color [Theme]

What does love taste like? This morning she is like a tea rose, with drops of dew, a little later - already a cloudy, thick peony of the color of fresh milk, with blurry pink patches, in the evening she is lavender grains, framed in gold by stars, or vice versa. And everyone chooses for himself what she should be and what he should be when she knocks on his heart.

May... Spring wove mint-colored ribbons into braids, the first May thunderstorms, and the air is permeated with a delicate smell of flowering chestnuts...

If people were awake at night and slept during the day, then all their things would be only dark gray. And one person from another would be distinguished only by the voice. But in the daytime, everything is simple: what clothes you wear, you will be. Dressed as a fireman - you are a fireman. Dressed as a general - go, command. It is immediately clear to everyone who you are.

With a palette of spring in my hands, I will paint the world in unusual colors with a brush of a mischievous wind, I will wash away sadness from tired eyes with warm torrential rain, I will smile with a dazzling rainbow, I will throw fluffy clouds of hope all over the sky and snow the earth with white bird cherry. And then I’ll put on my most beautiful dress, woven from a thousand flowers, and go waltzing with April, brush off all worries with the eyelashes of a light butterfly and fly, fortunately, like a swift bird, towards goodness, towards miracles.

Well folks, here she is. A real nuclear war with the Russians... Guys, I'm not an expert in making speeches. But I understand that there, on earth, a damn important thing happened. I also understand how serious you must be feeling right now. Hell, we wouldn't be real people if we didn't think anything about nuclear war. You must remember one thing - our people on earth are counting on us. And we must not let them down. I'll say one more thing. If this is even half as serious as I think, then after the mess is over, serious promotions and government awards await you. Everyone will receive them, regardless of race, skin color and religion. Now get yourself together. There is a big flight ahead.

White, red, black - all these are expressive emblems of changing times.

Miss Gridis's stockings were almost flesh-colored. One got the impression that she was not wearing them at all, that she was sitting naked in front of us, and it was this apparent nakedness, her unrealness, that made the spectacle better than if she really were without stockings.

It's about love in vain.

Like an angel lay the princess, she was so beautiful, for fainting did not spoil the color of her face: her cheeks were scarlet, her lips were like corals. Just close your eyes...

Blue is the color of the sky, and white and black are its frame, like air and earth. In the Cobalt Club, artists find creative inspiration like cranes soaring through blue skies.

Even if life throws me the only man whose color I do not see. The only man I don't understand. Who knows what color you will be Dad.

Tenderness... How we all miss it in this world teetering on the edge...

Circle in the sand. Along the edges are multi-colored candles. Red is passion, blue is peace, green is growth, pink is love. And black is also a symbol of midnight deeds, unspoken secrets, untold tales.

Look into yourself. In your most cherished, dear. Smile and say hello to him!