Author of quotes: Alena Kalinina

In cells of stone, like animals,
People rushing from boredom,
Nothing, nobody believing
Alone just close.

The roar of a beast in the night motor -
New Russian somewhere rushes,
Like a pack of feral dogs
Your dream breaks into pieces in the night.

In Russia the village has
Where I wish everyone health,
Where not forgotten the word "honor"
And so little envy, backbiting.

There are still villages in Russia,
Where else wood hut stoked
Where in the County - Lord, save me! -
The impenetrable forest, lakes, swamps.

Standing above the river pines majestically
Bent willow gentle on it.
And waves gently rocked Lily,
And see every stone at the bottom.

Uncorrupted ancient roots
Wonderful mysterious words
Forgotten centuries rebellious,
Solid as a Foundation