Author of quotes: Boris Yulianovich Poplavsky

I read the Bible barely
Almost zadremal from indifference
Dead, dead gorgeous words
Alas! came the other day for shower
And each bravely doing as he wants
The skeleton goes and takes a shower
Then in the cinema laughing

Fathers on the wall bumped foreheads
Worked went to the enemy
And we live as homosexuals in the bath
Giggling and coughing slightly
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Still silent unawakened world
Vegasno watch Golden lions
And quietly over the empty heads
Laughs overturned idol.

And in the evening, the transparent blue
Shiny cough damp autumn
And cold washed foliage
In yellow puddles casts bright shadows
Ah youth, you can not forget
Oblique fire evening weather
And with nowhere to go and no one to love
Idleness and pity without the outcome

Acrobat lonely climbed up on the tower
Appraises the crowd that chews and silent
But the orchestra fell silent drum set
Voluptuous ladies clung to their husbands
And at the bottom laughing painted clown
On the back of the moon lavishing the rich
He for sure knew about the presence of God
Professional secret circus

And every time, and every time, and every
I see You and between You.
In hell, sea water - thirsty twice.
Ambiguous sharpness in the words.
But you are true, like a faithful watch.

Hammer fun tomorrow
the revolution
Not to be a lost call in the mist of centuries
Called a curse
In the logic of your charms
Black ladder of life

There is in this world a special chic
To show that You have no soul

The future is not far away, but inside of the present, and the first world in which it breaks, there's always the art.

Not to live and be saved, and to burn and disappear, well the flaming, illuminating his disappearance Golden sky.

Transparent wind clumsily echoed
To thy words. And here is the snow. Die.

Soul at the orphanage for the deaf
Was raised, but the defect cured;
She is saying goodbye to everyone he meets
Among the hospital buildings direct.
Harshly to an unfamiliar child
Mother turned black eyes
When sitting on a corner on a tram
They went with things at the station;
And how many times she has since wanted
Again, to numb or to become deaf again
When the fatal arrow flew
She too well understood words.
Or at least to enter the service
In this aforementioned shelter
So words are not to hear obscene friendship
And words of love are so talkative here.

On the island did not move house,
And the cold was sailing solemnly over the shaft.
It was winter. Doubting Thomas
The fingers held in her scarlet sunset.

Sunset left after playing glass
And suddenly became noticeably colder.

Oh, as cyclists, quickly
Under the window the days -
Only we both that the marks register
PFC chance outside alone.