Author of quotes: Elena Genrikhovna Guro. Page 2

It was morning, because of the stone walls
gamma drops fall in rainy fog.
Heavy, Petersburg, darkened plants
from the street behind dusty glass.
Think about the stars, think!
And don't be afraid of the madness of radiant lamps,
dream of fever eyes and brain,
about the nervous fingers of the musician before the concert;
believe in lonely Windows,
lit over the city of night
in their vocation...
In vigil, alarmed by an electric spark!
Think about the possible close of the phenomenon,
the fever scenes.

Tabletsa may the laughter of birch trees.

And sorry sorrow, submissive heaven.
Choke choke submissive
Lamb of grief - willow,
Little dawn of Cernavoda.
You pull it straight love
His simple-minded love is like a thread,
And that goes in depth?
Loyalty
And its towers reach into the depths of the lakes.
Isn't it? Love it.

From thawed snow, cool black fin boats.

He is trusting, -
Don't Wake up.
Towers far away.
Towers high.
His gentle lake.
His forehead is clean -
It is the spring.
Fell from the branches of a bird -
And let rushes,
Pray, pray, -
Went up and fly!
Was high and fell compliant
Tower!

Dry metal noise of the trees.

In the morning the air white, vague shrinking from the cold.

Pressure fingers cold iron tongs.

Icicles hung from the roofs as the icy curly mane.

Painted yellow bulls. Smoky, dusty.

Nora, my Snow white,
Nora, my snow flower,
My cloud sheep.
Oh, snow Queen,
Cloud fleece,
Delicate feather,
You, mountain Edelweiss,
Nora, my shimmering wave,
Nora, my sweet-shimmering dream!
... Ah, strict Queen, don't kill me
Not presidi me to death!
My snow cloud
My snow tale
Edelweiss from the mountain,
A lot cuter than you!

But in the autumn morning, the hour meekly pale,
Let them know life someone,
How once there lived a poor knight
A clear morning and went to bed.
Was obuchalsya in the autumn hour,
Sleeping with a good, clean brow
A little funny, now slender -
And do not regret it.

- Eduard Ivanovich!
The Manager was not.
The Germans searched the farm laborers.
Lydia fled to new balcony
And mother: "Where is he?"
So nothing happened to keep up
The sheepfold, buildings to explore.
"Where did he go?!"
Mom's tail chip was hooked.
Lydia with Mary the face in the door
Laughed at the mother - fear.
And in an oblique beam ogneville chips
And Bush alder.
Night was falling, the frogs croaked
away, away.
- Eduard Ivanovich!
The Germans did not go.
Spring flower bloomed.

Sitting on a clean stump
He the flute sang.
From resin to protect themselves failed.
- I brought you soul, o wild land,
Oh, wild land.
One last flower bloomed.
And juicy was grass,
As resin accumulates on the delicate clod of earth.
It was getting dark. Frogs croaked
From a puddle near.
More spring flower bloomed.