Author of quotes: Vladislav Khodasevich

That you're close.

The leaves rustle and dance as they fly up.

Needs to specify that the concept of "good partner" and "good man" does not coincide completely: on the contrary, in some ways contradict each other, and some traits of a good man unbearable for the cards; on the other hand, watching a great partner, sometimes I think that in life it ought to stay away.

Home I hate it at the same time, he can pick up on the street, mangy kitten and with infinite care to nurse him in his own pocket, handing over state examination.

I'm glad all: that the city got soaked
That roof, dusty yesterday
Today, clear silk lonjas,
Overthrow of the jet of silver.
I am glad that my passion has dried up.
Watching with a smile from the window,
How quickly you pass
On the slippery street one.
I'm glad you forgot me,
What came out of the porch
You're my window will not look.
Will not throw up on my face.

In a conversation cold; daily
Together we now destined.
It was used as bitter and funny
Now to call you Princess!
Alas! Old, good friend,
And the world is not the same and we are different.
Meanwhile in the den of close.
Maybe this time of night
Reads the boy unknown
The poems, inspired by you.

All in the same verse does not say,
Life is a magical, secret way,
Exactly long scarf that someone knit
Definitely waiting for someone, not grust about it.
Negutsa pensive loop
Hook-look - all yellow bone,
And don't know it will come, whether,
And what will it be, the long-awaited guest.
In the morning if he knocks on the window
Il stop inaudible suitable from the darkness
And with a smile, a little scary,
All at once dissolve that bound us.

Today I caught the tail of the devil is humility. Brought already to the last, to the limit, suddenly thought, wiser and more precious to humble, be humble and kind to everyone and everything. And now felt that it was of sleepless nights, a day of running around, from hunger and the quiet of the rain outside the window. Humility weak - BES. Humility is a strong angel.

Sweet after the rain smell the warm night.
Quickly a month runs in the slots of the white clouds.
Somewhere in the wet grass often shouts Dergach.
Here, for sly lips lips for the first time cling.
Here, touching you, my hands tremble...
Have passed since that time only sixteen years old.

If I lived a long time in the world
Must be at the end of days
Had fallen to the temptations of the network
Unhappy with my conscience.

Love people, love nature,
But I do not like to go for a walk,
And know that people
I do not understand.

In the days of huge shocks
Soul clearer, through blood and pain
Not rated yet total
All the wisdom of small teachings.
"Small be happy!" Amen!
Maybe there is no truth wiser
Than that, here, sitting in the heat I
And smoke on the tube is quiet and blue.
Stupid mockery and spit
Answer my confession,
But the Supreme court and the justification
Libra soul in me.

Wisdom was given to us single: all beings to follow the path of the grain.

With weak driving age troubled sleep,
Live all day, undisturbed and agitated,
And every night fall, struck by
Fatigue last kiss.