Author of quotes: Tatyana Ustinova. Page 5

She came.
Wafted spirits, and yet something feminine and warm, like you're from a cold, with rain and wind, when it seems that there will be snow and distant clouds blue-gray region have rested on the limp brown earth, and the dog shakes his ears and looking plaintively and seriously and asking back under the roof, includes in home warmth, and this heat burning inside the fireplace, a bouquet of the last of the asters shining in vintage blue vase with chipped petals, fragrant tea cools in the pot-bellied teapot, in the polished surface of the table reflected thin arms in the sleeves warm dress.
So he imagined. No wonder he was a writer...