Author of quotes: Jurgis, Baltrusaitis

And each is in the heart of sleepy
Freedom, became a slave,
An accident, become law,
Lots of blind whim...

While the child knows not of speech,
It doesn't say and lies -
You're an adult, the hour of worldly meetings
A bit of tongue hold...

Breathing midnight shadow creepy...
The darkness in the window, and into the heart of darkness...
Sweetness - a small moment...
The bitterness of a long winter...
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But over the years gradually
Melt secret circles
And to the last threshold
Footsteps approaching...
I heard the sound of liberation
In combat slow hours
And shifts the running moments
Unsolved HASP...
The hour, and tremble loops,
The door deaf will tremble,
And find out if the darkness, the light there
Death is guarding the exit!

In terms of being harsh
Night follows day
Il cold outside the fire
So the hours dumb follows the word...

Spring does not remember a rainy autumn...
Noise again cheerful wave,
From hill to hill usaga hurriedly,
In statutoy pins all illuminated...
Here is a sheet weave, there is driving of the grain
Fun stem... Call, talkative,
In fields, forests spread it...
Spring knows autumn rainy...

Flowing, flowing grains of sand,
In favor of the Genesis
Christenings and wakes
Weaving in your thread...
Resistant running their gray,
One that light, that darkness -
Fate for the bitter action
A stream of them poured...
And in the alternation of day and night,
Gliding, can't thread
Nor make the pain shorter
No sweet moment to extend...

Living, fearlessness live
And remember in the hour of fear:
Life faint-hearted in love
Prepares the worst of executions.

Winds the dusty road
Across the plains, hills, -
Where day seized with anxiety,
Where the evening devoted to dreams...
Then zmeitsya the dark woods
In the echoing, quiet slumbering, -
Then under the stone canopy
The mountain in gloomy silence...
Then, on will breaking,
Where the vast expanse of the earth,
Running, twisting,
Grey everywhere, in the dust...

How hard it is to make - nelzhivoy,
To at least not deceive ourselves -
Than our heart secretly alive
About, yearning, crying, breast...

Among men, I among others...
I am in this world not up to them,
How, in the struggle and the hustle of the day
There is no life care about me...