Author of quotes: Marina Boroditskaya

Saying that I also
In my head, they say, porridge.
It's true, I ALSO
More and more I am His,
And less your.

Homesick - but fun, damn it! -
as she once proclaimed.
To yearn to be fun, even die,
and ageing beautifully.
Need the back to hold and pull the socks
Polonaise easy vpliva in old age,
even if hammering from inside the head
not the wisdom coming to light, and rage.
To sing with a smile and a pirouette,
nice to get away and reckless
that all children in our advancing trail
know, it's not difficult.
It does not hurt.
Not scary.

Worse than death -
know about it in advance.
Painful pain
to know it in advance.
To beg for mercy,
knowing: do not blow over.
Hug and think:
three will not sing...

Internet
it's just a big boarding school:
in this live lonely children
live gifted children
and very innocent children.
And still live in it
bloodthirsty,
ruthless,
angry, dangerous children
which is better to live
on another planet.
But they live
with us
in a large boarding school,
and from them, like an echo, posted:
- Here you are! Here you are!
Choke! Explode!
Ubeytes!
Die, bitches! -
and other similar sounds.
We would cut them the light
but I'm afraid of darkness.
We would call adult,
but the adults that we are.

Not comforting carrot, not a whip
don't cheer men, bitter wine.
Riding the subway some twenty minutes,
includes - light, go out after dark.
It drained the life, Stripping the bottom,
will soon ripen in the clouds slow snow.
Time to wrap myself in a blanket and watch a movie:
in spite of century - from the inside of their own eyelids.

When in the bus ride,
And window blinds frost,
Feel like going
By solid birch,
Past silver trees,
Prozvanivaya as tin...
And it seems the journey is long,
And what is there in the end - God knows.