Author of quotes: Veronica M. Tushnov. Page 2

Why not millions? Why not without one?

How often from ourselves, we hide the truth,
they say so and so, I don't know what they are doing...
And here you are pretending to be blind,
to answer in the guide.
Well, okay, friend,
thank you for the trust,
in a way not cast
in the swamp don't make...
But more closely meshed trees,
and that's too soon night, as trouble.
I'm telling the whole story, do not dare
to admit that izmayalsya in the way.
And if the two of us
this weight, -
how much easier it would be to go.

And you come when dark
when the glass hit the Blizzard,
when remember how long
didn't we warm each other.
And so want of warmth,
not loved once,
what to wait, can not you
three people at the machine.

We teach children from the flu to escape,
street, learn to go,
so as not to touch
like easy to learn
love.
(Seemingly, this is easy!)
But I'm talking about love the real one
when the life
given without words
for the Fatherland,
for a woman,
for a dream...
To people
century growth was
so we must grow them
to childhood
all that they loved,
would love
more themselves!

Good that years
changeable as the river.
New twists
new shores.

But I'm still the same, the same as that used to...
Will be war and the end of winter.
And if I didn't know it,
would have long night drove me mad.

For this you can give everything,
and before I believe in it,
what can't wait
all day without leaving your door.

Completely cutting off the path to me,
not to see and not to write
you'll be sorry, you know,
will elbow myself to bite.
Not to see...
But you'll see.
Look - the stare.
You Blizzard at midnight, out,
and from memory won't go away.
- Clasp would have two hands,
carry it over the sea!
Why is it like this?
Why is she not mine?
Snow flying over the earth some frozen,
the snow is crisp and dry...
But it would be happiness, were, -
was Smith wrong.

Love? Don't know, maybe not...
Love has many signs,
And I tell you one thing you can -
You memory is learned by heart,
You know, I'm afraid...
I should not escape, to escape want,
You're the heat, breath and light.
I want to cuddle up to your shoulder..
Love? I don't know... maybe not.

Used everything: happiness and sorrow,
and long talk together.
But we about the most important silent
and maybe not thought about it.
We shared the troubles of the days of the over -
first stream, then, you see, river...
But how long was the feeling:
not forever, just until...
Long gone, sailed distant shore,
and there you, and the shower light went out,
and the only one I still don't believe
that life is forever separated us.

As you're probably rich
anything you don't.

Do You know what grief is?
To cross it is like the sea,
his move is like a desert
and spoken words are empty,

Don't be afraid of words -
beautiful, idle,
short-lived as flowers.
The human heart, so they are happy
the world is so quiet without them deserted...
And don't them in a higher truth
for the short time flowering them?

Whether good or not -
that was utter nonsense.
Love so love
without reservation.