Author of quotes: Marianne Solomko. Page 1

Two happy hearts.

When we said goodbye to you.

What a joy it is to be and be proud of being Russian.

And there is no death either.

And the lips moan: Bread

Shine like a bright star!

Russia has a lot of God.

The world is smoking with karma.

And the Tatarva eats locusts.

If we are not God's, then whose?

Glory to the forest!

No swearing croaking mouths.

Holy, holy, holy!

Are heavy gardens
The last apples and pears,
Fell off a festive ruffle -
The leaves on the water surface.
A little Apple blush -
And feel it in the dumb thread
The handshake November,
And talk together about the wind
About rootlessness shower,
On the impossibility of excess.
And to hear that somewhere a bunch of pears
Alarming beating on the gate.