Author of quotes: Larissa Emelyanovna Miller

The Shine of the window in the dark
It's all right,
And world problems
Still not terrible, not the same
I can take and cancel
And the light in the window, and the house cat
And stars a fun hodgepodge,
And life thin thread.

Tuesday, Friday, Wednesday...
It is necessary to live - that's the trouble,
Days of the week to abillity.
Hold, then tilt.
After again hold,
With them to eat and to drink with them,
In their rains-rays to swim,
In their details to dig
Their gifts to cherish...
Well, of course, you have to live
From sunrise to sunrise
And at any time of the year.

Alas, slurp that this.
Already barely covered the bottom
Already on the bottom balances
But, they say, remains sweet.

We are all busy with the game:
Translate, translate
From the original language,
Somewhere near the meaning roam,
There is a plot, but to no avail.

Everything is pointless and bad
From the point of view of grass,
Her life is worthy of a sigh
And the sad "alas",
Harness it, and tear, and trample
And do not give rest,
Poetry the scythe to sharpen -
And let's destroy the comfort,
Nasekomoe abode,
So beloved by the bug...
Don't ruin the grass, the warrior,
Better lay it face down.
You are here angry
And you won't die.
Tickle and poniat.
Ear will preselected.

The Lord sends wet weather
To bring us all to clean water,
Clean water that pours from the heavens...
The angel huddled, huddles is a demon
The Ghost in our souls? That it huddles -
In mind, that in the end flies away like a bird?
At the end of Genesis flies in there
Where flowing rain water?

Uncomfortable place
Here is almost warm stove,
Die potters.
The wind fields and from the river
Studite us shelter the earth,
And the heat can be acquired here:
Here woke up to a cold day.
I breathe and live.

All wasted, all wasted,
And not years, and the trouble - not the trouble,
Trouble - not a trouble, and works - not works,
Nothing but pure heavenly water.
And not sigh in silence, not crying behind a wall
And no load on the back and wing back.

Life goes on and the summer lasts...
Maybe we should pray,
Ask: "Great God,
Make it so that tomorrow too
Was green in the grass,
In the middle of the garden singing Warbler,
On the window on a thin fishing line
Swayed the curtains".

There is a battle,
What's the eternal battle!
There is a quiet whirling
Under the blue fabric.
There is a struggle.
Natsuda and breakdown!
It has been a soaring
With the spread wing.
There is some confusion,
Throwing in delirium! -
There's a quiet blooming
Water lilies on a pond.

Quietest aquarium, wonderful summer,
The excess green, blue,
Top and bottom and left and right -
Only the sky so the leaves, only the sky but the grass.

To kill time, well, him.
To kill the time.
Much freer without it
Does not bite in the crown.
He used to say: "You're kaput.
Goodbye forever.
We do not need your minutes
Your care.
And hurrying up and pulling
You all "get",
How fortunate that you
Does not become".

Life is easy, easy, easy,
Easy-peasy,
Because the light is
Just arriving,
Because the meadow in the dew
And delicate shadows
Because all trails
TIC lilac,
Because of the bright light
The early morning wakes,
Because there is no night
And, God willing, never will.

Meanwhile, thus, the
Which is not quite
The only time it happened
That nothing has happened.
In the place of heaven and earth,
And we can all start from scratch.