Author of quotes: Ivan Myatlev

What are you, the branch is poor,
Where are you going?
Beware - angry
Sea... will be gone!
You really can't cope
With the stormy wave,
As the orphan bitter
With the cunning of a human.

Star, I'm sorry! it's time for me to sleep
But I sorry to part with thee,
With you I used to dream,
And now I'm living the dream.
And would that give me a restless sleep
Joy about vision?
No, more often he repeats
Day heart experience.

How fair, how fresh were the roses
In my garden! How the eyes deceive my!
As I prayed to spring frosts
Do not touch the cold hand!