Author of quotes: Elena Genrikhovna Guro. Page 3

How early do I have to sleep
because I'm sad.
I also think about those
who in the world of eccentrics,
who is mad at people,
pasisonate in the corners - the cold without affection,
weave inept life like wander
long way without heat.
Was looking at other people's flower beds,
where planted
rosy and lilawangsa flowers
your home.
But still, at least they road lead -
go aimlessly,
I'm the same and didn't.
I mortal kin surrounded.
Don't know who beat me.
I just weaken and Sabo here.
How early do I have to sleep
because I'm sad.

Pray for me - you
You open the sky.
You loved the little birds
And died tortured people.
Pray for me, you are allowed,
so forgive me.
You're not guilty
how guilty I am.
You can save me.
Pray for me.

Smiles sign lantern,
And livery horses.

Someone wandered without end, without end,
Danced and looked in the window,
And from there flashed to him the emptiness...
Ha, ha, ha, ' laughed the glass...
On the roof to spend the night,
But there is a place in the area!

Time passed - a minute remaining.
Bells, bells on the fool...
So they were filled!
The moon shone in the attic.
And the cat became agitated.

Above the roofs of empty wandering,
Alone seemed like a pipe...
Graceful month fool
Stretched lips.
Seen once a month in the hood,
And, Oh, how we laughed!
"Bells, bells on the fool!"

And laziness.
By noon became TEPLEN.
On the pond blazing moves
Leveling.
Diamond jump spark.
Just Sinitsa.
Buzzing horsefly.
Over the water
Rotinom laziness.

How high were baptized long stripes, tops -
You are a Royal.
Tell me what you're so totally exhausted by
Evening, the evening clear!
Flew to the top of the black peaks
Have Ismailis of heights in dreams,
Came heaven, heaven...
What do you mean, you isomil-izmayalsya
The night is clear?

Deep, deep blue.
The forest is full of heat.
And needles hung intoxicated
And little rings
from sleep.
Deep, deep needles.
Full of warmth,
And happiness,
And ecstasy,
And delight.

Lights flashed in the swamp
in poisonous hushed Tina.
Under the chapel dwarfs evil
shake beards...
And dance the barbed star
trembling light of the lamps...
Sound in the night autumn
spring flowers
from the immaculate coffin.

"Have mercy, have mercy, mother most pure", the mother of God.
"We pray for you your angel is white", our intercessor
"Elizabeth!" Hence, the power of the dark
"from the tomb of the immaculate". Candles four
"Holy Cross" and lilies - lilies,
"the prayers of the Christians!"

Dancing autumn leaves
when stars writhing shadows.
As the missing knight Henry,
rashoditsya the dark force
the souls of the infidel Saracens:
rocks bite teeth
gnash and howl.
"Angel in white Holy Lily,
you, the sinless Evening Sacrifice,
Rose Of Eden,
Elizabeth!"
Writhing shade,
unbaptized souls
clubs use a variety of methods, howl.

In the sky the spiky star
in the rock the light of the chapel.
Praying Tungsten
at the tomb of Elizabeth:
"Fragrant,
you at the throne of Mary, Jesus, the
you ask thou for them the Holy mother,
Elizabeth!"

In the hour of the tournament sparkle box.
Les copies exhausted,
Exactly a forest of masts victorious.
Banners are dancing in blue
Colorful smile.
All eyes were fixed forward
A hand in the excitement
Waving his handkerchief.
Unicorns rushed in blankets with big eyes
Lowered visor, snapped the spear, screaming
The arena dust red closed boxes.