Author of quotes: Sergey Kozlov

And the trees were so unusual - light, draughty, like the lilac, and filled with such inner peace and quiet that the Hedgehog did not recognize the familiar childhood places.

The further away, the fall, the longer the Hedgehog looked around, the stranger he became.
The forest was thin - was thin and transparent. And the sky like thinned - was not so blue, not so thick.
- This is because the autumn, sighed the Bear.

- Yes, what I pay you back?
- And nothing. It would be nice if you helped my advice.

And the day was hot, and tall, slender autumn staggered pines and swirled hollow sheet.

- Duty work - said the Ant is pressed against a hot stove. - Every day...
"Luck, thought the Bear. - Well, as he does not understand that it is summer, it's short that it's over..."

If you fall in the forest comes the heat, many go mad.

When do you prefer morning or evening? <...>
- I - in the morning, ' said the Bear.
- Why?
- Then a full day ahead...

It was so beautiful that he from time to time trembled: not a dream it to him?

- You who are friends with me or with the Hare?
- With you, - said the Hedgehog. And with the Hare.
And I'm friends with you, okay?
- And me without a Hare can not be friends. Understand?

- I love cloudy autumn days, - said the Hedgehog. The sun shines dimly, and so foggy-hazy...
- Quietly, - said Bear.
Yeah. If everyone stopped and worth it.

- I was going to go to you, - said Bear. - And then he ran to the Rabbit and says I'm the best.
"Right," said the Hedgehog. - And you didn't know?

It in order to prolong the feeling of the first kiss, people are desperate for love, doing a noble knightly deeds, fearlessly and without looking back crossed the distance and time... But the first kiss can be only one. First. And keep the taste of human memory can not do.
The memory of him in something similar to the shared memory of humanity for a lost Paradise.

Why is love sealed lips? Because the mouth is kept and pronounce that same word? You mean the kiss that don't need the words?
Maybe it will unite not only the soul, but words? Materialists?

The taste of the first kiss with nothing comparable, not in human languages adjectives, unless we are talking about this kiss.