Author of quotes: Dmitry Mizgulin

Opened and the abyss, and water,
The world is drowning in darkness and haze.
Horrible this weather.
Probably not on earth.
Where not only numb,
And where not only piled up...
In this kind of weather makes a save
Of love forgotten warm.

The rain and snow the sky is crying,
The usual bustle of life.
Perceive things differently
In the days of lent.
Your way is the doubt sevugan,
Go through the darkness
You have no need
And you don't need anyone.
You on the whole white light
It is not necessary anything...
And only star
Only the wind
In the desert of your heart.

Spring. Recessie road.
Blackens the snow. Becomes cloudy distance.
My usual alarm
Back thawed out Feb.
Familiar heart ached
Irritates the bird's DIN.
And all of a sudden wanted
At the time to be there
Where surrounded snowstorm
By morning the drifts piled up.
Where you sleep Christmas trees,
The sloping branches to the ground.

Soon we will leave the sublunary world,
Then the legends become...
Anyway, the Goths or the Huns
Will these lands to settle in.
Bird will fly easily, carelessly,
Tingle in the brook forest water
Many things will remain forever,
Many will disappear forever.
Do not decide the fate of other centuries
Do not speculate about the future in anguish,
Look, as sagebrush steppe wind
Speaks Russian language.

Wealth, fame - all is vanity
Since the death of all the
Warm the soul with simplicity,
God.

Laughing and crying inappropriately,
When you enter in confusion
Fleeting feminine look,
Then Apple bloom.

Praise the prophet and leader,
Heed the murmur of speech,
But more rejoice in the rain
Flying towards.

Go, knocking the heart into the blood,
The fate of not cursing,
But happy that you found love.
Not the keys to heaven.

Go, knocking the heart into the blood,
The fate of not cursing,
But happy that you found love.
Not the keys to heaven.

In the era of falsehood and vanity,
On the eve of decline
Not lose would ease
As the main income.

Raced the July rains.
The reign of the rains.
Well, what to do, tell me
Since ringing Jul behind?

I'll disappear in the darkness
Hopeless night,
Not the barks of a dog.
And the moon is silent.
In the flickering of the capital,
In the rhythms of a gloomy day
Life goes on as usual
Is that - without me.
But not perish - though burst
Whether good, bad,
Unlucky songs
Travel poems.

And all the will of God:
And joy and sorrow.
And is the roads,
And the blue distance.
And meeting and separation,
And the thrill of the moth.
And above the river islocal
Cast cloud.

Still winter invisible burden,
Another heart Khmara and darkness
Even in February, newly-fallen snow
Hidden from the eyes of the dome,
Even the breath of a Blizzard
Stood in a dark forest,
But drops ringing drops
Already sparkle on weight.