Author of quotes: Veronica M. Tushnov. Page 1

It happens that feelings, like foliage,
Fell asleep,stifling dust,
And I love not believing I live
And crying from frustration.
But the barrel quietly going up,
Clings to the branches of the juices of the tree.
And it's a pretty one rain,
So that leaves rose.

Meet pine. There is no end of it...
Day brighter, higher, hot,
but coniferous shelter impervious
for shower of sunlight.
Only here and there in the darkness embedded
like the gold piece.
And from the branches the sun drops
dripping in pink sand.

The memory of the heart! The memory of the heart!
No road you roam, -
beam wandering in the fog,
in the ocean of darkness.
Is it possible to know in advance,
that will love you,
the memory of the heart, the memory of the heart,
in human destiny?

Yes, you are my dream. Are you an invention of mine.
Why did you come hourly,
look in my eyes and torture me,
like I'm over the invention of power?
I have forgotten all your words,
your features and years of waiting.
Forgot all. And still alive
the heat, which has no name.
It is, as the heat of the sonorous jet
lives in me. And how can I be going after strange?
After all, if you and an invention of mine
my love is not invented by me.

Another rustle, and whisper ringing drops
with foliage rolling in the fragrant grass.
And every sound in the silence of the garden, impregnated,
as a grain of stars in the night blue
In front of the window of the bitter bird cherry thickets,
it's like we fell down the clouds.
At this world flourishing and ringing
I can't watch from afar.

How many days could not sleep, not ELOS,
Do not cry for me, not sung,
Not work, not walk, -
Everything in his heart understood.
Distributed that was good
It doesn't need to dump thrown
Swept his soul clean
Real loneliness.
Wide open Windows, fresh chest...

Much happiness and much sorrow in the world
and the sunrises beautiful
and the nights are deaf...
Illegal love
illegitimate children
in sin they were born -
these verses.
As it happens, and I have no regrets,
spend, spend without restraint down his...
To me they are all born once sweeter
because I each recognize you.

From the light touching the light.
On the sidewalk - leaves a pile.
Left, right, childhood
the need to believe in a miracle.
Your road is far,
inexorable distance,
and I am against the intellect,
everyone is waiting for random visits.
Black depth gate
Hugs and cold shoulders.
I think : who here is waiting
ever wait for the meeting.

What misfortune happened to me - I lived my life without you.

How much you can lose
Your lips, light brown hair
Caress your soul...
As I'm tired!

Standing between us
Not really -
Bitter grief,
Heart someone else's...

And I know more often,
That stolen happiness - the same happiness,
As the Sitnik stolen - the same bread,
The life-saving disadvantaged.
Maybe even much sweeter.
Believe me, this is not in defense of theft,
But I'm just convinced that the fed
No idea how much Sitno...

What I refused you tell?
You asked to kiss - kissed.
You lie asked, -
As I remember, and the lie
Never I refused.
Always been such as like:
Wanted - laughed
And wanted - silent...
But mental flexibility is the limit,
And there is an end to every beginning.
Me one of all sins, blaming,
Discussed
And all deliberation soberly,
I wish you, that was not me...
Don't worry - I'm already gone.

With you I am the most loyal,
With you I'm the best,
With you I'm the kind
The Almighty.
Generous prophecy
Tell me
Happiness ends!
And to me they do not want to believe,
I listen to them I do not want,
Well, all of them!
Nothing will end
So sometimes it happens!