Author of quotes: Vladimir G. Poletaev

Ah, so much smoke in a dark entrance,
Ah, trodden, Oh how dark.
Black stairs, white song
black, and white like in a movie.
Straight from the bottle, bitter and sweet,
hot and cold drink without leaving residue!
Heading the evening, rattling and ringing,
girl lips kissing me!!!

...and my life was simple -
in the power of a clean slate,
in the power of goodness - in power
impatient of the pen,
incessant temptation;
and my life was generous -
winter gate opened
zavorožennogo yard
wrapped in a blanket
to the basement
and lampshade peel
orange floated,
and surprised line
trembled in the fingers of the crank,
and escaped over the fence
zachaldara cheek,
huddled against the snow
and my life was easy...

... but you forgot that in the end
poems become the grass,
the side of the road,
Yes, the cloud over my head.
And we leave without looking back
in the dark and the void,
when we are old riddles
to unravel unbearable...
And the wind long arms
rocking wood,
and leaves circling above us
and turn into words...