Author of quotes: Mikhail Semenovich Hungry

And the spindle creaks...

The five senses are my soldiers.

Love you to death. I love
The end can not see.
You push, and call me,
And hug again.
With you will sit together
From dawn to dusk.
Love to death, and then,
You can stake the... repeat!

Long since we formidable wall
Went to fight for peace and the honor of labor?
Again scare us with war...
What make that sound, gentlemen?
Do not you Russian bravery
Touted in the days when
The blood was sprinkled on the way to the Reichstag?..
Down cylinders, gentlemen!

Walked along the shore of detachment,
Distance walked,
It was under the red banner
The commander of the regiment.
The head is wrapped,
The blood on the sleeve,
The bloody trace is spreading
On the wet grass.