Author of quotes: Julia Drunina

Well young face -
Life hasn't written on it yet,
And she did not plow with her incisor,
And she didn't breathe fire.
Painful time will burn him,
Just like it burned us.
Let the mouth remain stubborn,
The radiance of the eyes will not go out,
But something else will be added -
They will become thinner, more spiritual features.
From this line will begin the countdown
Real male beauty.
Yes, then only Beauty will come,
And now forever, to the end:
The beauty of not a blank canvas -
Burnt by life face.

And when I lost faith, wilted, tired
And the miracle ceased to hope,
A man called from a far country,
And the man said: "I really need You..."
And the man said: "I can not without you",
Outside the window, circled the house in the snow
The floor trembled, swayed four walls,
The man said, "I need You."
The accent, the slow, low,
And then mutter the telephone:
"Why silent, Moscow why?
Answer -- Hello!"
What to say to him?
That long ago I lost faith, wilted, tired,
What hope for a miracle should I stopped...
Don't blame anyone, don't love anyone...
In the ashes the dead will rise fire...
Aloud is only uttered these words?
And silent, silent, silent Moscow...

Yes, the heart often mistaken
But all is not settled in it
That care
The fatigue
What we call indifference.
Everyone wants to know
Everyone wants to see
All stays young.
And I heart not mad,
At least I'll rest with him.

At the end of a gloomy day
Warm ray suddenly caressed me.
Ran easily on the hair
Though that did not notice myself.
The warm beam, skalski for me then
Abandoned on my cross.

Without mistakes not live in the world
Since the whole century not to wallow in the silence.
Only b, the daughter, was for these errors
Not from poverty, from generosity of soul.
It does not matter what stretch to much:
Bad, since not attracted to anything.
Not always on the right path we
Immediately in the darkness.
But when it will break - do not turn -
And to help mom do not call...
I want a clean and successful
You were in work and in love.
If suddenly bitterly disappoint someone
It will be hard, but survive.
Worse, since you love to calculate
And heart prigolubit a lie.
You do not be ill with to blame,
And she's guilty - bovines.
All the same people, not machines,we
Still not an easy thing - life...

Unworthy to fight with thee,
So your loved once -
Understand!..
I give up
Retreat without a fight.
We have
To remain people.
Let, entrusting my soul to you,
I got in big trouble.
Code of honor
And here will not break -
Only blaming myself,
Go...

You get used to it people
So it opened on the ground.
I do not think as a miracle
On a space ship.
Our souls are strong and flexible -
Accustomed to trouble, to war.
Only the miracle of your smile
It is impossible to get used to me...

I yearned
Nobility -
Yes, the Musketeers
Became not the same...
And to be honest -
It's hard to beat
I was on his
The final height.
But I
Do not give up,
Triumph
Not allowing evil.
Enemies are my only help
Abuse
Always perceived
As praise.

I love all of the hurt and sick
Every meter of this strange land,
Hot sun above her
Flaming mountains in the distance.
Languid heat of the village
Languid heat of the herd.
In the drowsiness of ancient vineyards
Forget race of the year
What alternate era
That century after century fly...
The hot dry wind sighs,
Frenzied songs of the cicadas.
Delirium in heavy winds,
The unforgiving barbed dust
Continue to love, not trezia,
Every meter of this hard land -
Let gloomy, albeit unsung,
Let this unusual in the Crimea.
And I love, as love poets:
It is unclear why the most...

I don't like
To untangle the knots.
I have to hack -
After all the pain
The moment lasts.
Patience humble oxen -
Not created
To be your charioteer.
No, if you need to -
All endured.
But if the front
The result is a single,
One blow
The chain severed
And the night is gone
Keep trying back.
Without further ADO,
Don't look down...
But how many times slouch,
How many times!

Sometimes I want to go back -
In ringing stressing wings.
But the winter rain - snowfall
All the trail blocked.
And the flies buzzing white
Silently I followed suit:
- You can not be back,
The road to the youth no...
Snow shower is a snowfall!
Frost and strong hops.
Time loss, time loss,
Latest snowstorm...

How to explain the blind,
Blind as night from birth,
A riot of spring colours
Rainbow obsession?
How to explain the deaf,
From birth, as the night the deaf,
Tenderness cello
Or a threat of thunder?
How to explain to the poor guy
Born with fish blood
The mystery of the world's miracle,
Called love?

Surely for born people
That the world was overgrown with grass of oblivion?..
The Fourth World will not be -
Not only would the Third World!

I'm not originally from childhood - from the war.
And therefore, probably more expensive
Than you, I appreciate the joy of silence
And every new day that I have lived.
I'm not originally from childhood - from the war.
Again, making the way of the guerrilla trail,
I have understood forever that we have
To be kind to every blade of grass shy.
I'm not originally from childhood - from the war.
And maybe because nepasiseke:
The hearts of the soldiers annealed,
And you have rough palms.
I'm not originally from childhood - from the war.
I'm sorry - that's not my fault...