Author of quotes: Robert Rozhdestvensky. Page 1

Time
in characters to understand!
People - cogs.
People - cogs...
I myself cog was.
Tried!
Was submissive.
Barely visible.
My life
to pay for it!
I like the spring,
spin!
To believe century.
And with you
bow,
people-cogs,
people-us.
Destined
your way,
the appointment of each
issued.
And don't hat on you
and hats.
Cap screws,
hats
cogs!
You snakebites,
you rust,
do
all that you specified.
And in their uniqueness
believe it!
However,
it's not necessary.
Still oblamayut desperate!
Anyway, you should stay
where screwed, -
in Primus,
in an hour,
in the tap,
in the lid of the toilet.
Set so.
It should be.
And -
do not dwell on this topic...
Hail
vinicna psychology!
Reign slogan:
"None of our business!"
Let it sounds
like a revelation!
Let the road
name in vain!..
I
do not believe,
even burn, -
don't believe
dumb
mentiony mind!
I humility
not jealous
but the era
trying to understand, -
I don't believe
what is the cogs
with a menacing space
fraternized.
They
turning gray over formulas
and children swaddled with care.
Before sensitive
microphones
speak with the planet mad.
And cars are amazing.
And inconsolably in love...
I don't believe
what is the cogs
on the shoulders
our land hold!..
In the middle of the twentieth century
flies
rusty symbols...
Be happy,
People!
People are smart.
The people are strong.

If you have never seen Baku...
I was told one PAL:
"Man, you must be crazy!
I understand your sympathies, -
sorry - can't.
You regretful you are, -
What are you delusional? That you moan?
That was like damn doldonyat
about Baku
Baku
Baku?"
He told me:
"I winter swim in the Red sea
eating in Japan lemons,
lived in the Rhine shore.
Was in the South, the East,
it is a little, long,
so I laugh at the enthusiasm
about Baku
Baku
Baku..."
I friend said:
"What, after exploring the planet,
Did you know burly wind,
saw it, saw it...
But why hurt?
You're still Baku
not seen!
If you have never seen Baku -
Then what did you see?
What?

Let's see you even used the dream!
You just say how you were.
And that's all.
And I Wake up.
And will be easier for me...

Probably
I owe you,
love is probably a bad Bank:
I want to hear the voice
can't!

Man needs a little:
after the thunder - silence.
Blue patch of fog.
Life - one.
And death one.
In the morning a fresh newspaper -
with Mankind the kinship.
And only one planet:
The ground!
And that's all.
And - interstellar road,
but the dream of speed.
This, in essence, - bit.
It is, in General, is nothing.

Man needs a little:
that trail led.
To live in the world mom.
How long does it - lived...

Thank people
I
not so!
What veins
rebel force
dissatisfaction
keeping!
The glory of life!
Thank you
her
because crumpling
me!

Mushroom June rains
rang
as keychain.

Still that snow to go
in Africa,
a new book of poems -
furniture
and sadly ask
with a tear in his voice
the Lord God
in the Bureau of reference,
still blame the ocean
from the shore
for his inattention
to your personality,
anyway, that snowdrop search
in the fall
and, sigh, a Wake to celebrate
ahead of time
like a fire
in the room
a Bay horse
in the garage require
and hard to try to hug
the cloud
and the potatoes cook
in the ice-hole,
still on land
to teach swimming,
a heavy stone
considered a Apple,
anyway that chicken
wait for Swan
once
to decide
if you
fully
understand
in the women's
the character!

Every moment has a reason,
Own bells, its own mark
Moments there was someone - a shame
Who is beslave, and to whom immortality.

And you sometimes almost half of my life waiting for
When it comes, your moment.

Moments ot hardened in years
Moments ot hardened in centuries
I do not understand sometimes
Where the first moment where the last.

With me, my grandmother,
And then the main house
I!
Cupboards I can open
Flowers of kefir to water,
Play pillow football
And a towel to clean the floor.
Can I have hands cake
Purposely slam the door!
But with mom it will not work.
I've already checked.

And, teeth clenched, to live at all costs!
And to suffer one, forgotten as the plant
And wait another damn birthday...
And look in the mirror and all the wrinkles to see.
And again feeling sorry for yourself. And more - to hate!
To bear our sorrow, to play with the fate of hide and seek.
And cry at night. And in the morning be OK!