Author of quotes: Dmitry Kolomenskiy. Page 2

Said "there is nothing more beautiful..." - and she lied
But still said, portrayed the intensity
Passions. So what?

In St. Petersburg? As always:
Above - water, below - water,
And between these waters
Interspersing days of the year
Is pedestrian.

Something precipitation became angrier and colder.
Something they have a lot of steel, tin, mercury, zinc.
I will look out the window into the prison waiting stage-day
Immediately slesari seems.

Staring at a candle, read a poem.
It was evening, cleaned from the husk.

It is not glorious sea, sacred Baikal -
It is the Avenue through which the horseman rode.
As always happens, just some dude
Shout at copper snout "already!"

Get up in the morning... No, not stand -
in the face of the clock beat.
"Ruff your copper! think. - Ruff..."
but I feel the gap
in sleepy wings and in the hole
since childhood, trumpeting and hornet in the morning:
"It is necessary! Get up! Sing!"
Need? - I get up. Breakfast? - chew.
Time to go? - go
in the eternal pounding, dead hubbub,
day in sticky oil.

Get up in the morning - daze and darkness
crooked hanging in the window.
This is not the world is going crazy -
the mind's cheating on me:
the brain is not included, thought sboyat,
life hissed in my ear your morning poison
and pulls out completely.

Hang out in the capital easy and enjoyable:
Circle of friends - birthmark like spots,
And again friends - native like speech,
Buffet table, almost immense,
The flickering of faces, eyes ache, but
So nice that pain can be ignored!

It was winter, like a wall
the locking sockets of Windows,
as painful times.
which no bottom or edge.

The world retreats as before the wave of water.
In the sky Lord, but he's looking not here:
Whether drown the whole world, whether save the light
Ironically, the difference, in fact not.

Frost retreival air,
Mertit not cold, and the
It's like driving nails
The nodes of established systems.
In spite of decrepit science
Everything raved about Democritus,
The world is falling apart to the sounds of:
The jingle and moan to a gasp and a squeak.

Fly years days
Everything is going to the final;
We remain alone,
In your own way a lot
Because of deliberate,
But very clear voice
Loneliness sounds
Nothing to worry.
Well, vtor him and you
In Celestine fuss.
Let the racket, let them look askance
Not let them watch anyway.
Time not given,
Don't worry about that.

Cold summer rainy year.
Colleagues, of course, blamed the weather,
Of course, the rain outside the window rattle,
Swallows drainage colourless water
And day comes out towards the sunrise -
Bloodless, izdelan, wrinkled.

Cold summer rainy year.
Colleagues, of course, blamed the weather,
Of course, the rain outside the window rattle,
Swallows drainage colourless water
And day comes out towards the sunrise -
Bloodless, izdelan, wrinkled.