Author of quotes: Anna E. Gluskin

When I knew that hour of deadly flour
You was peppered with another woman,
I would, in gratitude, she kissed the hands...

How expensive the ring on the finger of his beloved,
Like a string of pearls of blue brocade
So dazzling beautiful your fringe happy
Which home to call you.
We have not everyone can be a poet
Not everyone to the muses and poems used,
But who in the country will be this
And will meet you, the poet, will be in a moment.