Author of quotes: Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva. Page 4

When a snowflake that is easy to fly,
Like a star fallen gliding,
Take hand, the melting tear,
And return swing she can't.
When planes transparent jellyfish,
Will we get to the Caprice of the owner,
She, as a prisoner, a prisoner in bonds,
Suddenly pale and die suddenly.
When we want the moths-the Wanderers
Looks are not the dream, but the earthly profit -
Where is their outfit? From them on our fingers
One dawn painted the dust!

One thing is clear: when I work, I miss the day when I'm not working, I every minute extra.
And since my whole goal: to hunt day like a wild beast - one thing is clear: we have to work.

Reading also makes one lonely, "rotation in high circles."

About little book Akhmatova, you can write ten volumes and will add nothing. And of the countless volumes of the complete works of Brusov write only one book - sized Akhmatova - and also did not add.

I Moore's - defending him capable of the crime. Right or wrong - that no one touched. Can't stand his resentment and to see his tears. Whether it comes to him when-NB??

Just pray you.- Soon You. - Soon departure.
Earn the wheel. You will be smiling. And I will smile in the answer. I'm not going to cry. I'm used to separation. - All mine - with me! And the whole I - with You!

Face - light. And it really turns on and off.

And yet, to argue and to sing tired
And this mouth!
And all the time I fooled
And sleep will come.
And lie quiet, will close their eyelashes,
Will close their eyelashes.
And lie quiet, and will dream
Trees, and birds.

My love for you is split into days, and letters, clock and line.

Murlyga! Forgive me, but it would be worse. I am seriously ill, that's not me. Love you madly. I understand that I could no longer live. Give dad and Ale - if you see that I loved them until the last minute and explain that I was in a dead end.

I know one thing: no you are not a couple -
And throw everyone on his chest.

Love everything that makes my heart beats high. This is all.

After so many roses cities and toasts -
Oh, will you not laziness
You love me? You almost skeleton,
I almost like a shadow.
And why do I know that heavenly forces
You had to cry?
And why do I know that smell - nil
From my hair?

Distance: versts, miles...
We dis-set dis-planted
To quietly behaved
On two different ends of the earth.
Distance: a mile, gave...
We pasted, soldered,
Two arms spread, crucified,
And didn't know what it is - an alloy.