Author of quotes: Georgy Ivanovich Chulkov

And the ships are sailing in the azure.

Reflection of old times.

In the dead midnight of being.

Let's get rid of the darkness of boredom in a moment.

As Russian saints reproach.

Like a storm of dark wings flapping!

And I only see you in my dreams.

What a silence! And birds
And people - all is silent around!
Only stars shaggy eyelashes...
And smell the roses... And the two of us.
And the more painful the memory
About vain and sinful days,
Vlasta strange desire
On uncharted paths.
And it seems that the evil flour -
All this nonsense, and this hell,
Your tiny hands
A touch will heal.

What in the silence!
The land stretched out asleep.
Tired of Sunny Gula,
From the hop tart wine.
And I took a NAP, forgetting that rage
The rebellious passions has not passed.
That is not to untangle me node
Tied me in old age.

The soul is flawed, as the night is blind!
At the fading footsteps guide,
You, poor, wander, exhausted,
In anticipation of mysterious grief.