Author of quotes: Boris Ryzhy

with children's laughter, with fallen leaves.

I stand agitated by the peon and the caesura!

to you, my light.

verses do not record in the album.

better snout in the mud.

I lie down and think: hardly
that white sheet
that was not sheltered yesterday,
who is now out into another world.
And quietly dripping out of the tap.
And life, disheveled, like a ***,
comes out of the fog as if
and sees: bedside table, bed...
And I'm trying to rise,
I want to look into her eyes.
Look into the eyes and - burst into tears
and never die.

Enameled vessel,
window, bedside table, bed, -
life is hard and uncomfortable,
but it's cozy to die.

that cannot fit in the soul.

that cannot fit in the soul.

I was born - I still can't believe it -
in the labyrinth of factory yards
in the country of pigeon that is divided
I'm looking at cops and thieves.

did not rip, throw away, burn.

Smile on the face of your tears.