Author of quotes: Gennady F. Shpalikov

Why, o friend, hurt me?
What is deprived? What kind of boots?
Horse to you? Please - horse!
Green damask, the vesiga with pies.
Negociando or Bibigul?
Il virgin Russian from the station Podlipki?
Hut on some distant shore
Il the charm of the Tibetan Abolici?
All for you - dumb language of the passions
And gold signet ring of the regicide.
You tell - and here's a bag of bones
Thine enemies, and the body of bloodsuckers.

There, across the river, the horses wander.
They, and I on this side.
How slowly they cross,
And off slow autumn day.
And the book I slowly leaf through.
The horses wander, crossing,
There goes the day. There goes the day...

About the delicate despair
When everything is so simple and difficult,
When the simplicity
Misery mile for mile.
Unhappiness? What misfortune
That was the usual happiness.
But the happiness and the unusual,
That looks very usual.

My friend, I am very very sick,
I know (and you) where did this pain!
Life starch, proceed seditious
And medicine will enter the alcohol!
The fact of the matter! He is not in us - healing,
But, on the contrary, in him we in him!

Why am I so gloomy now walked out of the subway? About what, I wondered, looking at the drizzle and cars, which one after another was passing by and smelled gasoline? In the wind and rain gasoline smells like home, a warm driver's cab and the road. Mayakovsky square in rainy weather, the smell of September, and Monday. And I stood there, thinking, where am I to go alone. Money in my pocket was three rubles, and I was young and so I want this gloomy weather to drink that I changed color. And to drink not one, looking like an emptied bottle, and with you looking the way you smile and how you brighten the eyes. I can write about it long and beautiful, but I won't - I have no money, and all this song and dream. Why torture the imagination?

All naslyshana all stupid
My days are now stretched.
Calm down, I calm,
Will not stick to you like glue.
<...>
Forget you, forget
You feel like to forget
And to you score
There's no need to score.

I step through Moscow,
Like walking the plank.
What is square right
And left the same square.
Here when-that Pushkin lived,
Pushkin with Vyazemsky friends,
Mourned, lay in bed,
Said he had a cold.
<...>
My head is empty
For a wilderness,
I fly away
Like a tree with leaf.

Oh, I drown in Zapadnaya Dvina
Or die some other way, -
The country will not regret about me
But about me comrades cry.
They told me the cemetery to demolish,
Forgive debts and old grudges.
I canceled military fireworks,
I do not need the funeral.
<...>
I've never ridden on an elephant,
Had love large setbacks,
The country will not regret about me
But about me comrades cry.

Steamer white-white,
The smoke over the red pipe.
We are on the deck running around
Kissed you.
<...>
Oh, deck, deck,
You make me shake,
You are my sorrow, deck,
Split on the pier.

And I'm going step through Moscow,
And I still can
Salty Pacific ocean,
And tundra, and taiga.
On the white sail boat dissolve,
I don't know yet with whom,
But if I'm at home I will.
Under the snow I violet finds
And remember Moscow.

Oh, someday, when?
I sit down, you forget yourself,
For a while - forever,
Everywhere and everywhere.
Everyone will forget, unlearn,
And take off my shoes and undress,
To himself they were apart
By yourself somewhere to go.

Many people think: is the whole of life, and this is the beginning, and still is not so. I thought: who started happier? At the best people in the past - unhappy youth, and the youth, as it is, seems endless. And in her initial grief and distress we judge life so far ahead that, of course, to live in such a disgusting no desire. Fortunately, it is not so. And we are so small and life so big, and so she doesn't care what we think about it.

By misfortune or fortunately,
The truth is simple:
Never come back
In the same place.
Even if the ashes
Looks quite,
Can't find what you're looking for,
Neither you nor me.

I - autumn grass
Flying leaves in the wind,
But the idea is not new,
Belongs to the category of truths.
Want to eternal killing
Grass at least be maintained -
She is a spring sprout
And life join.