Author of quotes: Nikolai Otsup Avdievich

Perhaps now you will melt like a cloud ...

The country stretched out the window.

Bloom visions - want you soul,
When you are silent, shining breathing
Vision Shine through the gentle haze of the weak,
And often in the rain and the wind fades amid the marshes
With greedy eyes, opened wide mouth,
My soul sits a brown toad.

Woke up on the fragrant hay...
For three days I don't remember anything
About the city and about the era of our
Which will seem, perhaps,
Historian enthusiastic era
Great crimes and heroics.
I'm all in the power of new abany,
Open me slow motion
Plowing dung beetle.