Author of quotes: Julia Drunina. Page 2

I loved your laugh, your voice.
I soul struggled.
And the soul was another man,
And the soul was a result of scattering.
But insisted to love: So what?
This rust will destroy!
Was storms. And there was a calm.
Ah, what the fires were!
Just because that's a thing -
In the fire I burned one:
Rust forever stayed with blasting,
And the soul of someone else - another man...

In all ages
Always, everywhere
He repeated
Ill sleep
Unexplained kiss of Judas
And those damned pieces of silver bells.
To understand these things -
A vain task.
Wondering humanity again:
(When I could otherwise!)
But what
Lips to kiss?..

I "Chernukha"? -
Seen darker.
I "porn"? -
Know all long.
Let the boy
Then blushing,
Then turning pale
Looking at it
Bad movie.
And only wish
It might not appreciate
He
Drinking permissiveness poison
How can
Annealing the touch
What kind of power
Sometimes has the look...

I brought it home from the fronts of Russia
Cheerful contempt for the rags -
Like a mink coat, I wore
His charred overcoat.
Let the elbows bristled patches,
Let the boots were worn - not a problem!
So elegant and so rich
I later, there has never been...

Halfman, poluprecnik...
Then cry don't cry...
No more sad crimes
Than love without love!

But if I would have asked Someone
What I, as a poet, in my life proud, -
Answered b: the fact only that for effect
No line is made never!

All the same people, not machines, we
Still not a simple thing - life...

I'm not used
Anybody feeling sorry for me,
I'm so proud that among the fire
Men in bloodied uniforms
Calling for help the girl
Me...
But this evening,
Peace, winter, white,
To remember past do not want
And a woman
Confused, timid -
I fall to the Twomey shoulder.

Smells like summer
Strawberries ripe -
Again the river
Reversed...
Again heart
To the heart become attached -
But with blood
You can tear.
Smells like summer
Strawberries ripe,
Autumn is coming
Get bored again.
Maybe it's time
Ripe -
Leave
From my heart to tear?..

I've only just seen hand-to-hand.
Time come to life. And hundreds of times - in dreams...
Who says that the war is not scary,
He knows nothing about the war.

Perhaps, not so often
Friends, we are in trouble betray.
But the test of happiness
Difficult to get there.
You're sick - will come to the hospital
Will bring homemade soup.
But you differ -
All friendly feelings go away.

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.

When the love dies,
Doctors do not crowd the chamber,
A long time to understand any -
The force will not throw
In the arms of...
Force of the heart is not lit.
In anything do not blame anyone.
Here every word
Like a knife,
That cuts between the souls of the thread.
Here every argument
How bout.
Here are all of the truce
Instant...
When the love dies,
Even colder
In The Universe...

Half of my life we lose because of the rush.
Slowly, we do not notice sometimes
No puddles on the cap of the Russula,
No pain in the depths of your favorite eye...
And just, as they say, at sunset,
Amid the bustle, a prisoner of success, suddenly,
You ruthlessly for the throat grab
Cold hands fear.
He lived on the run, with the Ghost in pursuit,
In networks of care and urgent matters.
And maybe most importantly - and blew...
And maybe most importantly - overlooked...