Sergei Yesenin quotes:

Not sorry, not calling, not crying All will pass like smoke of white apple trees Seized by the gold of autumn, I will no longer be young.

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. My dear, you are in my heart. Predestined separation promises a future meeting.

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye My love, you are in my heart. It was preordained we should part And be reunited by and by. Goodbye: no handshake to endure. Let's have no sadness - furrowed brow. There's nothing new in dying now Though living is no newer.

Whom shall I call on? Who will share with me The wretched happiness of staying alive?