Author of quotes: Sergey Matveev

Do not sing the poet, about the gravity of fate
Do you know easier where? Tell
You don't know? Well, not dust
And don't play with fire in the library.

Don't be late
And then I'll get tired of waiting.
I'll get used to spending time
With a girlfriend, or at work
Or with a face from the transport
in the same expectation.

You have your rains, I have mine.

It's good to forgive in winter
After Christmas at the Christmas tree
Parsing lines on postcards
About love high, high.
It's good to forgive in winter
Sitting at the table, and under salads
Talking about moral postulates
Spilling obscene alcohol.

I go to St. Petersburg, and I think in Leningrad
I try not to swear loudly
Next to lions, sphinxes and horses.

Relatively, the bottom and the mountain.

What the announcer is broadcasting on the news.

I am greedy for my happiness.

I guess I was lucky
I've been given another day
And I live as well as I can.
If I may say so.
Someone knows how to live
And somehow lives wisely.
I'm constantly learning
If I may say so.
And in the evening on the shore
Bruises and bumps counting
I'm still enjoying it.
If I may say so.

And I know there's enough space under the sun for everyone.
And even those who shamelessly and easily
On the dug up lane walks
And without having washed, he sits down to breakfast.

And I'm in poetry, not in the tooth with my foot
I don't even know the alphabet by heart.
The light of God does not lead the analysis of flights
On the literate and unemployed
And it covers everyone indiscriminately.

And a little dog.