As such a reference book, it is attached to one of the manuscripts of the work of the grammarian Rufinus on metrics; perhaps Rufinus was its author. The sequence of sizes is as follows: 1) adonium; 2) dactylic dimeter; 3) ferecrates; 4) glyconeum; 5) dactylic tetrameter; 6) dactylic hexameter; 7) trochaic diameter; 8) iambic dimeter; 9) alkeev nine-syllable; 10) truncated iambic trimeter; 11) pure iambic trimeter; 12) small asclepiad; 13) small sapphic; 14) alkaev eleven-syllable; 15) Alcaeus decasyllable; 16) large asclepiad; 17) Aristophanes; 18) large sapphic; 19) ionics; 20) archilochus; 21) elegy; 22) yambeleg.
The Pretis are the daughters of the Argive king Acrisius, punished with madness for refusing to honor Dionysus.
Io, the beloved of Zeus, who was transformed into a heifer by Hera and fled to Egypt, was identified in Hellenistic times with the Egyptian goddess Isis.
It's about about Theseus, a descendant of the Athenian king Erechtheus; Knossian - Ariadne (the city of Knossos was the capital of Minos).
Anacyclic verses (B. III, 27). These were the names of poems that were read the same way, word by word, from beginning to end and from end to beginning. Russian tonic distich, in contrast to the ancient one. metric does not allow such constructions; the proposed translation by V. Bryusov is a remarkable exception. Meaning: “The aspiration of the (swimming) naiads overcomes the swaying of the waves, just as the flaming Not (south wind) defeats the swell of the Ikgtsrov sea.”
Snake verses (R. 40, 48, 57, 63, 77, 79, 80, B, IV, 229, 236, 245, 251, 265, 267, 268. About this poetic form om. notes to Pentadios. About Hero and Leandre, see the poem of Musaeus; the story about Dolon - in the X book of the Iliad; the story about the feat of the friends Nysus and Euryalus in the IX book of the Aeneid. their author is Luxoria.
Anastasia Nikulshina
We can’t celebrate happiness together
At dawn on the edge -
You and I are too different
To live in the same paradise.
Only the winds are unruly
They will talk about you again;
You and I are too proud
To cry about fate.
Let's fly across the sky like sparks
One after another in the footsteps -
You and I are too close
To part forever.
Anastasia Krasovskaya
I know your steps by heart.
There is windy sadness in your gait,
Movement of hands holding a cigarette
And days of madness given to the wind.
I don't know everyone you loved so much
But I know for sure that I was loved.
And I know how you will forget this one and that one,
Still holding a cigarette in his hand.
Evgenia Livskaya
It was a warm June evening,
The heel clicked on the pavement
You were achingly flawless
Not a husband yet, no longer a friend...
You told me about birds
What brands of wine do you like?
Eyes with curled eyelashes
They whispered: “You see, I’m alone...”.
Worried, I walked nearby,
She screamed with her heart: “I’m alone!”
There was a long row of cafes...
We walked: not husband and not wife.
Nina Shemenkova
While I love you, I know for sure:
There are countless happy days.
I'll beat fate in no time,
While He is in my destiny!
All thoughts are directed towards Him
I direct day and night
Whose eyes are righteous, radiant...
They are like stars, exactly the same.
I will collect all my thoughts at once, -
I will dress you in the clothes of the sun,
And the evil eye cannot reach them,
And do not execute them to the executioner!
Valeria Bronskaya
Thick shadow from a soft curtain
She lay down on the painted carpet.
Intricate patterns
Merged into one big pattern.
The phone is stubbornly silent,
It’s as if he and I are also in a quarrel.
The clock's dull, calm ringing
The wounded nerves spurt.
Today the tea is getting cold again
And, like yesterday, the liver becomes stale.
And the one who should have forgiven
Again he didn’t ask for forgiveness.
Anastasia Gauss
I died. The curtain is thicker than the window
And curtains of mirrors everywhere.
I died - because Roses also dry up
Without affection. No worries. No heat.
But to my death, so unexpected,
Your eyes are still blind!
From the beauty once so desired,
Only sharp thorns remained.
I feel strangely sorry for you, my fallen angel,
Wandering restlessly in silence.
And tenderness, untimely withered.
And my own wasted soul.
* * *
I look in the mirror and see
A flying train, the sound of wheels.
And a sheet of scribbled paper,
Which the wind carried away into the distance.
On a cold autumn evening
There is a burning candle in the window.
One homeless stray dog... -
No further, I'm silent.
I look in the mirror - there is a storm,
Salty spray flows into your eyes.
A frown drips from someone else's eyelashes
Like a thread, a shiny tear.
Car roar on the highway
And smoke from the city dump.
Long line at the cash register
Eyes looking with longing.
A star falling from the sky.
An empty sweet dream.
I look, but there is no mirror.
The emptiness gapes.
Hymn to Freedom
I want to sing You - Freedom is a gift priceless.
Both Creature and Man live by you.
But You don’t do good to everyone,
Who drags the strap in the Perishable World.
Power, gold, fornication are your enemies.
Man also sowed them within himself.
And this weedy weed draws juice from him,
The fiend of hell is a slave to his fate.
Stop, O sinful man-
After all, you are not a slave, not a worm after all.
And you hide enemies within yourself,
Living life petty and carelessly.
Translation from German.
Poem - Regenbogen
Rainbow (literary translation by an unknown poet)
One summer with a friend
We walked through the park. The rain is over.
The sun was shining like a scarlet circle
And the rainbow flower bloomed.
But here, to a fellow student
Sighing, I said quietly:
“The sky is entwined with a motley flight
Your bright blue wreath."
My friend was a physicist, with surprise
He looked at me, laughing:
“What you said was stupid, there is no doubt about it.
What, tape? Where did it come from?
And he said that the layer is airy
The sun's light is divided into colors...
He said - I got bored
That science didn't work for future use.
Years passed, and then one day
We had a physics lesson.
The teacher is strict and looks important
The question he asked me was this:
And I say: “This is heaven
Your brightest chapter
He ties it with a colorful ribbon,
To decorate the blue with it!”
The class laughed: “What is he talking about?
He escaped from Stepanovka!”
And only the teacher, knowing the matter,
Having calmed the class, he told me:
“You, young man, are a poet in spirit
And there are no more complaints against you.
And we are not deaf to geniuses either
Perhaps I am a poet at heart!
But I listen to God's inspiration
Up in the clouds with the muse.
Come down, young man, to the ground
And talk about business."
(Stepanovka - location of the home for the mentally ill)
Meditation by moonlight.
(pessimistic poem - unknown poet)
Counting years, weeks, days
Sobbing bitterly - laughing carelessly.
I look at the corrupted face of the Moon
Life is short - but Nature is eternal.
I suffer from doubt every hour
Like crazy To the Danish Prince
And I've been wrong many times
Believing that Truth is always without borders.
But Man doesn't need it.
Only a Madman finds happiness in her.
The moon also shines for all of us,
But only a few people admire it.
No! A man doesn't need ideas
They only give headaches.
He needs to eat and sleep every day,
Work, start a family, vegetate.
No, Socrates was still somewhat wrong,
Trying to understand the Man.
Be a hundred times more humane than Himself
And then I would have gotten confused with this cripple.
And so, if someone, not sparing himself
He's trying to do something good for someone.
We will say sarcastically: “He’s a fool! Child!
Naive and stupid, Don Quixote is inept!”
Let me be an Egoist, but the World is Egoism.
Much worse than My Selfishness.
And the lunar disk burned misty in the sky
Lightly illuminating all this K...
* * *
I'm haunted by a nightmare
Dumb, cunning and cruel.
Electrocutes into consciousness
And like steam escaping.
Striped and beaten,
Marked with a crooked mark,
Wandering life's path,
I became calm, smooth, well-fed.
I didn't know how to laugh or cry,
Watching everything from the sidelines.
Life is rushing somewhere cool,
And I didn’t care about everything.
But then she came - I don’t know
Why did you contact her then?
Months and years pass.
But I don’t understand how to forget.
She's not a couple me - mind,
I despised it the first time.
But nature is like leprosy
It left a mark in my soul.
I'm burning, I'm suffering, but I'm silent.
“That woman is not worth you!”
The mind speaks but worries
The soul screaming: “I want, I want”
And my throat feels like intoxication
Lonely melancholy with resentment.
Blind, cunning and cruel
I'm haunted by a nightmare.
I don't trust anyone anymore!
After all, everything is still fiction, deception.
I won’t open the door to my soul,
There are too many wounds accumulated there.
I won't let my heart anymore -
To love, to suffer, to become attached, to wait.
There's no room left at all
There is no point in even looking for him there.
I'm all for it" at face value" -
Courtesies, smiles, praise.
I opened my soul to a person,
Getting wounded again.
I realized the smile is a disguise,
It is convenient to hide the truth behind it.
Such a necessary trick
So as not to offend anyone with the truth.
Oh, how many times have I regretted it?
That I was sincere with the wrong ones.
I didn’t immediately guess who would betray,
And who will share the latter with me?
I don't trust anyone anymore!
I've been through too much.
Now my doors are closed
And silence entered my soul.
I Difficult person, they don’t understand me,
And many consider it frivolous,
In fact, no one knows
What thoughts come to me?
I'm a complex person, no one knows me
It's hard for me to be funny in a crowd
When everything inside is torn to shreds,
And I want to cry in the dark.
It’s not easy to smile at everyone through tears,
And at night I share my sadness with my pillow,
It's much easier to isolate yourself
And fall asleep holding a toy to your chest...
Just help me forget
Run away to where they are waiting with affection,
I can't be here anymore
Life is like the ninth circle of hell.
Society is drawing boundaries again,
So what to do? You need to imitate.
I'm putting on my mask again
I go out to please people.
Why doesn't anyone see how hard it is for me?
And they don’t understand how much pain there is in your chest?
I know it's not a cold,
These feelings are torn from the inside.
I want to scream, but they won’t hear me.
Cry? - this is a passed stage.
Adults have probably forgotten that the soul of a teenager,
This is a valuable treasure.
Why are they so tough?
To the world, what do we like?
Their reproaches bring so much pain,
Destroying inner child temple.
That's why I want to forget.
That's why it tears everything from the inside.
Because close ones, in fact, are persons
They act worse than their enemies.
even if I die
no one will remember about me.
I'll just go into the darkness
and in Russian I’ll just die.
Well, everything is clear with you,
You are no better than everyone else.
just if I die,
(this is just in case)
you will forget about me,
and you won't remember anymore.
but what if you really
you dream about me so much
then you will follow me,
without hesitation or worry.
but this won't happen
I know this for sure.
just forget about me
and don't remember anymore...
I want to fall asleep and not wake up,
I want to leave and not come back.
Fall asleep, leave and die forever.
To become just a guardian angel,
The one I love more than life itself.
I just want to let my family know me,
About the fact that she died.
That I flew to heaven
And I no longer live on earth.
I died...
And I became just an angel in the blue sky.
Just an angel and nothing more...
What I can’t change is my life.
I would do this very carefully
And I didn’t offend those I love.
What a pity that we are not able to return,
There is no road there.
Sometimes we need to improve
But they won’t sell a ticket to the past.
What a pity that we are unable to think,
About what we are doing now.
How can we think through our paths?
So that the light does not go out along the way.
What a pity, terrible and regrettable,
That we cannot live a moment twice.
It must be very difficult
Make fewer mistakes.
Walking through life in a lost world
We are looking for people to become family.
Let's reveal our feelings, forget the grievances,
For complete strangers to be close...
Joint songs without losing pages,
We write together to be proud together!
We go through emotional wounds with you,
I live by this, it’s a pity dreams are so insidious...
It would be better not to have a day, those minutes of parting,
Now it brings me pain and suffering.
And I'm alone again, and the judge is my time,
And throughout my life I carry the burden of betrayal...
Cigarettes, a pen, a couple of sad lines...
I didn't think the world around was very cruel,
Straight in the back with a knife, it would have been better to finish with a shot...
Wait, read on, I'm not finished yet!
Do you remember our words that we are together forever?
Do you remember our joys from written songs?
No... you don't remember, you probably forgot...
How I wish that the trace of a bullet in my heart would cool...
My whole life path was broken by you,
When a star falls, I will destroy the dead end...
No, I don’t believe in miracles, but only in myself,
After all, there is no trust in anyone, although in vain...
People full of lies surround us everywhere,
It is worth understanding this, and not following the feeling,
Our stairway to heaven does not climb by hand...
You should believe yourself, not vile words.
I endure, but the resentment does not freeze in my chest,
I've lost myself and I'm trying to find...
It's hard not to think about it those days...
When you want to hear from your lips: “I beg you! Forgive me!”
He said more than once: “Don’t get used to me.
I'm against permanent relationships."
But every time I returned to her again
After hard victories and battles.
He firmly assured: “Don’t get used to me.
There is no love in the world, you know...
I drown my loneliness in wine,
And sometimes I play with the feelings of others."
He urged more than once: “Don’t get used to me.
I don't want you to suffer later.
I'm just being warm to you
But I don’t want her to make plans.”
He told her more than once: “Don’t get used to me.”
And he was honest with her - he never lied,
But only her native name he whispered in his sleep,
In a tender embrace, he fell asleep like a child.
He repeated more than once: “Don’t get used to me.”
She was silent... No habits or reproaches.
And he, after all, was the only one on the whole Earth
And without him she was very lonely...
He whispered in her ear: “Don’t get used to me.”
She waited, endured, and then disappeared...
He felt so lonely big moon,
And he realized that he had stolen his heart a long time ago.
He smiled and said: “Don’t get used to me.”
I didn’t hear the inner spiritual cry...
Now he suffers sleeplessly in silence...
He said: “Don’t get used to it..”, but he got used to it...
Bowing my head over the abyss of life,
Shards of memory are etched into my brain.
And, lost in the pitch darkness,
I couldn’t find myself in this abyss.
I lost myself absent-mindedly, not knowing
How to get out of this emptiness.
I feel like I'm losing myself
I don't see any beauty in life anymore.
I've lost myself, so help me God
Don't get lost in this darkness!
I'm alive, I'm a person too,
Well, where is my place in life, where?
I'm alone among the crowd of passers-by,
I can’t feel my body, legs or arms.
But in life there are millions of similar destinies,
And loneliness is now my best friend...
It happens that in life there is only one wrong step
Capable of crossing out everything, destroying everything.
And you don’t know where to find leverage in yourself,
So as not to disturb others from now on.
And again you’re rude to everyone and don’t want to see them,
You shout again: “Leave me alone, don’t bother me, forget it!”
They don't know that you didn't want to offend them,
But they are no longer looking for a way to the heart...
And giving free rein to bad emotions,
You will regret everything again at night.
And there is such a damn mess in my head.
Thoughts about them and not about him help.
But even so, there are people, those who believe.
They are ready to do anything for you.
And in those moments when you're lost,
Kindred souls will be there with sincere love...
And at this very moment - hug.
And let all thoughts be positive and pure.
You sit down, talk, explain yourself,
And never think about burning bridges with them..
You didn't know what love was
But he still confessed his love.
Wanted to be with me forever
Although I didn’t try to return it myself.
You said you didn’t have such feelings,
Or maybe they weren’t there at all?
Have we really gone through everything in vain?
So that you leave me at the very end?
For you I'm just a toy
The one you love to play with
A doll without feelings and without a heart,
With whom you can only sleep.
Every day my thoughts are clogged
Just a dream that I will be with you,
That I can take your hand again
And wake up in an embrace with you.
Why are you calling me bunny again?
You'll come to me in the middle of the night,
To tell me how much you love me
And you will hear the same in response.
But we became strangers to each other,
You, who were dearest to me,
I don't believe this is all real
And that you don’t want to be with me.
I only want your happiness
You will find someone to find it with,
My life will be full of joys,
But you will be absent from it.
Maybe we'll see each other one day
And with a smile we will remember everything,
I love you, just know it
And forgive, if you can, for everything.
Words penetrate like fire,
They tear and toss like a sea over an abyss.
It’s as if they cut without a knife,
And how the sky can be unknown.
It's like sadness has been torn to shreds,
And again fatigue sets in,
I really want to hide into the distance,
And it was as if something had broken inside.
And evil hail beats on my heart,
Without regret, killing again
They poured me unsolicited poison,
Now I'm lost forever.
So leave me, bitch - sadness,
From the rotten, depressed mob,
I can't go back now
It would probably be better to disappear.
That evening she walked along the boulevard,
That evening the moon looked down.
Through the skies, evening mists
Her face is like the ocean breeze...
A wild desire was born in the moon,
Go down to her and take her with you.
Overcome all forces of gravity,
Help her, next to him, become a star.
Transformed into an earthly youth,
He followed her onto the boulevard.
He saw himself as an unfortunate blind man,
What a girl is looking for for her infinite, sighted gift.
Approaching her silently, unnoticeably,
Lightly touching her with his hand.
He effectively erased the stars from the sky.
He showed her life, he showed her different.
What will watch as eternity lasts,
What hand will go around the entire Milky Way with him,
What will happen to him in heaven endlessly,
That her breasts will always be there for her.
She answered him: “Everything has its place.
Mine is here, to be a prisoner of the Earth.
Sorry, but I can’t become the moon’s bride,
And there was no way they could become a couple.
Your place is in the sky, above the Earth,
You must protect her with yourself.
Don't be tormented by pain and melancholy,
Someday I will become a star!
How can you kill a person?
How can you kill his soul?
How can I get pistols?
And ruin your life forever.
How can you reach people?
The ones you spent your time with
Friends, classmates, teachers...
Making your burden heavier.
And change your life forever,
Never be myself again
It's like cutting off the last thread,
And not reach the last battle.
History of the work:
The reason was recent news from Kerch.
And we flew away to warmer climes like proud birds
And you hid your tears like a proud lioness
I wish I could drink some water now
And go into silence and pray
And rise to heaven, telling what is happening on earth
How they rob, kill, even hunt, like a tit bird disappearing into the air
And get drunk with fresh race...
These sad poems can bring you to tears. They show the bitter truth of the world around us. They will make you think about life, about love. You can see in them deep meaning, imbued with other people’s experiences, remember moments of your life. Someone, when he is sad, goes for a walk, someone listens to music or communicates with loved ones, and someone at such moments locks himself in a room and writes sad poems and stories that completely reflect his current mood. Reading these sad poems unknown authors, you involuntarily empathize with the poet and try to understand his state at that time, and even if you don’t want to be sad, involuntarily, a tear will roll down your cheek...
