Author of quotes: Nikolai Dorizo

Why you're not met
Young,
Gentle,
In those years my distant
In those years
Spring?
Head
Was white,
What's wrong with her
I do?
Why do you I was found
Only now!

So many Golden lights
On the streets of Saratov.
So many single guys,
I love married.
Oh, before he started a family!..
Sad story!
I hide my love from myself,
And from him - even more.
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I don't have to see -
I'm afraid he'll like.
With love alone I one,
And we can't handle!

On the highway,
At the intersection,
Already I do not need to rush
To live without love,
Maybe just
But how in the world to live without love?

Hide from all
your sorrows,
People
not dark night.
Hide from all of them.
But first
From myself
hide.

Did not write poems
And don't write,
I use them as air,
Breathe.
Them I like myself
Belong.
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The woman of his admiration,
Before dawn
A shiver of longing for her.
How to call
work
Tell me
This state of mind?

My love
The mystery of the century
As still
The channels of the Martians,
Found the flute
Man,
Who lived
to the ancient Egyptians.
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I miss so much
you
Apart.
And this strange longing,
As gene,
As a new area of science,
Which
no
the names of yet.

I live
On the eve of something -
On the eve of the line
On the eve of the flight,
On the eve of love
On the eve of good luck -
Here I Wake up
And in the morning everything will be different.

Love to beg - naive,
What trouble is doomed.
Love, it is the reciprocity,
But, what rare it is!

You remember these lines...
It was like this:
The white light
Lived a man,
Somehow I was called,
Very often fond of,
Too often mistaken
He is short for his age.
He slept on my bed,
He wore my dress,
And he smoked my tobacco.
He had fun inappropriately.
And sad, quite inappropriately.
Lived not,
Loved not,
He was weak,
And I'm stronger.
Stingy he was
And I'm more generous
Rough he was,
And I gentle.
There is no such in this fire
If he had never met you,
So, it was not used in the world
The real me.

Love always ends in separation
After all, someone has to die first.
And if humans were meant to part, -
To leave may be easier than staying.

You know, my love,
No such traits,
Where the end I
Start where you are.

When you're not around,
Aching void,
So sore, like a hand
That knife taken away.

Oh, how we often think in the shower
We, men, dominated, solved.
No! Only those women we choose
We chose already.

Every jealousy, by God, there's a reason
And there is one unwritten law:
When you do not believe the woman man,
He does not believe them himself, he does not believe.