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And Caribbean hurricanes that you are looking for, just swinging the roof, nothing beneath it change.

Petrel lives on the crest of the cliff, -
I heard from an old sailor.
It sparkles in the foam wings and moans
Glides over the waves in the sea does not sink,
Swinging slowly on shaky azure,
When calm and silent screams before the storm.
It flies under the cloud, with the ridges nearby,
As our dreams between heaven and hell.
Heavy he air to air, easy to sea.
Here, the bird is a poet, and joy and sorrow.
And worst of all, the scientist cautiously
The story of the seaman would be considered a mere fairy tale.

Of storms you will not like it.

- Storm! Soon the storm will break!
This is a bold stormy Petrel proudly flies between the lightning over the sea roaring in anger; the prophet cries victory:
- Let it storm!..

The storm mist conceals the sky,
Vortices snow spinning;
Then, as the beast, she zavoet,
Then cry like a child
The roof is dilapidated
Suddenly a rustle of straw,
Then, as a traveler belated,
To us through the window zastuchit.

... And the storm finally struck them with all its weight.

But after the storm it is peace and calm. They drove people crazy...

Storm is the best present in my life.

Peace is more than a storm, because it comes before, and after.

... before a big storm, the wind subsides for a moment, and then it seems that the thunderstorm has passed.

Sooner or later, every hurricane, every storm will blow over... and then there's the usual calm. No storm lasts forever...

A wise man fears three things: a storm at sea, a moonless night, and the anger of a gentle man.

You have become a storm, but the storm that is needed to rip from the root of all stale and rotten.

Storm on the sea is better orgies in the morgue!