Author of quotes: Alexander Gorodnitsky

Airports of the nineteenth century!

Past my childhood and yours.

That I can’t live without this faith.

On hands of stone.

Don't get married, poets.

But still not Russia.

And then - how it goes.

Now it's too late for me.

I don't dream about Tanya and not Gali
Not home field, not woods, -
In Senegal, brothers in Senegal
I have seen such wonders!
Oh, not weak, brothers, Oh, not weak
Lapping waves, shimmering oars
Crocodiles, palm trees, baobabs
And the wife of the French Ambassador.
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Dear brothers and sisters,
What was happening to me?
All I dream the same dream
Widescreen and color.
In heat and in cold, and in bad weather
All he burns me to ashes, -
In this bed, wide open,
And the wife of the French Ambassador.

Slowly the truth is simple
In the river of time feels Ford:
The relationship by blood forms a flock,
The relationship of the word creates the people.
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And you will not find another exit,
As neither contradict himself, -
The relationship with the word begets the word,
Kinship by blood begets blood.

This woman in vain
Love you forever:
This woman is not a holiday, -
This woman is trouble.
Black tornado over the black depths
Walks, waves tugging,
This woman does not like
But not let you out.
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Whatever you give, it will be a little
Not to temper this zeal.
Forever with anyone
That woman to share.
Laughing at you people
Gossip loud pipes.
This woman does not like
But not let you out.

Whose shelves above the banner?
What is Torg?
Who will rule us
Lancaster or York?
What we nobles
No other king,
For us the same -
Bondage and loop.
The Lord our fun,
Yeah, not much use in that.
God forbid you be born
Under Henry The Sixth!

Over the stern half-mast
In the sky a flock of predatory Messers.
Far away past sailor,
Ship leaving the Bay,
And he repeats, looking at the sunset
Ashore and abandoned, narrow:
- This city will come back -
Sevastopol will remain Russian!

Smell of smoke from the fallen banners
Little use of brutal battle.
Completed the last Bastion of yesterday,
And the enemies come to Sevastopol.
And rumor wounded soldiers
Stumbling on a stone slope:
- This city will come back -
Sevastopol will remain Russian!