Author of quotes: Robert Rozhdestvensky. Page 5

If you are - be the first
First, whoever you were.
Of songs - the best songs
From books - real books.

I wanted to withdraw - and there is no one. All the broken, like after a big pogrom.

A Prairie grass smells of bitterness.
The young winds are green.
We Wake up,
and thunders over midnight
whether the storm
or the echo of the last war.

Steel hair -
deadly white!..
... Seen, a lot
white paint war.

Birthday women
"So how did she...?" "And in the
and, in fact, what?"
And the woman will wave his hand and
says in a singsong voice light and
bitterly:
- What to consider in vain? All
my... -
And after the drink for friends
came.
And will emit the high light...
There are only birthdays have
women.
years of birth in women no!

I don't want
in the dream, embarking on a journey -
because I in the way,
as long as you live...
It is not necessary that I
someone
rescued in a dream.
Better -
awake! ..

I letter learned to the school,
and it was sweet and risky...
But I any book avalanche
fearlessly cut down by half.
Nature
other "Trali-Vali"
I was not interested.
I read from dusk till dawn -
plot demanded books!
Of the plot!
And took nothing in return...
Become competent
I was never able to.

Why, why,
Loneliness
You're not forgiven?
Let me cold and unhappy
Endure all that is necessary...
Loneliness, you're profession is to be supported.

In this explosive world already forgotten silence
Where over all sleepless time flies indifferently,
Don't have you may never wait for your favorite war
You don't have to wait let never loved in vain!
Next to the bronze of kings,
Fattened on lies and blood
Next to the bronze heroes,
Risked an overnight
Needs stands a monument to a woman,
Waiting for love.
Bright a monument to a woman,
Waiting for ordinary happiness.

The words tell me all what he wants,
So as not to silence,
Favorite to not only silently!
Without this joy is not a joy.
You have to make me well
And that you like me,
Tell me that you love me
Pretend for the moment!
Tell me that I will not forget
Lie! - I believe it.

And they are leaving.
Forever leaving...
I say goodbye to them, due to not believing the truth.
Crying softly, as if pleading for mercy.
- Don't go! - I whisper.
And heard: "don't die!.."
If I tell myself:
"Don't leave!.."

You
ready to save others
from depression serious
you're not afraid
no whistling Blizzard,
no fire crackling.
Will not be lost,
not sink
evil
not accumulated
Don't cry
and don't moan
if you want to.
Will be smooth
and become windy,
if you want...
Me to you
be confident -
hard
very.
Though on purpose,
at least for the moment
I ask
shy, -
help me
to believe in ourselves,
become
weaker.

Please
weaker.
Whether,
please.
And then I'll give you
miracle
easily.
And then I'll vamono -
grow up
become special.
From a burning house will make
you
sleepy.
I solved for all the unknown,
all reckless -
in the sea rush,
thick,
sinister
and I will save you!..
This is the heart told me,
heart
told.
But you're
stronger than me,
stronger
and more confident!

The words are sad,
the words are bittersweet.
They fly-by-wire
lowlands,
hills.
In envelopes sealed
above the sleepers, they knock,
above the sleepers,
over the bumps:
"It's over.
All
over..."