Author of quotes: Anatoly Mariengof. Page 4

I recall my childhood, and I have a sick affection heart.

Around mighty mud. It is like razevshiysya pig, grunting and snuffling.

Stars like washed good scented soap and wiped dry with a Turkish towel. The freshness, the vivacity and cheerfulness of the shining old women extraordinary.

I'm sure these girls were on the street because of their kindness. They liked to please people.

With a thin round lip falling yellow hair.

A terrible injustice: men blush to sixty years, women up to sixteen.

When taste needs some will grow to understand the necessity of a little pink flower on your windowsill, and the sophistication of other oprostite before clicking the yellow birds, will come the Golden age.

The passport bit was over fifty, the heart eighteen. The British speak well: the costume so much time on how it looks.

In the body love is like a Blizzard.
Blood
Fire
And ash.
The gentle friend
You took from me.
Now, dear, forgive.
All in advance forgiven.
To the end and without the edge
Were you affectionate and sweet.
The flame
Ash
And snowstorm.
In the wild drifts way.
Only here the loving friend
I'll never get back.

Well, death will be brave!
It will still take over the gills.

So let's agree, Madam;
Its your life, if you please, I give up.
But his hand - no, sorry, not shake.
Let us judge the time and the offspring
With the killers I'm not Dating.

With thee, gentle friend
A friend
Like a circus horse in a circle,
We rode the circle of life.

You, Russians, really love to bathe!
Yes. Love.
I noticed, Monsieur, that every day you take a bath.
- And you, Madam? The French?
- Oh, no, Monsieur! Why do we often wash? After all, we're clean.
Striking nation.

I love Your guitar,
She has a great soul.
About anything I have not asked
Only very comforting.