Author of quotes: Nikolay Mikhaylovich Rubtsov. Page 2

Well, okay! And good.

Tightens the leaves from all sides ...

I live in Leningrad
Twilight on the Neva.
I'm not stroking
No one on the head.
And in the workplace
And in his own corner
All stroked the wrong way
And I can't do it!
Let the grief I was drunk
I'm also a man!
Why not freak
I in the twenty-first century?!

Me the horse was found in the bushes.
And I flinched. But it was too late.
In any water lurking fear
In any barn, hay...
Why is she in the middle of nowhere
Appeared to me at such a time?
We were two living souls,
But unable to talk.
We were two different persons
Although he had two eyes.
We are terribly so, not until the end,
Looked at each other twice.
And I was in a hurry - I tell you -
It is only the thought of the household:
Which is better different creatures
In places disturbing -
not to meet!

I look at life
through the bottom of the glass.
Vodka is evil!
Maybe not evil?
Hard in the village without a revolver.
And with a revolver - too hard.

For all the good paid good,
For all the love paid love...

Harmful
wrong,
probably.
Nervous, I guess... Well, what?
I'm not sorry
But it's amazing
I probably do not wait!
Outside the window,
mysterious as the rumors
Go shadows, rustles of spring.
But the storm and something in this spirit
Still blowing twilight and dreams.
What will be will be!
If I find out,
I don't like - finds itself in the loop?
I often curse the earth,
Cursing, still love!
I'm permanently yours
at least not for long
Somehow it was close
And gentle to my hand with a tattoo
The one with the ring,
cool hand.

I forgot what love is,
And under the moon over the city of light
How do I solemnly words
That brood, when I think about it.

Knock - afford not ringing.
Turns on another - I have not.
If I were famous,
Then I will go to Yalta to rest...

Yeah, I'm gonna die!
And why not?
Even now revolver in the forehead!
...Maybe
The undertaker explanatory
Make me a good coffin.
And that me a good coffin then?
Bury me in any way!
Pathetic track my
Will be trampled
Shoes other vagrants.
And all will be,
As it was,
On the Ground, not all native...
It will be the same
Shine Shine
Spat on the globe!

And still wise:
Thunder fateful move,
So amazing
Bright morning
To come across as a message of light!

We blame
not entitled
The guilt for life.
Who is going,
he rules,
Go, so hang in there!

I'm a bit like a poet,
Weak as a philosopher.

You're very good you know.
I'll never lie.
For some reason, only hiding,
What love you can't.
Too much loved another,
Believed her too many days.
And when I kiss you,
Always remember about her...