Author of quotes: Stepan Petrovich Schipachev

His love fingering date
I can't imagine one thing:
You another man I was once
About you I did not know anything.
Whatever passed the time
And as I come from the earth,
I again and again to bless the road
What us with you to the meeting led.

I know how the waves from a stone I bet.
Between the raw bluish rocks
I met a girl by the sea.
- Well here! - just said.
Long we stood on the shore.
In the evening she came again.
Kruglovoj heaved the skiff,
on the sand lay three paddles.
And easily we were in conversation,
words special I was looking for.
Brown, splashed with sea
small hands kissed
And today it sweeter
also all the palm of her heat.
Let her say that and the sea shallow,
I don't believe that love has gone.

Everything was breathing such silence,
that the whole earth was still asleep, it seemed.
Who knew that between peace and war
only some five minutes left!
I'm on the other not be singing about anything
and glorified a life of your road
when b modest army trumpeter
I have these five minutes sounded the alarm.

And we swung the steel in blood was bathed.
So it was necessary we went:
We swords road was cut through,
Carrying a dream of the future of the earth.

There is a book of eternal love. Some barely
Some pages turned,
Other, all forgotten, it was read,
Tears poured words.
It is read by many thousands of years.
From the rows of her, and I no rest.

Sometimes you kiss the one sometimes - this
In the cigarette blue smoke.
Maybe the accusations no sense,
Yes to moralize and not to the person of the poet,
But I'm scared to grow old fact,
Who love, like a small coin,
Handed out, not knowing myself who.

Love to be able to cherish,
The years to cherish doubly.
Love is not sighs on a bench
and not walks under the moon.
All the newly-fallen snow and slush.
Because we should live life.
Love with a good song is similar,
a song is not easy to fold.