Author of quotes: Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva. Page 2

Not made by You, not breaking up with you.

... love is definitely a two, two are into each other and bursting each other get hurt...

If I were a man, I certainly would have loved a married woman: bazarnyy woman: an unnecessary woman.

Conscience.
Some people wear it with a belt around the waist (I'll get drunk and will dissolve.)
Others she is a noose around his neck.

Your name - a bird in the hand,
Your name, the icicle on the tongue,
One single movement of the lips,
Your name, five letters.
A ball caught on the fly
Silver bells mouth
A stone thrown in a quiet pond
Sobbing so will your name.
In the light of the night the clicking of hooves
A loud booming your name.
And call him to us in the temple
Loudly snapping the trigger.
Thy name - Oh! -
Your name - a kiss in the eye
At the tender age of cold, motionless,
Your name - a kiss in the snow.
Key, ice, blue gulp.
In your name I sleep deep.

We are different,
As the land and water,
We are different,
As the ray of light with shadow.
Can assure you it does not matter,
And the best purchase.
We are different,
What grace!
Complement
We have each other.
That sameness can give us?
Only the feeling of a vicious circle.

So the knives are peeled on a rock
So sawdust brooms
Whisk. Under his hands -
Fur, wet.
Where are you, twins:
Dryness of the male power?
Under the palm -
Tears, not the rain!
What other temptations -
It? Water property!
After your diamond eyes,
Under the hand pouring -
No loss
Me. The end the end!
Pat - Pat -
Pat on face.
This is us, Marinka
Arrogance - we, the Polish girls somehow.
After the eyes of your eagle,
Beneath my hand crying...
Crying? My friend!
All mine! I'm sorry!
Oh, how large,
Salty in his hand!
Ill tear men's:
An ax on the head!
Cry, the other will catch up
Shame, with me lost.

Not disponible not doonally,
Similarly, with the holiday gone...
- Our street! - Not ours... -
- How many times she... we have not... -
Tomorrow the West will rise with the sun!
- With Jehovah will break David!
- What do we do? - Parted.
- Tells me nothing
Sverhestestvennoe word:
RAS steema. One out of a hundred?
Just a word of four syllables,
For whom emptiness.

Confidential, sublingual
Secret wives from their husbands, and widows
From friends - you, the ins and outs
The mystery of eve from the tree - here:
I am no more than an animal
Someone wounded in the stomach.

Blah blah Gaia part
Lovers without hope:
Bridge, you - as a passion:
Convention: nothing in between.
Nest: warmth,
Edge - because flax is so.
Either before or at:
Enlightenment period!
No hands, no feet.
The whole bone and all emphasis:
Alive side,
Related which are restricted.
All life is in his side!
He is the ear and the echo
Yolk for protein
Molded, the Samoyed to the fur
Crowding, molded,
Bridges. The Twins Of Siam
What is your Union?
The woman - remember mother
Name? all in all
Forgetting, in motionless triumph
Those bearing the BOJ,
You are not kept closer.

Post. Why is the forehead not to Bang
In the blood? Shattered and not in the blood!
Fear soprastanti
Wander. (Killed - Love.)
Come on! Is it two lovers?
In the night? Apart? With others to sleep?

- Urgently
Please don't look! - Look. -
(Now we hail rush!
Well, as to drive them back
In the eye?!) - They say don't
Look!!!
Clearly and loudly,
Look to the sky:
- Honey, oedema,
Start to cry!

The final nail
Hammered. The screw for the lead coffin.
- Poslednata of requests.
- Ask. - He never said a word
About us... none of... well...
Later. (With stretcher
So wounded in the spring!)
- About the same and asked you b.

People looked at me with his bell, while I was on my. That is why I do not judge anyone.