Author of quotes: Vladimir Semkov

What was sure in the morning
In the evening dissuaded.
Grew up proud in the forest, but the axe
Once bowed low.
Recently here somewhere
Birch shook his head.
But I'm there tomorrow
Try again - all over again.

Road signs -
All accurately and clearly:
Where, where need
And where it is safe.
But this way,
That life is called
Pretty cool
And fancy curls.
Where to turn,
So far?
However
Not to be seen anywhere
a suitable sign.

Life from birth - the same uphill path:
Appealing to a distant peak.
Going, going, and need to rest. -
Pleasing to the heart of a quiet valley:
Contentment, satiety. the unwillingness to know
Trouble another - only the well-being
This above all. Should I look for
The road that climbs to the cliff?

Uphill thinking about
That's the top he reaches still
And relax, have a smoke, and then
Start to descend is a hard work too.
But you can not descend until
While the fog will not come boredom,
Yet the soul does not get tired of space
And with the noisy world for a long time.

What to say about the meaning of life
And interpret the dreams of others,
When wine amber sprinkles
The intoxicating juice of the earth of spring?
There is so much strength and courage
That at the time only the heroes.
Spring will give live moisture
Ready to exploit the fields.

You're at the threshold of my
Don't tell me for a minute.
Yes, life has played a cruel joke:
Live and close one.
Let burdened me for a long time
And talk, and feast,
And the heart is filled with pain,
And often the soul is dark.

Sometimes not enough and a day
To sing all your favorite songs.
Songs off, like sparks of fire,
In order to rise again.
We become clearer, kinder,
Us songs easily and freely.
Songs, songs of my Russia!
You, like the earth, and noble.