Author of quotes: Mr Vazhdaev

The division is in full swing. Multiply offices
On clearance, sale, purchase,
No stone will not add, nor the boards in the fence,
But others show the barrel.

In the flickering human
Maybe the experience of social,
Can itching manic
Find, them pulled.

Made all the more transparent given.
Poplar grove naked.
The world is clearer, and the clearer we become eh
With leafless foliage in the legs?
Looking for a desert area, fainter
With the pitiful remnants of the alleys,
So no one saw, not overheard
A secret way of sorrows and afflictions.

Let the print on all bags
Cold life, cold morning.
The thing is, as you wrapped
Heat your heart and ice.

The cold life. Clouds
Even those have become more severe,
Color become indifferent
Float to us from afar.

When he frowned the spring,
And for some sin
Scattered snow Satan
His satanic laughter
Then not one color shone
Everywhere on the bushes,
And the white icy grin
Mockery on his lips.

Neither the bitterness nor the sweetness
We drink don't have to the bottom.
Forgive my weakness
For what a heart she.

The bliss of peace
Not everyone had a destiny.
All though horses
Call desires the limit.

No wonder teaches and not to gasp
June came from all the snow
Free where color, sound, and smell
The peaceful and lazy clouds.
Came as inevitable, though again
We doubted: would come eh?
Familiar and habitual, it is still the,
Us stares at us looking for another...

The scythe in his hands or a hoe?
For a start, let the pumpkin
Signature slightly.
And between the beds of people
And executed with the kind of judges
A nasty bug.

In the past, at a little past
Which is now unattainable
You see now, eyes too old
Watery, as from smoke.

With bushes, with bare trees,
That does not prevent us from seeing through everything,
Earth pitch obviously ancient,
Pliable gravity wheels.

In my poor world - not because so bright
The winning beam? - suddenly you walked in
So I got to know you, destiny gift,
Through the thick dull glass.
Event, not a dream
Someone who is spoiled by the tinsel -
The warm light that was falling through my lashes
And vanished like the sun behind the mountain.

Suddenly to comprehend all the cruelty that prevails
In this world of sadness and calculation
And who are we to one another, facing
And want something.