Citykeeper. I myself, Mother, am a decent man. But really, what do you think, Anna Andreevna, what birds have we become now? High flight, damn it! Wait, now I'm going to give pepper to all these hunters to make requests and denunciations. Hey, who's there?
Gogol N.V., Auditor, 1835
There was an echo of noise.
Went out for a walk,
I went screaming, screaming,
It's as if you're making fun of it.
Stubborn men.
To the king! - To the right I hear,
To the left:
Ass, ass, ass!
The whole forest is agitated.
With flying birds,
Quick-legged beasts.
And creepers,
And moan, and roar, and hum!
Nekrasov N. A., Who in Russia to live well, 1877
The hum and the crackling rush from one end of the city to the other, and over all this humming, over all this confusion, like the cry of a bird of prey, reigns the ominous: “I will not tolerate!”
Saltykov-Shchedrin M.E., History of a City, 1870
The hunting omen that if the first beast and the first bird were not lost, the field would be happy, proved to be just.
Tolstoy L. N., Anna Karenina, 1877
Like a bird he dived between the branches; sharp thorns tore my clothes, dry karagacha bitches beat me in the face.
Lermontov M. Yu., Hero of Our Time, 1840
Looking around the room, he now noticed that the paintings were not all birds: between them hung a portrait of Kutuzov and painted in oil paints some old man with red coats on his uniform, as was worn under Pavel Petrovich.
Gogol N.V., Dead Souls, 1835
I know for myself that not only do you kill a bird with a stick, but you can’t shoot at all.
Tolstoy L. N., Childhood, 1852
The day was gray; the greens gleamed brightly; the birds twittered somehow at odds.
Gogol N.V., Taras Bulba, 1835
She passed the whole long road imperceptibly, as if she were carrying a bird that absorbed all her tender attention.
Alexander Green, Scarlet Sails, 1916
To lie in one's own way is almost better than truth in one's own way; in the first case you are a man, and in the second you are just a bird!
Dostoevsky F.M., Crime and Punishment, 1866
The convictions of Count Ivan Mikhailovich from a young age consisted in the fact that just as a bird tends to eat worms, to be clothed with feathers and down and fly through the air, so it is peculiar to eat expensive dishes prepared by expensive cooks, to be dressed in the most deceased and expensive clothes, to ride the most deceased and fastest horses, and that therefore all this should be ready for him.
Tolstoy L.N., Resurrection, 1899
Classic movie. It's about Love for Birds. Those who feed animals and birds will be damn interesting. :) 🥳 I recommend :)😘
