Author of quotes: Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva. Page 3

Ever, pretty creature,
I'll be your memory.

This hell, this nonsense has gone I sad in my old age...

Be! Don't surrender me without a fight! Don't give me to night, streetlights, bridges, passers-by, all, all. I'll stick with. Because I don't want anyone else, I can not (not want, not can). Because I give what you gave me, not give me one, and least I don't want to. Because you're the only one.

"How many books!.. I thought... don't flame:
So cozy... I Forget now all the words I..."
See runaway shadow of the tram
On the couch with you - not me!

The shadow of the trams, as before, running on the wall
The noise of the orchestra downstairs, careful and muffled...
- "Let merge without words our souls!"
You excitedly whisper - not me!

The door opened... Frosty wind jet...
The smell of freshness, happiness... and anxiety...
A moment of silence, and that's on the verge
Someone laughs weakly - I'm not!

Like a quiet child, caressed by the darkness,
With infinite longing vagus eyes,
You stood by the window. In the hallway
Someone step hasty - not mine!

What is my sin? That in the Church no tears learning
Laughing awake and asleep?
Trust me: I laugh in pain are treated,
But laughter is not joy to me!
Farewell, my knight, I in the sky fly
Today on the lunar horse!

Abbots, done the midnight watch,
Said, "Shut your door
Crazy witch, whose eyes shame.
Witch's deep, like a beast!"
- It may be true, but dark my eyes
I am a mystery, a secret door!

You're a knight, you are brave, your voice stream,
With the rock tending downwards.
From me dark, from bold speeches
To the bride beloved, come back!
I, Eva, like the wind, and the wind - nobody's...
I dream of yours. About the knight, Wake up!

Do you see elves in midnight darkness
Through the smoke of the purple fire?
Clinking coins from you will not take, -
Ghost elves sister...
And if you throw the witch in jail
The death in captivity fast!

I - Eva, and my great passion:
All my life a passionate shiver!
My eyes are the lights-charcoal,
And the hair, the ripe rye,
And extend to them the loaves of cornflowers.
Mysterious my age is good.

In an elegant narrow envelope
Found her "sorry": "Always
Love and sadness is stronger than death".
Stronger than death... Yes, Oh Yes!..

Rock doesn't come with a roar and thunder,
And so: the snow falls,
The lamps are glowing. To home
A man came up.
Long sparkle flared bell.
Went up, had his eyes.
In the house very quiet.
And burn the image.