Author of quotes: Vladimir Nikolaevich Kornilov

Stupid great days,
And barren, and entirely hopeless:
They choose to make
That it is impossible to accept.

Holidays Saturday,
Yes Sundays
And bulk freedom,
And more than chatter.

And threatening utter yoke,
In the capitals and in the corners
Suppresses criminal roar
Not coming, and am a ham.
He persistently and wider
All slaves and all masters.
Praising him, deserved
And his coming, and litter.

Rotted clean off shoring-piles,
And in anticipation of the funeral
Begging for collapse
This is the best of times.
Costero his might,
But spit on him in print:
Say and write what you want,
No one to listen to and read.

And though the skies not blue,
But the space and air much
Because some believe more
Late autumn in the Lord God.
In late autumn, the sickness and fatigue,
And sunrises like midnight, sulfur...
Late autumn is hardly left
Anything, except death and faith.

One who loves poetry
They will not give the abyss,
And even knock off sins
Not all, so at least part of the...
Poems are unable to graze,
Judge and head whip,
But the soul can save
And conscience can be preserved.

Thought, all the matter in the system,
I changed the system.
And become poorer three times
And angrier, of course.
Thought, it's all about purpose
And even changed the goal
She was, hitherto
For tridevjatoe lands.
Thought, all the matter in the media,
When reached means
Added everywhere
Fraud and atrocities.
Change the flea
And property rights
And it was necessary
Yourself to change first.

Pine trees obstruct the light,
And it gets dark at eight...
However, I have no complaints
Not one of the pine trees.
In the twilight of the trees beauty
Even stately,
I don't even open height,
And began it.
Sun, I do not see will not see
Even the azure sky.
And though the summer by the calendar,
In the picture the autumn.

If action without a purpose
And a shit Director
To fall down on stage
Courage, not shame.