Author of quotes: Vyacheslav Suhnev
How many frantic requests, oaths, spells, painful and joyful sighs heard in the century even a simple icon of a village house! How many tears sprinkled and revived her tree, how many kisses vysvetlilas its colours, how many souls it warmed, inspired and given vitality to live... If you stand in silence in front of the old icon, you begin to hear the sighs and entreaties, oaths and sobs. Flat eyes on the Holy face suddenly fill with light and gain volume.
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MegaMozg 22-07-2017 / 22:09
Landing the track had been laid,
as a sign of fate, almost at the roof.
Glass clinks from sound waves
trembling star, she can not escape...
Of course it is good that there is no war,
But why is it so grips the heart?
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 21:51
When, gorged on fame drunk,
in the feast silenced the bards and poets,
and I will ascend, like a late moon,
not visible in the glow of dawn.
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 21:48
To return, to yield, lilac snow cover,
poochie, to talk, to heat the oven in the morning
and a cooler grey, like a fortress, cut off
good light that does not believe good.
But nowhere to go from vulgar longing blame.
Longing - not Princess, not rod drown on the river.
One, they say, there is a folk remedy...
Yes, a lot l who healed it of boredom?
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 21:33
I'm not banging on open doors
and frost are not looking for the grass
but myself now believe less and less,
that to a certain faith will live.
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 21:09
My soul was saved at the cost of losing their homes.
I know the distance roads.
And I know the power of words.
Strange but sometimes finds the silence -
heavy printing suddenly stopped mouth...
Like old wine, twinkle someone's name.
All said for a long time.
And what others have said.
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 20:51
And we talk about the wisdom of Khayyam,
preventing volkogon with a sarcastic stanza.
A landscape plagued by bad weather,
Kalitva Treasury afflicted with crooks.
And we talk about the resilience of the people.
And sensitive keep quiet about something your.
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 20:33
Some travelers consider themselves real men just because they can do without the hot, to sleep on the bare ground and do not pay attention to the torn trousers. These are not real men are quitters, the asceticism which comes from laziness. I do not plead for something to haul camping toilet. For God's sake! But in the summer I'll take bug repellent, and spare socks, and soup concentrate, and a bowler hat, and a mug...
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 16:03
We sometimes forget to think - wean to think really, with the associations and Parallels, with a choice of solutions. Time does not tolerate slowness. We stopped building the idea of simple materials, the original, such as clay, stone, wood. The walls of our inference of large buildings go up faster, the welding leads are rude and unreliable joint.
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 15:12
Any journey is in itself an extraordinary circumstance, because of the way the person is deprived of the usual and led forward only unusual. No matter what, assume, for the hundredth time driving on the same road.
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 15:09
In the end, what someone else will, if you think about it? It is a conscious manifestation of the need. You're conscious of you personally. While others have long figured out...
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 15:06
Thirty-three for a man - good age: mistakes are done and start over it's not too late.
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 03:15
Wrinkles, of course, do not paint their faces, but they seal suffering, reflection, smiles, that is the stamp of life, of growing up. Erase wrinkles - and you will erase the face.
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 03:12
... In the morning, sipping tea, I stared at the soaring silhouette of the bell tower and felt a cringe and dissolve in the clear air of night chimeras as calm and peace, even briefly, enter the soul. It was calm with a hint of sage and the world, covered with the dried salt of tears - his own and others. But a different world, a different quiet from the normal person in our it is the normal time can not be.
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MegaMozg 26-06-2017 / 03:09
