Author of quotes: Leonid Alekseevich Filatov

I live fast. For me the most anguish - when you see how wasted minutes.

At the window I stand, like canvas,
Oh, what's the beauty!
If someone messed up the colors
And Neglinka, and the arena.
Over Moscow gets green sunrise
The bridge is an orange cat,
And the Hawker in the metro sells
Oranges color beige.
Here is flickering trolleybus window
Passengers colored film.
I, comrades, very funny
Watch in window world.
This black man from a far country
So shy of his white,
And hewing with him guys
Purple ice cream.
And shakes her head guard,
Today he is taken aback by Moscow,
Damn he did not understand, not himself,
Like a fish on the rocks.
I'm running down the street, laughing,
Me any miracles on the shoulder,
Lanterns hang eat not want
As bananas in Somalia.

Showed the crowd the paper where the stamp and monogram,
And look you, hobo, they called for the king.

I turned the soul inside out
When I came to Dagestan:
"Rasul, get tickets to the Taganka!
You can do anything! Please, get!"
And turning to the whole village,
I moaned, bent in an arc:
"Want a tour to Honolulu?
Please! And this is - can't."

I was walking home, and the little brow
Sharpening the idea is similar to the wound:
Go crazy! To get on Taganka!
To get into the hall where the noisy light!..
In the darkness of the scenes, rejoicing,grieving,
To see the simple wonders of the alternation!
Get excited! Come to the indignation!
Come home! And there to recover.

Everyone happy with their fate:
Who revelry, and who struggle!..
The flute may wish,
Yes, not like the oboe!..

You, my friend, is that good, you see!..
By myself, Yes to tired?..
Yes, intelligent man
Day to chat away!..

When I feel a burning sensation in the chest,
I see from the other side of the field
To me rushing a little Olya
with heart-rending cry: "Grandpa, Ah, you wait and..."
And I Gogo, I still gozu,
and, it seems, can endure any flour,
Yet that tiny hand
in his exhausted hand hold.

No matter what you accidentally hurt,
No matter what you do, not from bullies,
What is important is that the world is still duel
On whom rests the fragile this world!..
No matter what you in the end is not killed,
No matter what your anger is wasted,
What is important is that in the world there is resentment,
To forgive the offender who can not be!..
No matter what you are sickened by the stupid poses
No matter what you shoot no good,
What is important is that in life there are more questions
To solve that maybe the only way!..
No matter what the duel for no reason,
No matter what the quarrel came out from behind the ladies,
What is important is that there is more to life men,
Which ashamed to hang on the courts!..

And we run, hurry, scurry, -
Reason to rush and really quite a lot -
And suddenly about his friend's death find out
Stumbled on the obituary column.
And standing in a crowded subway
Prepare to see this byave:
Here he lies, his face dead.
Here he is in a coffin. Here it is in a burial pit...
Changing residence and kinship,
It's angel treads the starry gravel
And all we have left of him, -
Half a dozen random pictures.

A terrible year!... Who is now to blame?
Weather, whether its rain and hail?
... Can live apart. And not even call.
But in a leap year to keep up.

On a leap year - a cursed year.
As we blithely forget
And trust life's fragile course
All the same steamers and trams
Meanwhile, in the ill-fated this year
We are studying closely the lens.
From thousands of individuals - not the... not the... not the...
Snatching a separate entity.
And some Supreme hand
In whom all the death and delays
Extending above the crowd cloud
Pulls us one by one.

Often say that turning to God when desperate situations, when there is nowhere to wait for help. And only then are we ready to go with him to the conversation. After such communication you understand that you need someone that you are not alone, you get some peace and realize that if you leave, it will take forever.

About not so fly life lightly slow step.
Other out live, unhurried and detailed.
And I live - bridges, railway stations, race courses.
Promahova so that only the hiss in my ears.