Author of quotes: Rachel Baumvol

We have lost all of their friends.
They didn't call us and we do not go to visit.
Some far, others in the churchyard,
And still others became from life fiercely.

No more dressers of fashion.
Now nobody will understand.
But in my heart through the years
So much to say chest!
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Daughter-in-law, daughter and granddaughter
Kept it to your sewing.
The boxes glittered handles
Sparkled in the drawers of linen, -
And not synthetic plague,
A pure linen and canvas.
And, the sheets lifting,
There was something hiding on the bottom...
From there grandma used -
In her eyes, always sad -
With the mystery removed
Her patterned shawl.

In the morning I dreamed of the sea -
The sky and water,
Infinite, like sorrow,
That comes forever.
The sky, the sea the color of steel...
Just can not remember,
Was there a shore, and hardly
I was on the beach.

How expensive crumpled picture
I spread the past in mind.
Gently blow away the cobwebs,
And well, where I gaze no throw
Something is missing to me.
So bright and fresh sometimes
Strokes and paint departed days!
I can easily reach them.
They rush towards yourself.
But next to them the darkness still black.

I like the puppy sniffed life
It clung to her, then raced to meet her,
Not hearing it, was angry, shouting :
All you invent, leave me alone! -
And gradually began all wrong.
And the years the speed gained,
Freaked out, spun, flashed,
Decades sped away in the darkness.

How long were the days!
Then I went to short of the week
But the years hurry didn't
Full of events, they hesitated.
And differed from each other year
And vrezalsya in memory every month.
After all, nothing repeated twice,
Changing, moving forward.
It was so wonderful to know!

Before the terrible face of old age
I stand helpless as a child.
And the voice, scared and thin,
Pray for her: - don't hit me, don't hurt me!
She looks in the mirror, scary
And I hands, as if from a blow,
Trying to obscure the face. But Kara
Waiting for the inevitable. And what wine?..

Light on the parent table
With the years her legend grew.
I flew the moth
Circling around the parents.
They are not long, and I roll,
Touch hair by stealth,
For a moment a single is delayed
Above grizzled strands.
Shine glasses, strong tea
And spoons laid out.
On the cloth fall casually -
Parents are alarmed:
"Where moth winter
And whose is the breath?..
Where are we?! Our age of the earth
A memory..."

On earth, where there is always war,
Nights are not made for sleep.
Night heart - blood com -
The roads running barefoot
On the roads is speeding wheel.
Neither take a NAP nor to forget the dream.

I life in poems exchanged all his life.
But ask me, what is verse, what is the song?
Not lava, that may at the time be blind?
Ile potion that all the other foul potions more wonderful?

Through anguish and sadness in my heart grows.
Deep pain it finely grinds.
I long for that never comes...
Yes, life and fate I don't want that.

The fate I once asked a question,
What happened that even she couldn't
With happiness even a tiny bit to give me...
With that one skill, dexterity and agility,
Those happy fill! - "You can eat..."
And I... at Least a handful of good luck please.
Laughs, laughs the fate of my response:
- Who saw a happy fate? - They are not.
After all, those even those who have everything OK,
Don't know really about the luck of his!
- Ah, come on! Give me happiness - fate mean
And defiantly her right in the eye I look.
- And you're not happy... do Not be ashamed eh you?

To think only! I'm on the light
In the end appeared!
For the first time in milyardy
Extended to me mercy.
And now for the first time MNU grass
And drink the air for the first time
And you are my witnesses call
You also do live!

No more of them! To the grave went down...
I try not to whine, be a man.
Anniversaries of them, as stubble,
Days until my eyebrows had grown.
Their lack of evil void
My nights are riddled through and through.
In my memory they are all impacted,
And in my blood - their infusion.