Author of quotes: Leonid Yengibarov

Nothing, just to offend people is not necessary. Because it's very dangerous. And suddenly he was Mozart? Besides not yet having anything to write, even the "Turkish March". You will hurt him - he did not write. Do not write one, then another, and the world would be less great music, less light thoughts and feelings, and hence less good people.

The road is the only thing that you will never change. Bored comfort, cool love, leaving only the Road, and somewhere far ahead is the Hope that there will be love, peace...
And today you're back on the Road with you again Anxiety. And don't lie to yourself: without it you can't. Love and peace is only a Mirage, without which there is no Road.

You nineteen years old.
You play ping-pong, go out with friends to a bar and talking with their feet, sitting on a high stool...
You nineteen years old.
Nineteen years ago, I won the first great victory in the ring and laughed in the face of those who sadly told me: "the First victory is also the first step to defeat..."
You nineteen years, and almost the same to that guy tomorrow I'll go out to the ring. He's next to you, and you from me far, far away... a Huge ladder in the nineteen years between us, hundreds of stairwells - rings each time I first won the right to go up and up...
You like this guy with sloping shoulders, confident, the main rival of the famous N. It I - N.
And I would like to jump over all the pits and stairs to play ping-pong and admire your feet when you are chatting, sitting on a high stool at the bar...
Don't you understand that I don't feel the damn difference, don't understand what I am nineteen years old, from the first day of victory, waiting for you... No, you don't understand and can't see me, you're nineteen years old.
All, it's late, I gotta go, tomorrow's battle. And I win, always win, since I'm so hopelessly lost.

Fell off the leaves off the trees and dried grasses and flowers. That's what you did to me, when they stopped to look at me. There will be more on the light snow and the rain. And even the sun. That's what you did to me, when they stopped to meet me.
The sea was covered with duckweed, and the river was low. That's what you did to me when he stopped loving me. And the people that around me, I see around is quite another autumn, kind, Golden-green world. Oh, this world I roam the roads, where dust lying dead larks. That's what you did to me...

At sunset, under a tree, at the river someone kissed the girl. Then there were tribes, States, wars, the Olympics, the uprising, Auschwitz, freedom, genius, worlds, universe.
That was then.
But first, in the universe, in one of those galaxies, on a planet near the sun by the river at sunset, under a tree, someone kissed the girl.

I pickpocket. I am the king of pickpockets. I am rich and happy. I'm almost happy. It is a pity that no one wears the heart in the pocket!

When I crashed, I put in the "cold" chamber. There is not come out from there taken to the Elevator. I wanted to leave this chamber via the stairs.
I was trying to remember what is worth living for.
For the sake of the sun?
It is at all.
For spring? For the first snow? For may day the storm?
I survived. I remembered the tremor of your eyelashes, when you were pressed to my cheek. And understand the sun, the spring, the first snow, the first may storm.
Again press to my cheek.

Just do not be afraid. No, it's not going to happen, because you have two hearts. If the air stop moving for a second one, close to score the second.
One of them gave you your mother.
She was able to do this because nineteen years ago managed to fall in love... You don't laugh, it is very difficult to love.
And the second heart I gave you. Wear chest my crazy heart.
And don't be afraid.
They are close, if not will freeze a second one, then clogged the second.
Just don't worry about me, I find it easy and beautiful to walk the earth, it is clear to everyone.
My heart is in your chest.