Author of quotes: Veronica M. Tushnov

So that for a little bit it says "thank you" ...

It's better if you let me
than I open the doors.
I'd rather you cheat on me,
than I won't believe you.
It's better if I'm mistaken
what you're mistaken in me.
Let better I will be at the bottom,
than you my fault.

I say goodbye to thee
in the last line.
True love,
maybe will meet you.
Let other, native,
that which is Paradise,
anyway, I implore:
remember! remember!
Remember me if
crunch morning ice,
if suddenly in the sky
an aircraft
if the vortex sakuraba
stifling clouds shroud,
if the dog is bored,
whined to the moon,
if red pack
swallow the ocean
if after midnight the shutters
zastuchat random,
if in the morning whitish
scream cocks
remember my tears,
lips, hands, poetry...
Don't try to forget,
away from the heart chasing,
do not try,
do not toil -
too much for me!

And the house is sad and quiet,
the creak of the counter and the rustle of books,
when you door knock,
ran up to the top without stopping.

I realized -
you didn't mean me harm,
you even had
honest somewhere
you just proved to be among
people are not coming out of the budget.
<...>
Forget me.
From memory erase.
Was not, and the cross put
at the same time!
But wounds heal from the inside out.
And I still go to the sea in summer.

Don't know - right there,
don't know - honest Lee,
don't remember the beginning,
not see the end.
I'm happy
there were no meetings under the clock,
that didn't kiss you
on the front porch.

We're not allowed to love.
All with thee is due,
I strictly forget
the fate of my ordered.
But I remember everything in spite of
love watch careless
and the meeting memorable number
my. Forever.

Let friends will forgive me for that
to see them not in a hurry.
Let friends don't harp on the mail
that I do not write letters.
Let's not complain that eager threads
I don't willingly ditch.
Cute, nice, understand this:
I'm in another galaxy to live!

Each person
is its own war.
Illness, emotional pain,
swinging with batter's fate,
with betrayed his love
he enters into mortal combat.

The heart is not heated,
it's not going well,
life is precious
in vain spent.

All have weaknesses minutes
such a disappointment hour
when the soul in us, getting colder though
and the memory of happiness is leaving us.

As happiness sudden - thaw that.
Spring breath of the earth is warmed.
Not the beginning of spring and the harbinger,
and not even the foreshadowing - hint
what will happen, next that time is not far distant.

I blame on destiny not entitled,
years kind to me...
If youth is the second
better than the first it twice.
Outspoken and wiser
be a shrewd and generous.

So it was, so shall it be in any test:
out of power in the eyes darkened
already the frenzy, the confusion, the throwing,
lead weight wrinkled body.
To fight so hard and give up so easily
to fall silent and without motion lying down...
They're not bottomless reserves of perseverance.
But then, then-then what?