Author of quotes: Polina Barskova

You wake up with a glowing, bleeding fragment of a dream in your hands.

Good text always shows through other text!,

Memories, of course, are impossible for me, I cannot afford to be separated from you enough to remember

At night I lie, I think, how would you console me.

All puffy, nervous, frightened, with developed, in addition to other defects, a heart defect.

It is amazing that death arouses in people a desperate desire to speak and a desperate unwillingness to listen to the one who remains, and to look in themselves at the one who died: after all, he could not yet disappear from them completely, which means you can look at him, he is not yet invisible.

I don't know how something so hugely complex and connected to everything else can end up and separate.

... until they use up the reserves of wit, that is, the reserves of themselves.