Author of quotes: Boris Alekseevich Chichibabin

that everyone else is accustomed to and easy.

With Ukraine in the blood I live in the land of Ukraine,
and, even though are called Russian, because in Russian writing,
in the meadows of kindness that her poplars stored,
there is a place for my tent.

I fell to the ground with the unknown star
With dream star on a stone ground
Where, as I live, old do not accept
Neither the gravity of the mundane, neither friendship nor enmity.
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I mean, the star, the day of my birth,
A well without water and the oak tree without acorns?
This l I love the rough world of men,
As from childhood I love animals and plants?
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How can I live on earth, with nothing earthly not arguing?
Yes will my dreams childlike
And not betray ever the Christmas star,
Where I fell to the ground of evil and misery.

When I was happy
Where you and I lived,
Grew large willow
And stamped hedgehogs.
Coming up in the world of dawn
From my heart,
And was we and the sea -
And no one else.
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Change the Ghost of glory
All awards and crowns
On that Akutagawa
And the sea on three sides!

Of all the brutes I heart camel
He would need a rest - and again in a way, navotas.
In his humps morose vitality,
Century captivity they will pour in.
He drags the cargo, and the sad blue
It is from love rage yells
His patience nurture of the desert.
I'm all in it - from songs to hooves.
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I like him, my God is not indulged.
I grind the same food wise
And I got a flashing face,
Yes, a hot hump, but the Walker legs.

The poet - that little child.
He believes women and pines,
And verse, written in jest,
Like life, the sacred and the unconscious.
It rumbles like a prophet,
And then fooling around like a clown,
God knows why and for whom he
Will the future for the future.

I'm so tired. I didn't care.
To me all three hours of the day
comes a dream, and lingering a bit,
and sleep the death-wish of the universe.
Me the book of evil to read it anymore
and the book benefits all panelistes.
On mother's Death, take me out of fatigue,
fit series thin nakedness.
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One verse shall never fade,
Yes how many of them will remain, however.
I'm so tired! As a slave or a dog.
Get me out of fatigue, the mother's Death.