Author of quotes: Arseny Alexandrovich Tarkovsky. Page 1

Fell summer cold needle
Of numb hands silence
Dropped off the map completely in the dark behind a shelf
Mouse over the plaster walls.

I returned home and washed my hands,
And lay down, closing his eyes. And vague sound,
Penetrated into the room from the window,
And dusk looming in predgradie,
Without immortality, in a rough prose
And the nudity was the one death.

Hey, black sitchikov, slob city,
Well, Hello, mother spring! You won now what:
Sat - legs down on the Stone bridge
And the first signs of throwing in the void.

Are you that butterfly in black and white.
Not our wild and bold,
I flew housing,
Do not conjure me, don't do
Bitter bitter of my heart.

Until now I was unaware -
Why should I star catalogue?
In the catalog of ten million
The rooms of heaven phones,
Ten million rooms
Phones marev and worlds
A complete set of the glow and flicker,
The list of subscribers of the universe.
I know the name of the star,
I find her phone,
I'll wait for the turn of the earth,
I will turn ABC steel:
And-13-40-25.
I don't know where to find you.
Sings membrane phone:
- Meets the alpha of Orion.
I am on the road, I'm a star now
I forgot you forever.
I denizin sister
I don't want to dream,
To you I care no more.
Call me in three hundred years.

Under the heart of grass the heavy dewdrops,
The child goes barefoot on the path,
Bears wild strawberries in an open basket
And I it from a window looking
As if in a basket he carries dawn.
When I was running path
When the arm is rocked basket
Wouldn't I look for a house under the mountain
I would not be jealous of another share,
I would not quite to go back home.

Everything that is cute, visibly, now,
Repeats its flight,
If angel lens
Under the wing of your world takes.

I once was destined to see
This gleaming towel
The jumper is divine happiness,
And what would the people say -
I will live, will move Positano,
Will count them in the catalog,
Will read them on the book night.

In the heart the wind will blow thin
And fly, fly headlong,
And love on film
The soul keeps the sleeve,
The forgetfulness like a bird
The grain is stealing - why?
Not allow to be sprayed,
Though dead, but live
Not at all, and in the hundredth,
The sly and in a dream,
Like roaming around in a field
Outrageous side.

Love - so it feel like you were drugged champagne... And love has to sacrifice. Unrequited, unrequited love is not so selfish as happy; it is a sacrificial love. We are so dear memories of lost love, that was expensive once, because every love has an effect on the person because in the end it turns out that this was enclosed some portion of good.

Twinkling yellow tongue
Candle more gutter.
That's the way we're living
The soul burns the body melts.

Taken away from me at night
Crying about me at lax
Black dress, with childish shoulders,
The best gift returned to God,
Conjure past, present,
Sleep tight, don't shopify awake
Don't follow me squinting pupil,
The angel, a deer, a Sokolenko.
Stones of Sumer, from the desert
Arabian, from a circle of
Memory - in the glow of pride
Throat I erupted tightly?
I don't know where your power,
Don't know how to lay down a spell,
To again lose I right
On your breath, hands, dress.

I in the childhood was ill
From hunger and fear. Peel lips
Tear off and lips to lick; to remember
A cool and salty taste.
And all go and all go, go,
Sitting on the stairs in the front, heated,
Go delirious like the tune
Behind the Piper to the river, sit - bask
On the stairs; and so, shivering and commercials.
And the mother stands, a hand beckons, though
Off in the distance and approached it:
Just fit - in seven steps
A hand beckons; will fit - worth it
In seven steps, a hand beckons.
Hot
I was, I undid the gate, years,
Then they blew the trumpet, the light of the eyelids
Hit, the horses galloped, mother
Flying over the pavement, a hand beckons -
And flew...

In emptiness I leave myself,
Indifferently look at myself - at him.