Author of quotes: Konstantin Simonov. Page 3

He remembered mother's hands. It
Every little sadikaj thin fingers.
With the dawn they were taken for linen
And with the darkness behind the spokes or hoops.
As fast as any watch
Everybody needs to lighten up and touch.
She's in a coffin the first time they must be
Laid motionless on the chest.

What can we learn?
Love to be held close. And no power
Neither lead her nor away to cast away
Nor ask to stay for a while longer.

So into the room to us include once
That or it has to stay with us
Or, saying goodbye to these walls,
For a long time in them, some leave us.

The boy is crying, if it's broken,
It's small, it still does not hide the tears.
The big man was crying from the hurt.
God forbid you to see him cry.
He cries throat. He barely
With difficulty and pain decompresses lips
He tells her harsh words,
Which allowed no one to.
He tells her - lovely -
Words as dry as trimming sheet metal,
Those for which other
They would seem to be killed on the spot.

And no one. Empty and a long day.
Sometimes loneliness is
What I want though own shadow
Touch silently on the wall with his hand.

She was suddenly deprived of
Those little happy expectations,
The petty but daily tribute,
Life which we must pay.
We can experience great sorrow,
We can suffocate from boredom,
To sink and swim. But in this sea
Always need to remain islets.

You will not be sorry at first,
Then repent, then you
Still have to repent of that little
Nothing to repent is found in your destiny.