Author of quotes: Yunna Moritz

We are not offended!

Dazzling light!

To be your mother.

We leave them - and take our own.

I'm waiting for more and more sanctions!

The dictatorship of the liberals, the tyranny of the liberals,
The commissars of liberal ideals were brutal, -
There is something in the atrocity of the liberals from the White Sea canals,
There is something about the atrocities of liberals from torture cellars.
The dictatorship of the liberals, the tyranny of the liberals,
The liberal Gestapo: whoever is not with them is nowhere to be found!..
There is something about the atrocity of the liberals from the camp ambals,
Crocodiles are creative, effective in that environment.
The dictatorship of the liberals, the tyranny of the liberals,
Their shouts, promises of massacres, -
There is something about the atrocity of the liberals from the torture cellars,
Where Russia will be dealt with, the skin will be torn alive.

We don't have to break through. The main thing is for us to live so that no one breaks through to us. And if we talk about those who broke through to us and are thinking of tearing up the country ... It is necessary to make sure that they break through and become "paravavalits". From the words "it's time to fall. There is such a folk word - "poravalitics". Russian folklore is a terrible force, the armed forces of words. "Poravalitics" is what the people call capitulators and alarmists.

They are your infinite good.

For signs of no shame.

I have ready
For you, a bunch of cats,
Very fresh cats!
They don't fade like flowers.
Wilting roses and Jasmine
Wither Dahlia flower beds,
Little flowers wither in the garden,
Meadow and pond,
I have a bunch of cats
Amazing beauty,
And, in contrast to the colors
He meows in his mustache.
I carry a bunch of cats,
Give me rather a vase.
Very fresh cats
It can be seen immediately!

Falling in love is a piece of cake:
Autumn light from the clouds,
The Firebird twenty thousand years,
And around the corner of a coffee shop.
Four or five steps -
And no enemies, and no debts,
And young-at-forty thousand years,
And around the corner of a coffee shop.
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What sings, translate,
Estonian hoarsely in his chest.
Can it be true converged wedge light
And around the corner of a coffee shop?
You lean forward,
And your crib, no, not lying,
In this light, and the
And there, and there is a coffee shop.
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Falling in love is a piece of cake,
Break - a piece of cake:
Dived to forty thousand years-
And around the corner is a coffee shop,
Yes, in heaven - Alpine meadow,
Yes, gold air plow
Yes no demolition Yes no demand,
Yes, the corner coffee shop!

Trembling lips
and gnashing of the cloak
each other Luba
we are more. Goodbye!
The fire of the firmament
izgubljena thread.
Such freedom,
I want to howl.
Such fun,
that drunken wheels
like a train in the gorge
go downhill.
Such a Wake,
that, Oh,my God,
it's like we both
in the picture with a border.
The unrighteous, man,
you divide a slice:
I want my soul back,
take my flesh!

Trafalgar square night
Winged debris flies behind.
Let's cuddle on a stone bench, -
You never meet me.
The blood of love becomes azure.
On dust water fountain bowls
Over night mask, prophetic dreams, and thefts -
Floating Abbey lace Mirage!
Blood of separation becomes azure.
The earth smokes, the walls cernobori,
But London shrink from skobliki and putty -
He was loath to ruin podmalevka
The blue love lyrics and azure.
The blue love lyrics and azure -
The vapour that over the turquoise ball!
And we are with you - to be the azure steam
The heavenly haze of blue eye.
And therefore we need to hug soon
As the linen and the air, as wave with wave.
This didn't meet with me
The blue of love and my lyrics!
Blood of separation becomes azure.
Our expired! Wizards wonders
Blow the horn - that time
And that they get off of the bench.
You never meet me.
But life was! From this specific.
The blood of love becomes azure.
And the rest is polkopeyki.

When we were young
And nonsense excellent bore,
The fountains blue
And rose red grew.