Author of quotes: Valery Shamshurin

The wind from the Volga, wild wind
Bay us in the face, violently beat,
To not know peace in the world
Where no measures of anxiety and sorrow.
To empty dreams flew away
Not to live, not love perhaps,
To open all far away
From its origins to the mouths through.
Lest we think long,
Choosing between good and evil,
To boil oars Volga
And courage possessed the pen.

And again, the holidays rain,
And endless parades of clouds,
And asphalt areas
Raging Listopad.

Teeming with rain on the pavement,
Like sparks on metal.
Again, autumn, your yard coin
Mint a new coin.
About how you are now generous!
Medals scattered maples.
And I hear the roof until morning
Rain silver bells.

Anyone's part not to keep warm
And not to be comforted quite.

All that was, it became a shadow,
But loved forever.
I'm attracted to solitude -
In irrevocable years.
They, of course, cuter
What new life is vanity...

Hut.
Birch's doorstep.
The fence.
Wicket.
Poplar.
Lorry,
that rushes Pyle.
And endless road.
And the vast earth.

Colonel, a bunch of old letters
Do not remove from table.
Colonel, you rest written,
Forget past cases.
Why all night you say
Me about lethal fights
Why do you reopen the soul
In the days of their end-of-summer?..

Like ghosts, pale,
We was attached - not shouting
Children of terrible war,
Children of anger and sadness.