Author of quotes: Sergei G. Ostrov

You heard the thrushes sing?
Near Moscow. Just an hour drive away.
No, not the thrushes, not a field,
Sitting along the black furrow
And space invaders-wizards. Drozdy
The singers are representatives of Russia.
Here they are seated on forests.
Sounded to oblivion.
I recognize them by their voices
Ringing masters moments.
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Hats off! In the woods, the thrushes sing.
For the soul sing. And not for glory.

Clearly in world or storm,
Black or white -
First, to train the eye
Then hands will do.
Space is calling you, or the wilderness,
Straight or curved,
Eyes - the continuation of our souls,
Our conscience is alive.
Sometimes, the eyes can not see the bottom.
Can't find the answer.
Eyes change your tone.
Change the color depth.
And clearly in the world or storm,
Friend met the enemy Lee
We're then given eyes
So we never lied.

For centuries living on earth ahead of.
It is like sowing the
And here, Adam gave a rib,
Used to make eve.
Then takes place a hundred thousand years,
Changing the world panorama.
And what does eve do in response?
Goes to another Adam!

Without water can, without bread.
Without you and day in and day out. Not in the bill.
I miss you. Up to the sky.
And this sky - forest is growing.
And over the forest again, the sky:
And above the sky is a forest. Then again.
Who can count. I was not there.
And is it counted?
This is all without measure. Without borders.
Without the limit it. Without end.
It will last, last, last
For so many years and yet heart pounding.
Without water can. Can without bread.
Without you and day in and day out. Not in the bill.
I miss you. Up to the sky.
And this sky, the forest grows...

You didn't tell me,
You just hand filed.
You just slowly from the station,
Slightly hunched went.
And for a long time staring into the distance,
And everyone there was flying in your eyes,
Where, having lost our voices, timidly
Led wheel conversation.
I see all of you at the beginning,
Then you melted away,
And the locomotives were all screaming,
Cars were passing by and went...
Night rainbow station,
Tales and travels series.
You didn't tell me...
You told me then...

Yes, vision is three-dimensional!
I know that. But...
Fourth, I guess
We all did this.
After all, in every hour,
As the life of any stir, -
We have in stock
There is a vision of the soul.
And if the essence of the underlying
And the night is dark-dark
Eyes can be difficult.
But there is a soul. It
Light and reliable
Will take any wilderness...
And vision three-dimensional
Only for the blind shower.

In the life you live.
In grief can be. And in joy.
In time there. Time to drink.
Time to do bad things.
A possible way: at dawn to stand up
And, thinking about the miracle
Hand burnt the sun to get
And give it to the people.

There is light at the different Sciences,
But I want to ask I have science
- Who can tell me how to treat separation anxiety?
How to save my soul from separations?
Where she lurks this force,
Nestled in the woods or fields
So that separation wind drifted
From my soul and yours?
And the wise man said in the speech,
Honoring your prophetic honour:
- If looking for something in every meeting,
In fact, and in separation there is something...

And someone who likes the field to reap, and someone who likes to lie!

Me where I'm going my way,
My hopes and my anxieties?
My love, get me a meeting somewhere
Among the hope and the dawn.
Why is the heart alone?
Why do you seem distant?
Storm separation and storm separation
May never to us, stretch out their hands.
Want to go with you through life,
To live two destinies a single fret.
One destiny merged with another fate.
My love, I'm fine with you.
There is on earth a wonderful luck
To meet his love among dawn.
My love, get me a meeting somewhere
Among the hope and the dawn.

Because I live without you I can not -
I write your name on a beam in the snow.
On granite mountain. On the canvas height.
Each promelt light I can clearly see you.
I flowers write. You love flowers.
It's all for you. It's you. It's you.
That flashed in bad weather the skylight blue,
It is heaven now smiled at you.
Here the gardens are a little tipsy, dawn, shivering.
It's all for you. For you. For you.
You. You always. You're everywhere on earth.
On the grass. In the snow. In the light and in darkness.
I run to you, heart shouting:
- Can't live without you. Can't... can't...

Oceans break the land.
Hurricanes bend the heavens.
Disappear of the earth Kingdom,
And love remains alive.
Die gray stars.
Gray mammoth verzet in the rocks.
Islands die in the sea,
And love remains alive.
Trample war living green.
Guns beat the living sun.
Day and night illuminated roads,
And love remains alive.
I mean that's all if
You will see how crying star
Guns beat the living sun,
Hurricanes break the firmament, -
There is light at strong miracle:
Rafael wrote Madonna,
Unblemished track conception
On beautiful her face.
So the day is not afraid of the night.
So the garden is not afraid of the wind.
The mountains are crumbling. The sky goes dark,
And love remains alive.

Of all the examples of self-expression
Prefer sincerity movement.
The motion of the heart. And the movement of thought.
Everything moves in the world. Up do, down do.
All of the moves. From the very birth.
Good. And to evil. And this is the essence of the movement...
And the essence of things. Voluntary and involuntary.
And a hundred ways direct. One hundred and devious.
This is why the expression
Such a variety of the conjugations.

Not unloved! Everyone in this world
Someone loves. And waiting for someone.
Even in Africa you grew up, even in Siberia,
And still love will find you.
Not unloved! All love someone.
Anyone in the world needs to be loved.
And if somewhere in the trunk under the cut,
Already other branches in front of him.
Not unloved! Smart nature
Won't let you be alone.
But it will be eternal procreation,
The power of love in your home.
Not unloved! We are all in this world
Love someone. And waiting for someone.
I believe in it. Deeper all. And wider.
All of the above believe in it every day.