Author of quotes: Nina Sorotokina

I would have come to you sooner, but I delayed the bravery of your soldiers.

When I go for spring Petersburg, inhaling the scent of grass and blooming trees, when I look in the water channels of the corrugated reflection of spires and domes, see cascading water in the grill and skiffs near the Summer garden, I was visibly and clearly surrounds the XVIII century.

Completely happy fools, and for a brief moment - the lovers. The smart person might not consist of solid, floating jamb happiness, because it consists of short successes, small and sometimes big trouble, inevitable offense, a good but bad mood, crappy weather, huddling boots, a permanent lack of money and other nonsense, the only question is - whether these are embroidered, in figurative language, elements of existence and white or black background.

As they say, love, fire and coughing from people not hide.

We must learn to wait. The ancients said that is the most difficult thing in the world.

Nothing hunger for justice as untainted democracy Russian heart!

Russia is so good that we did not, but everything is possible...

- Listen, friend, and the horses good swimmers? - shouted Sasha.
- The horses are all doing well, they are not people.

Nothing in the world more permanent than the temporary troubles.

Other women paint more grief than joy. Is this not a paradox?

It's amazing how changing the appearance of the rooms with the disappearance of the owner. If he went away for a while, it seems: furniture, curtains, candlesticks, fire-irons, and so its just waiting but if the owner had a little mishap, things seemed to die. They immediately covered by the web of despair and uselessness. A sheet of paper on the table - he's already dead if he knew that it had nothing to write, thrown on the sofa, the glove still retains the remembrance balled into a fist the hand of the master, but it is clear to everyone - it has served its purpose, all these chairs will be pulled apart and about other fabric, and standing on the edge of the shelf the vase is ready for the suicide, that's about to crash down and turn into a pile of shards. And only books are kind of indifferent. They have no masters, they belong to everyone and anyone, and even if temporary their owner, vanity graced the cover with his bookplate, is in an instant, books will survive it, no matter how long his journey on earth.

No matter what age nor fulfilled your dream, is always happy.