More Quotes by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.
Those who are used to a cage will weep for a cage.
In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.
Only when the sense of the pain of others begins does man begin
To partly remain a child: that is to be really mature.
Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.
A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else can only be a footnote.
Everything I do, I do on the principle of Russian borscht. You can throw everything into it beets, carrots, cabbage, onions, everything you want. What's important is the result, the taste of the borscht.
Life is a rainbow which also includes black.
He who is conceived in a cage, yearns for the cage.
