Author of quotes: Olga Fedorovna Bergholz. Page 2

I die on the first day of the war, on the first day of the world, because it will not be in this day, and this will mean that it will never come.

We will come without flowers, in battered helmets,
in heavy jackets, the frozen half masks
as an equal, welcoming the troops.
And spread their wings ensiform,
above us stand bronze Glory
holding a wreath in charred hands.

I say: we, the citizens of Leningrad,
unfazed by the roar of a cannonade,
and if tomorrow there will be barricades -
we will not leave our barricades.
And women with the soldiers stand by
and children our bullets bring,
and all of us need bloom
vintage banners of Petrograd.

Nothing will come back.
All designed time.
Pulled days
in the darkness and anguish, breaking off,
bring these grim, serious line
I you reason to hide.
But don't worry. I our agreement will not violate.
Will be no tears, no issues
not even a reproach.
I just tight closes
empty soul,
better understand that now
forever alone.

You see - it takes time for stargazing
and, it seems forever to bring...
... And I'm only now understand how
to love, to pity, to forgive, and be forgiven...

Well, my friend, will spend the winter,
endured, burn yourselves out...

I'm so afraid that everyone love
will lose again...
So now I cherish and hoard
people love.
And if anyone laughs - not afraid:
the days will come,
when my anxiety prophetic
will they understand.

In a bomb shelter in the basement
naked light bulbs burn...
Maybe we'll fail,
Circle talk about bombs...
... I never with such force,
as for this fall, not mine.
I never so beautiful,
so enamored was not.

Die, and you will remain as before,
and will not change your features.
Over every wound of thy black
azure will grow flowers.

... need to know "life is people", but my, my bitter and withdrawing life - also means something. But no, she's not for you doesn't mean anything, and we ourselves all the time suomalaisia.
A woman, dying in the plow - awful, and with me - isn't that the same thing!

I'm coming for you
To the next track.
I kiss him
The light in the light.
I sleepless like you
Nonsense in nonsense.
Know as well as you
There is no death.