Author of quotes: Natalia Perevezentseva. Page 1

Thank you August, thank you
for apples in other people's gardens,
because who would, with whoever -
he returns here
where someone else's campfire Smoking,
and the voice of a strange bird
sounds hysterical and anxious
as if it is still possible.
I also remember a late dinner
and a quick look for someone else's husband.
I don't know what, but maybe
have something to solve.
It's August.
Nothing will come of it.
Know you too I know...

The soul is a stranger can live
as it so desires.
His soul to let go
can freely.

The soul is a stranger can live
as it so desires.
His soul to let go
can freely.

Wound up in the male species
amazing speed:
one love to another go,
so about the first to speak.

You didn't betray the woman - House.
There is a lamp dimly burning,
there was a conversation at the table
and the night quietly flying
with laughter and white wine,
with numerous cups of tea.
With love? Didn't know about
and now - I don't know.
I know that will affect the heat
soul neighboring, and again
believe... But will the House
another?

How grow back after cutting the hair,
look in the mirror again shock
so return the love and smarmy voice
again, I welcomed it.
What shelaputina, the oncoming namayavshis,
again came to warm myself at your fire?..
This road I have walked,
a haircut I've worn.
I'm sorry.

Still snow in the corners of yards,
life is still a lie, but it is already in the works.
Rake the clods of frozen words
takes shame, drives away fear.

Still snow in the corners of yards,
life is still a lie, but it is already in the works.
Rake the clods of frozen words
takes shame, drives away fear.

It's time to learn to leave until later.
Although no longer a twenty, but still the stars
hitherto was gracious... Today the wind
the morning rose, hinting - forget about summer.
Thankful for mercy, for all that smoldering,
and flashed, flaring up, but burnt out.

And the winter will pass and spring will come,
and the swallow will come down from heaven, far away.
You called it, was not invited - it's her turn
her right - and we gave it to him.
The right cloud - not just rain pouring,
the right of Apple - blossom pink and white Paradise.
The human right - to love or not to love
but he is not a bird, not a cloud: he chooses.

The tin theater is booming,
fate hangs by a thread,
waiting for "God from the machine".
But Zeus is not in a hurry
to leave the plane of heaven
and we are to show the wonders of
at least a quarter of the half.
Do you think it will rain,
you will understand, and you'll understand
all men will become brothers.
Yes, it's going to rain - and the court,
you will certainly understand
and finally take
in an iron embrace.
To get the water to the mountain
still got half the pores,
I have not measured.

... I'm in the apartment small
glide in a dream, silently and invisibly
listen to the breath of a child
and will hold a disembodied hand
in the plaid shirt on the floor
without disturbing the two that merged
on the moonlit couch double
... will you call me tomorrow and tell me
that late was sitting in the library
... and I have short breath
it again is not enough for "goodbye."

Nature says: leisurely clouds,
and the tree with dignity nod.
Nature says: don't need a lawyer
damp autumn, the storm in early may.
Nature speaks: art and lies
neither the appearance of the flower or the bird's roll.
Go for it, and tell myself:
someone like you from someone different.

Nature says: leisurely clouds,
and the tree with dignity nod.
Nature says: don't need a lawyer
damp autumn, the storm in early may.
Nature speaks: art and lies
neither the appearance of the flower or the bird's roll.
Go for it, and tell myself:
someone like you from someone different.