Author of quotes: Lina Vasylivna Kostenko

Neumann, blue
Caught in the middle of nowhere
Where the pine smell of incense
In the predawn hour.
Where the evening smells matou,
Already cold bumblebee.
I love you, I love you,
And I love you!
Catch your recognition
Through the music of the birch trees.
Love to distraction,
To cry, to tears!
Under this star
Without potions, without wine
You, one thee
In all his life drunk!

, walks of life all without corector,
Yak I write, so already I bodø.
Ale not bisa preroga row.
Posrn not bisa, Bo stench Yak LCI.
Not bisa Pravdi, Hoch Yak grca,
not bisa smutku, Hoch stink Yak RCI.
Ludin of bisa soul to Oshakati,
Bo in this of Chibis already navki.
But life goes on and all without proofs,
and how I write, so be it.
Let not afraid of the annoying line.
Insight don't be scared, they are the cure
this heart milestone.
Don't be afraid of the truth, though it is bitter,
and all sorrows, even though they, like rivers.
The human soul fear to Rob:
Betray one day - and forever.

To do something, lisite for sobi,
a mi, nichogo, and prodemo, Yak tn,
only the dwellers of the sky Ochi Golub
Qiu land always drink in ctn.
Dwellers TSI Lisi did not vimerli, Yak tour
dwellers TSI words vicoli, Yak Rudy.
That should be left, without it,
We're nothing - we pass like shadows.
So only the sky blue eyes
Always be the earth has seen in bloom.
To forests is not extinct, as the tour
Words do not languish, like ore.

, walks of life all without corector.
The first hour letit not stichw the gallop.
Long time NEMA marksi Pompadour,
I mi live after the flood.
I don't know, scho bude after us
in that nature take away Shati.
Only hto not vtamlst, hour.
A mi IV, we need popsat.
And life goes on without updates.
And time is rushing, not unyav gallop.
Not very long ago the Marquise de Pompadour,
And we live after the flood.
I don't know what will happen after us
In that nature will be able to dress up.
Not retreating time for an hour.
And we live, we must hurry.

Clou VSI Lisi. Thanks will kripalu.
VIN good sgrav you tell me my prisutnosti.
I'm a tree, I sing, I all, what I love.
I, Mauger, TSE , ( my nivida cutsthe.
All of the whole forest. Thank you to the violinist.
My presence well you played it.
I was a tree and the rain, all that love I want
and, perhaps, my in fact a higher principle.

Poluchau Tsey DOSCH. Pdcruze I shumit.
Blasoni the sound of water, veselich of crapel kroki.
Has the moment of the moment, has only the moment of I the moment,
I Raptor will osinusi and TSE vzhe rocky nd rocky!
But TSE is already VCI. Nhto already y don't re,
in the nebula DOS Chi, Mauger, of Andromeda -
I doso in robes, prozora, Yak sklyanov,
prihodzhu to live, I shadow about the dead.
I listen to the rain. Crept up and makes noise.
Ustanny the sound of water, the steps of exciting drops.
Yet only a moment, only a moment, just a moment,
I look back - the years passed suddenly.
Yes, maybe the century. Nobody knew
in the fog of souls or maybe Andromeda -
I in robes of rain - transparency glass
and come to live and Mature, who certainly is not present.

Tsey forest Givi. From Demba Dobri rechi Ochi.
To sumati vtri from Demba in Golov.
Stares PN, coslet potorac,
topic silence write from trav.
New building is renovated and Nestor to wonder krzi Paltz
at bili VLSI radskij bers.
I Sonny mushroom smaragdova Kufic
Dosu napisa ( per day PTS.
Bahrani sun sutonny lsnow
have provt HMAR pokazu kno,
I ere on PN pid sepoy pine
vedmed zabivaut dome.
This forest alive. His eyes are kinder.
Wind walk in the lush head.
dilapidated stumps, hairy scum
chronicle the quiet of lay down on the grass.
Oak Nestor it looks through my fingers
the drunken waltz of white birches
and the sleepy mushroom in the green Jersey
the rain bathed and the day grew.
Crimson sun, the darkness of the forest
in a break in the clouds all turns us movie,
And there on the stump and under grey pine
bears score in dominoes.

Mal aserca blackout nesse,
colise Hmara Tomlin thunder.
Polemo of pogovorite s Lam,
a vzhe then I mozhu s people.
Small lakes Shine, but without malice,
skinny shakes a cloud of thunders.
Go to the forest talk - green
and only then can I and people.

Chomu Lisi checkout me znovu,
the shield panavi I sonce the last post.
I h love. I know hny MOV.
I them Ter movchannyam say.
And why the forest is waiting for me again
the shield raises the sun and the dawn.
I love them. Their word is familiar to me.
And to them I say silence.

Look for the censor in sobi.
There he Givet, drimuchy without Hanna.
VIN there sidit Yak cortic have TRUB,
I quietly vilucha you sumna.
Ceradini, giblets, not at a time.
All posny, de Yak Conca.
I reportno Vime you iz you.
To salesasia one leash shell.
Looking for the censor in itself.
He lives there, wild and unshaven,
sitting there like a Jack-in-pipe
and conscience you remove it secretly.
A little on the inside and not at a time.
Shoots it little by little, until obrazaca.
And seamlessly take you from you.
Remains one of just a shell.

I zhivemo. Earth has us trim.
A vzhe art to wait peresta.
Us vzhe twicli: genv no.
And scho, Yak (? Zaskoleni, and what?!
And scho Yak VIN mizh us to go, genius?
To vivocity s brudo Tsey potworny hour.
Scho Yak for TSE vzhe at once in our genes
naschadki Nashi zavajayut us?!
And live. The earth still carries us.
But it the art stops to wait.
No geniuses, okay. And do not ask
himself - suddenly there? Hounded, but not to take?
And suddenly, he walks between us, genius?
Exports from the horror in time through the mud.
And if now, for it is in our genes
our descendants despise us?

Us vzhe twicli: genv no.
Poznalem souls svelano hapti.
Epoha neprijatelja - Lama
ische in Kalisz geniuses of hrebta.
Kolis, long, Boule ACS ghanti.
Now trucks vimi - pgma.
Napunta Chi naputali,
in cosmone Vik - dense Ptolemy.
Used - there is no genius, and that's it.
After all the sleeping souls are commanded to snore.
Bad era - on one side will fold
and in the cradle of the genius range.
Long ago, when were there giants.
Now more convenient - if you're a pygmy.
Probesample, polutanata,
in the era of space - dense Ptolemy.

The total day on the attempt nezrimo
no suti in sunco to understand.
Chalene word agnusdei Rima,
vltu on the night. Words less than n to anati.
I alcoholc strachen suti,
, SSF, ALMC first murah.
Moï words, choboty not vsut,
slivaut crow Yu - Terny.
The stench illuminate I lie, Yak VI.
And potim h obrazuyut SLP.
I scho, as otherwise th Bulo pages -
the I tilki, do popele in ruts.
Day torturing in search of the invisible
in the dark of the conceptual themes surface.
Crazy word curbing rhyme,
fly in the night. My planet.
I'm an alcoholic so executed fact,
her Sisyphus, alchemist, ant.
My words, in boots shod,
bleeding with thorns of its branches.
They as burning towers fall,
then them felt the blind.
And what - as if there were fires,
and ash will get a handful of hands.

Won the team sky rd at Marila!
Won Bula Taka shte young!
The yakos so it is not snylosja painter.
All yakos so mountain, Bida.
I victo Pisan tarel,
I Placa dad, I plipli rocky, -
if above it not Bulo vzhe steel,
and only the sky I zirki...
Oh, mom dreamed of the sky!
She was beautiful, young!
An artist came weak, inept,
Everything is so sorrow, trouble.
Ornaments faded on the dish,
The father became despondent, in love, -
And there is over her now, no ceiling, no weekdays,
But only the sky, stars, clouds...