Author of quotes: Boris Zakhoder

I'm not one to not get jealous
Neither to the future nor to the past,
Because everyone likes different
So it seems to me crazy.
So imagining me crazy
Crazy happiness found...
You don't know -
The one that drives me crazy.

Crying Pussy in the hallway
She
A great grief:
Evil people
Poor Pussy
Do not give
Steal
Sausages!

What I began to move in children's literature, the fruit was a completely conscious decision. Since we have all "adult" literature is like it is designed for feeble-minded children, it is better to go frankly to the children. Children, it is hoped, have not yet become insane.

Are you writing for posterity?
The pampering!
For it is not praise contemporary.
Yes, for you like
He
No excess of fame no, no extra money!

Met The Lama
And The Dalai Lama.
(The Lama was in the highest degree -
Dama).
Lama, shall we?
Invited The Dalai.
Proudly
replied the Lama
The Dalai:
- I don't Davay!

Ah, I'm stupid? Great!
It means
What I
Not fooled!

I disagree with the rain -
Let me tell you something,
Even if it is all over
I will meet!

Breaking the birch, spruce, Rowan,
Think about what you will leave son!..
- What will poor son a break?
This
Edrena mother!

We should not think,
In Kenya
Live
Exclusively genius.
In Hindi, Pashto and Urdu
Often
Pony nonsense...
Sometimes
In the state of Botswana
Risk
To meet the fool,
Able
Another eskimo
To ask you
Stupid question,
And the residents
New Guinea
(As, indeed,
And the inhabitants of the Old Guinea)
Many are drivel...

Yes, there is no God.
The Marxists are right.
Would God -
He we would
From the Marxists
Saved.

A poem?
Music
Our heartbeat?
- Our mind
Secret singing?
Dance
Reason and imagination?
- What are you
A poem?
You're an inspiration!
You're insight!
Eternity
Open to us
For a moment!
Together
And mystery
And the revelation...
- Yes! -
Agrees
A poem.
All I
I,
Without a doubt!
I - inspiration
I - inspiration,
Unique repeat,
But
Adds it barely audible, -
Maybe
I should not put it so magnificently?
I
Just meaningless chatter,
If
Reader no from me.
You
Inspired and illuminated,
You, my reader,
Soul gifted,
You're more valuable to me than the heart in my chest.
Wait. Come.

Since ancient times, although considered to be
Only a poet needs inspiration
And what to write, harder to read
(I also do not reject this opinion!)
But the verse has become very special.
Seize a favorable moment:
You want to write them - or to read -
Not do you without inspiration!

To tell the truth?
Monuments - no.
Neither man-made nor miraculous.
The time - alas, erased the trail
All our works, and glorious, and shameful.
Erased the trail of victories, and other troubles,
Trail of inspiration and works of resistant,
Features kings on silver coins
And inscriptions in public restrooms,
The trail of the oceans and rock,
The Ground, her sisters - planets...
After all, every time - alas, only time.
And it will pass.
Erased the trail of the universe,
We managed, between the lines,
To read the grin of eternity.
Instant.
Erased trace...
But, cheer up, poet!
You also smiled to her in response.

"In his likeness the Creator
We created"
It is, of course, flattering.
But what is this similarity, I wonder?
It is time to finally understand!
The Lord Is Eternal. Unfortunately, the mayflies...
God He Is. We are, basically, scum.
He is the Almighty. A man so weak...
He Is The Master. And I the wicked servant...
He Is All-Good. And sometimes I'm so evil...
What may be our brother like Him?
What the Spirit may be similar to the flesh?
Inconceivable!
(As the Lord himself!)