Author of quotes: Vladimir L. Britanishsky

Those, who managed
To rejoice and to suffer,
After who had
Glory, and not the property...
Not bread-and-salt-fed -
Their wounds salted with salt.
But in tons of archival dust
The rebellion they drowned!
Passionate and stubborn,
Not shy, not humble,
Established a song and drama,
Erected towers and temples
On the waters of the Dnieper river and the Seine,
Adorned the vaults and walls
Florence and Siena...

The rain was just like a spider web:
Stuck silently to the hair,
Along the way, the birch sheltered -
The branches and leaves hung.
The fields and groves, not even close
Still not enough for all.
Distributed wind thin spray -
The Annex to the morning dew.
Rustled grass, sun-scorched,
Languages old
Squeaked grass angry
Thin joints.

That masked the prescription
Old habit, way of life,
Reveals only a range
And apart lives unfold.

Suddenly smelled the early spring,
Swept the song of the bird,
Like bath day today,
And it is time for us to become cleaner!
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The wind will throw the towel
The hair ruffle,
Will be swaddled like a baby
On hand will pick up.
With the sun wants to make friends
The body is light my -
Sun on shoulders,
Like clean underwear...