Author of quotes: Elena Genrikhovna Guro. Page 1

And then, like a dog beaten,
cowardly trembling,
Went for the dim passers-by.
Was hungry.

Ran. Shoes wet.
Of the drainage water was flowing.
Drawn carriages with lanterns drove
By, by, by, Lord.
He, beloved, strong, he can do everything.
He just did not want to...
Leaned some dark,
Invited to drink tea, and promised:
- "Come on, Chicks starchy,
Entertain the evening!"

The city is big - sense-of UCI!

Strong, handsome, rich
To protect want,
Trembling, huddled in thin handkerchief.
Someone slipped past the humpback.

In the middle of the parlor table and on the bare pine Board is the bread and the knife.

Joy flies on the wings
And here is the spring,
Believe editor, poet;
Well, trouble!
It is better to believe sparrows
In unfrozen puddle.
The sky stripe
Already - already...
It is better to believe in miracles.
Or pretzels red and cheerful
Twigs in glass sky naked.
And that dries in the wind the ends of the canvas.
Moved down the ice with a crash.
Arguments broke out laughing.
Sparrows peep in the spring
Tilted eye. - High.

The Windows frost threw of delicate ice flowers rizki.

Lay the road aside,
It was not in her way.
No!
And was she very beautiful!
Yes, just for the fact...
Show affection to the ground this way,
So clung that soul was taken.
We loved this road
It is overgrown with grass.
Share, share, gelenochka!
Share you quiet, quiet my.
I in you you in me?
And you tortured me!

Melted the love in the cloud and shining appeal.

Field my Polifoniche,
What's the matter? Or fun?
- No, we silenced fun
Listen to the lark.
Field Polifoniche,
How soon grain ear?
- Before I wanted to - haven't nemastylis.
Field Polifoniche,
you fingers trace my touch?
- We deal your cherish, cherish,
and then, what we know is a treasure
know when rye ear.
Field Polifoniche,
You're the darling?
- We do not become friends,
and to know you soon mother to be
That is something you light prigotovilsja.

Surprised its purity and clarity, a stopped branch.

Swear one day, here the dreamers,
looking at the take-off,
looking at the rise of the high fir trees
in flight, the flight of distant ships,
looking as you want in the sky, peaked,
no one entrusting proud of purity
dream and swear eternal loyalty
the proud chivalry of madness
and to be true to your youth
and votive height.

Golden ray tangled in the twigs and remained for a long time. Not in a hurry to leave.

To light become lights
covered table in the apartments...
I whispered to the man in the long, and flat;
he pressed against the window, pausing,
and I heard suddenly the voice of his childhood promises
and fevers started when one night.
And when he returned home pale
propodi your day, crazy,
so the city kind of movement, sound, smell -
hurry coach with lights;
all houses multi-storey,
on burning the squares of the Windows,
went the evening performance:
the devil writhed in the sheets,
nodded fantastic palm trees,
mysterious cartoon -
worried Chinese shadow.