nostalgia [Theme] Page 7

Many mankind has acquired with the development of industrial civilization, but how many have been lost! But the loss of horses as draft animals, carriages - like vehicles, swords as weapons, the word "sir"- as treatment, as well as the mass of cute and good ideas and things - they all went for the dusty Museum, the braid, I am especially sorry for sailing ships. Who knows, maybe they'll be back - and not just for filming or training voyages, and as a means of transportation. For this it is necessary that people stupid in their lives have realized that they have nowhere to hurry, that beauty must save the world and more environmentally friendly engine than sail and wind, impossible to imagine.

The cynicism inherent in the students in the first three years of study, oddly enough, postepenno turns into nostalgia, which by June is born of regret. About the wasted time. About missed opportunities. About carefree, which now will be unavailable.

Our life seemed to me then the most common, and now, sifted through a sieve of memories is just incredible and amazing. It must be nostalgia and longing.

Wind of nostalgia hugged her shoulders, as a good old friend.

Go back to the old.

I came to the point where
stop the nostalgia,
where tears become
white as alabaster.

You can't understand, but outside of Russia I don't find the meaning. Your tongue is dry, he scratches my mouth. Here I'm not human, I'm the clown, a nobody, someone's toy...

I hate nostalgia, because she just gets on every nerve ending, every cell of the skin, comes out with perspiration, and makes you hysterical even the strongest of people.

Nostalgia still lived in it, and, to be clear, nostalgia is ridiculous. The illusion that in our boring past there is a famous charm.

I wanted to be a crimson autumn leaf,
To wind gust would catch me,
And, lifting over the forests, over snowy ridge
On the native side put me...

You know, nostalgia is denial. Denial of the painful present...

Misty morning, morning, gray,
Fields sad, snow covered,
Reluctantly and remember the time past,
Remember and persons long forgotten.

I was walking in the dark rainy night
And in the old house, at the window,
Learned brooding eyes
My anguish. - In tears, one
She looked into the distance raw...
I admired without end,
Like the youth of yore
Learned in the features of her face.
She looked up. Heart sank,
The fire went out and the day broke.
Raw morning sostojalos
In her forgotten glass.

I miss myself... the... cheerful, bright, sincere. It's only been a couple of years, and all around so quickly changed, and drove me into a corner late old age. I too have been through a lot...