Author of quotes: Mariya S. Petrov

We started without titles
To complete no names.
We even talk about the glory
It seemed pathetic and ridiculous.
<...>
And the fierce thirst of fame
All life to satisfy his needs,
When Russia says the head
Liberating the war -
Without hesitation, without errors -
Page of grief and victories,
And in the fields, wide bright
Fires wildly light...
Live, heart, full measure,
Don't hide the poverty of nothing
And unwavering believe
In the star of thy people.

Love me. I pitch dark.
Blind, confused, a sinner.
But you,
Love me? The fate to destiny.
Watch out in the dark sky of stars
Suddenly appear. So just
Love me, love me,
As like the night glow of the day.
You and then there is no choice:
Because I am darkness and you light.

If to speak seriously,
Only one in my life nice
Since the cold, so cold,
The spirit caught.
<...>
You all age of live game
Cat and mouse, hide and seek, hide and seek.
And for me that was:
Happiness - happiness, grief - stricken.
To light and to darkness.
However, we still argue.

What kind of game is this?..
There is no words, no tears, no strength...
You can fall out of love I understand
But come, tell me that he loved.
What these poluvzglyada?
Sudden tenderness not understand.
Rejecting, hug is not necessary.
Isn't that insulting?
I always marvel at you as a miracle.
Not to find such among the people.
I will never forget
Merciless pity your...

I am equal to you zero.
What about how to interpret, it is fine.
I still love you
Enthusiastically and relentlessly,
And loitering, as in hop,
The alley unlit,
Repeat that you love
Mercilessly and delightfully.

I here loved it as it is,
Not to tell, not count -
Spring, loved spring,
And winter for the white,
And summer for the sullen heat,
And autumn... she's with me
The deal was a special,
To know do not try it.
She leads me in secret,
And every time the first time
A jingling of keys and lock
In such storage,
Where indeed is breathtaking
From crimson and gold,
A voice deep and deaf -
I said slowly out loud
All that said once.

You live, serenita beautiful.
All yourself, only for yourself keeping.
Dovetail beauty in vain,
Beauty listennow fire.
Your harmony, your gait
Admire anyone who look.
The beauty of green eyes with a stroke
Envy could DOE.
Alaska and tenebrosa,
You really marvel at the good...
Proud, cold, harsh,
Shumopogloschenie soul.
Marble the beauty of flawless,
Perfection sample live...
Self-denial, careless,
Reckless - the lot is not yours.
There are possible and impossible
You between them spent abroad
Live with caution careful
Not doing any good, nor evil.

Well, if to speak without hypocrisy,
You're not a day - retreat on,
I see it in your eyes
And evasive smile -
I see, my friend, without error,
There is no return to miracles.
Goodbye. Love can not be
Blind hearts will not awaken.
I'm a rock in your way.
You can stone to get around.
But I want to say something else:
I guess you're in the mountains visited,
And the stone under your foot
Frustrated, falling into failure.

What to do! My soul is impoverished
And away slipped away.
I have something someone promised
And all deceived.
But I didn't mean to, and it just so happens
And at the end of life.
What to do! Soul of me is gone
To walk in freedom.
And where she wanders? Meet anyone?
What surprised?..
And without it I do not remember the beginning,
The beginning was forgotten.

And so it happens: live - not live
As years go, friends die,
And suddenly you are convinced that the world is not like
On the former, and your heart burns.
First feature of the horizon cutting
Video line between life and death,
And now so low floating clouds,
And this is, perhaps, the fate of the charity.
The age to bring him
Of loss, of parting, perhaps, he
And froze the mist of tears nephrolith
A straight and sharp line of the horizon.
So many favorites left light,
But you are talking with them, as has happened,
Forgetting that they're gone...
Hell's horizon in the fog disappeared.
The easier it is, the easier it is to move,-
There are the same groves and the winter crop these W...
You just did not notice in the path
In conversation with the deceased - she won't notice.

- Black Raven, black Vrana
Were you a thief or not steal?
- Steal, steal.
I was whiter than snow,
I stole your brief century.
How many of you went to grass,
I one for all alive.
- Black Raven, black Vrana
Were you a thief or are you lying?
- Lied.

Your grave of eternal restlessness,
The muffled murmur of the bustle of human.
What I have left, my angel of heaven!
Without you will die in agony useless.
Without you I will die in the dumb iron.
Heart weary sadness the death.
Grief piled stone Board.

I heard someone, at the very edge
Calling out to me. Someone's calling, dying,
And who - I do not know, do not know where
Escape me, but someone, somewhere trouble
And should be there, and hurry -
Perhaps, save, carry, heat,
Maybe I'll have time and legs are shaking,
And the heart will die, and terror is compressed
The whole world, where motionless I stand, looking around,
And we listen, and try to understand -
Whose voice?.. And left anxious longing,
She call them peace.

Fate was looking after me in both
To suddenly beat me loss.
I lost a friend, husband, brother,
I have received letters from the coffin.
She is particularly attentive to me
And the dumb flour torovat.
And that happiness disappeared without a return...
What I do not understand such anger?
And all the sly, all hush-hush.
And here sitting on the edge of threshold
The old woman at the broken trough.
- What? - told you.-
Really old woman.
No memory, no vision, no hearing.
Sits, mumbling about fate, about God...