Author of quotes: Andrew White

In golden dazzle.

Messiah of the coming day!

Culture is made immortality within us these forms of existence.

Nevsky Prospect, like any prospect, there is a public Avenue; the Avenue for the circulation of the public (not of air, for example).

My love - invitingly - the sad bell,
that will sound and fly away somewhere -
unclear - sweet dream
already seen once.

Had a quiet time. At the feet of the noise of the surf.
You smiled. having uttered at parting:
"We'll meet... Until the new date..."
It was a hoax. And know we are with you,
all that night we said goodbye.

Here lie in wait, know, home, I drink bromine, and read the Apocalypse.

And me anyone
Nothing.
Through handfuls of flowers numb,
Crimson
Shroud of the blades
Hyacinths of purple
And white -
Splash into the spirit of the abyss.

Pretty: don't wait, do not hope -
Go away, my poor people!
In the space of a paddy and crash
After year, a painful year!
Century of poverty and lack of water,
Let, o Motherland,
In the wet, in the empty expanse,
In the expanse of your cry.

Distant, dear,
- Wait for me...
Far, native:
I - I...
Your eyes I'll be
Two stars.
You in a fog will look -
Two stars.
We gave otstoyali -
Let's see;
And given otstoyali -
Will be: smoke.
Between us, broke out, -
Babble of years...
Between us broke out,
The light Shine.

Sings flying around the forest
to us the voice of the old bard.
The slope of the air of heaven
stretched the skin of a Cheetah.

We - a radiant sunset
Sweany from the ground.
Light air twist
Light sea.
Day and dusk embraced -
I'm like you, dawn.
I splash wave
Wind in blue.
I tell you one thing,
But laugh - in the other.
Drink sunset sadness
Red wine.
Knew I forgot to forget not sorry -
All forgot long ago...

July day: sparkles are strictly
Neoslojnennaya earth.
Continuous road.
Continuous field.
A dusty half-day flame
Nemoy lump blue
Fell on his chest, like a muddy stone,
Indisputable destiny.

The Windows steamed up.
In the court of the moon.
And standing without a purpose
window.
The wind. Niknet, arguing,
a number of gray birches.
It was a lot of grief...
A lot of tears...
Arises involuntarily
boring several hours.
My heart hurts, it hurts...
I am one.