Author of quotes: Boris Rodin

Let me just to sit next to,
Allow You to pour the hand to touch.
Gently allow your eyes to see
Let morning You Wake up to me.

Hoarding is hoarding... Hoarding is hoarding...
In his old age a bedroom bought.
This would be the bedroom early to have
Could be longer could not grow old.

Here time stood still in the past era,
It smells of childhood, of past antiquity.
And memory draws a drop on the baby
The forgotten past of our country.

Two different "I's": one is to feel
Another - so be it.
Don't be afraid in the first doubt,
And second, try to live.

Night, apartment, dark for...
Refrigerator, yum.
And you see there eyes
In search of healthy food.

They say that spirits cause easier
Than to get rid of them.
The same happens with the bride,
Of course, if you're the groom.

Many people dream since childhood
Get yourself a legacy.
Drink, walk here and there...
So all my life and look forward to it.