Author of quotes: Elena Genrikhovna Guro. Page 4

A wreath of spring roses
Lying on pink lake.
Wreath transparent mountains
Behind the lake.
The plume touched the violets
Snow white pearl
Purple velvet meadow
Greens may.

Ring, ring, my autumn,
Link, my sun.
Took crane,
Long-legged freak
And linking, took, laughing:
You yourself now shelter yourself!
I want one answer for everything.
Ring, ring, my autumn,
Ring, ring, my autumn,
Link, my sun.

Ring, ring, my autumn,
Link, my sun.
I know why the heart Kanaloa -
But his death is not terrible -
Why sadness perekrestoks and walked away
And sorrow not sadness - a blue flower.
I forgive you so don't ask!
Make me cross - I will go.
Yes, I have nothing to forgive you:
Everything hurts, my dear,
Everything hurts on earth - my
blessed;
I sheltered in my heart all the earth,
And wants to answer for himself.

Asterisk
High.
She shines, she looks, she beckons,
Over the terrible forest
She came.
The terrible black forest,
The forest stands.
Says: - in my dark mark,
My dark sign do not enter!
From me there is no return -
Know!
The star was chased by the weirdo
Chasing...
Where to catch it
Not guessed...
Not caught -
And happy was -
For her,
For it is gone!

Failed just have fun:
've been alone too much.
It was painful, painfully out of place...
Cute dresses, not available...
Had to turn away and cry.
And the old woman was unkind:
And uncomfortable - I had to just leave.

White dresses flashed,
So slanting rays wanted happiness.
Haritonchik played for dancing.
Between the lip,
If dyed, the meadow was green!
Invited: you can have fun.
To dance she didn't know how
And afraid to be funny, to stumble.
You can sit down to the edge, -
Where were the good old lady.
Because it would be fun:
View ' an evening - a wonderful evening
Such fun friends!
"Sonia!" So just one another "Mary!" "Olga!".
Among themselves about something whispered -
And all ran away together somewhere!

Invited! Finally asked.
Linden shades - a dacha...
Recovering a calico skirt.

Rain, rain,
Will prosomat will prosomat.
Rain - the rain, the wind, the wind
Speak, speak, speak -
Bubbling.

Summer melting in the shade
I'm watching vision
their green nods,
mask and movement
lying in the happiness of the Sunny season.

Swung the nose of the great lady;
into a horse fighting
Tenorio-green...
And now has become a drunk mug.
Expanded, expanded,
and the wreath was formed;
and leaves drip
sky bright lakes,
sky light circles:
lake in the wreath rocks...
This boredom is never
like the wind, not the end.
Twisted, poured,
no need to push, bend,
develop, the sky poured.

The strands on the birch develops, curly,
juicy fresh laugh.
Strands of lit coins tremble;
and shadows move in the dark created:
is a shadow imps on foliage patterns.
Will hide, look out of their faces,
hide in burrows.

And dance a quadrille kitten
In holey stocking
And furry monkey
Swinging in a hammock.
And you'll see blue stars
Happy tangerine
And laugh sequins gold
Under the strumming of the mandolin.

With icicles sparkle
And snowflakes dust...
And harmanecka plays
Merry quadrille.
Oh, her headbands
Wiped a little bit!
All get under the Christmas tree:
Brief night time;
Columbine, harlequin and monkey
Jump through the lace.
High Shine stars
Gold paper
And fight two clown,
Crossed swords.
Harlequin sings a song:
- Far, far away over the sea
Round and blue
Neut oranges
Under the Golden month.
Walnuts
Silver hanging;
Sowosky lanterns
The branches are sitting.

So, in the famous city of Wartburg,
the most glorious singer of Saxony -
sings, the joy of the ladies and knights,
Walter von Vogelweide.