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   Vladimir Ovoshchnikov "ZHivoe myshlenie" (cikl lekcij)
   © Copyright Vladimir Maksimilianovich Ovoshchnikov, 2002
   © Copyright D.M.Mironov, sostavitel', 2002
   Email: timoha_75@mail333.com
   WWW:   odessa-dfs.narod.ru
   Date:  1998
   Izd: "Print Master", Odessa., 2002
   Spellcheck: Vyacheslav Timoshchuk, 26 Okt 2003
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                                 I uvidel vo sne: vot, lestnica stoit na zemle,
                                 a verh ee kasaetsya neba; i vot,
                                 angely Bozhii voshodyat i nishodyat po nej.

                                    Bytie, Glava 28, St. 12

                                 Kto lyubit nastavlenie, tot lyubit znanie;
                                 a kto nenavidit oblichenie, tot nevezhda.
                                 Na puti pravdy - zhizn', i na steze ee net smerti.

                                    Kniga Pritchej Solomonovyh, Glava 12, St. 1, 28


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                                    1
                        Vyhozhu odin ya na dorogu;
                        Skvoz' tuman kremnistyj put' blestit;
                        Noch' tiha. Pustynya vnemlet Bogu,
                        I zvezda s zvezdoyu govorit.

                                    2
                        V nebesah torzhestvenno i chudno!
                        Spit zemlya v siyan'e golubom...
                        CHto zhe mne tak bol'no i tak trudno?
                        ZHdu l' chego? zhaleyu li o chem?

                                    3
                        Uzh ne zhdu ot zhizni nichego ya,
                        I ne zhal' mne proshlogo nichut';
                        YA ishchu svobody i pokoya!
                        YA b hotel zabyt'sya i zasnut'!

                                    4
                        No ne tem holodnym snom mogily...
                        YA b zhelal naveki tak zasnut',
                        CHtob v grudi dremali zhizni sily,
                        CHtob, dysha, vzdymalas' tiho grud';

                                    5
                        CHtob vsyu noch', ves' den' moj sluh leleya,
                        Pro lyubov' mne sladkij golos pel,
                        Nado mnoj chtob, vechno zeleneya,
                        Temnyj dub sklonyalsya i shumel.

                                                     M. Lermontov