Author of quotes: Natalia Filimonova

Collected letters and lines
our meetings.
All repeat: wait a bit,
time heals all wounds.
Time heals the pain of others
almost instantly.
Knowing exactly who subcutaneously
and intravenously.

Weakened by thoughts and eternal problems
From silent voices, of all kinds of dilemmas
Learned not to hear fire sirens
And not see change.

Losing patience, youth, conscience,
Write an unknown time story,
Speculated in worldly unrest
In hours, amplitude, notebooks, notebooks.

Why trust,
If you're lying, murder, and revenge?
In the dark back
Where no waiting for?
Why smile
Someone that you not happy?
Excitedly explain
If you know that you do not understand?

So little left,
So much like to.
The world wandered about,
Of life is spun.

Torn strings the subtle nerves:
Temperature extremes...
I will reveal a secret: you're not the first
Whose words were bitter medicines.

We are Islands in a world of vast waters,
No matter how shout, everywhere water and salt.
Our hearts are stung, the pain...
Our eyes won't see the sunrise...

Just don't
To teach my heart to infidelity -
I will never forgive razljubish for an hour.

You don't call.
You're used to unexpected encounters,
Somewhere
In the dark subways of large cities.
Know this even becomes easier:
In us flame is reflected a farewell bonfire.

Just realized - the autumn came:
Cold nights and weary faces.
Every morning I fall in eight,
Hear the tram whistle instead of singing birds.

Day - cold, weeks heat.
Down in the South, blooming peonies,
And we have - boots, hoods
And a spoiled weekend.
Days together, weeks apart.
Quietly flowing tears,
On paper fall prose,
If so they wilt.

Fate not to measure rotations:
Hundreds of plans swirling in my head.
And like a bird waiting for flight
You run out of town on the Neva.

Woe to drink a smile with face.
The mountain knows who to turn up.
The mountain, the Tomboy,
Only myself to match.
Can not forgive the debts,
Not crying and not grunting,
But squeezes his fists
And the pain is silent... silent...
Mountain crazy people
Makes you forget family.
Mountain creaking the door hinge
Takes a punch in the stomach,
Fatigue falls down,
From the impulse goes up.
Sorrow - the echoes of screaming birds,
Sorrow - of desperate laughter.

So we meet apart:
You're here, I'm there.
To touch each other in passing,
To disperse to their cities.
Will: you're up, I'm down...
In airplanes, taxis, subway...
There was a time when torn
We are to each other. Now is not that.
So we read his life,
Hugging, kissing between the lines...
Like the folds of the bridges divorced:
I'm on West and you on East.