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Past? For the most part, it is smoke, a thick fog of subconscious events that must be dispeled in order to remember something useful.

Not gloomy clouds in the sky,
Not wind long howling,
Not caustic fog exhausted,
And the day was overshadowed.
That bad is not the first case
(When I'm angry out of jealousy -
Shouted! You asked, "Don't torture!")
I was separated from you...
Not the light of the golden luminaries,
Not sweet singing of birds,
Othello awakened in me -
Ruthlessly threw down!
That eye of your wondrous power,
That voice that motivates us to live,
That jealousy awakened in me,
That beast made me be.
Possessed by your beauty,
No to carry.
Let into his heart crushed,
Loss of unthinkable fear.
Through tears she whispered, "Beloved,
Read my faithfulness in your eyes."
But the jealousy of the strong lanympy -
I left happiness in my dreams.
Not gloomy clouds in the sky,
Not the wind of cold days,
Not caustic fog exhausted,
And my life made it sicker...
That bad once case
(When, like a jealous villain -
Shouted! Though she asked: "Do not torture!")
Forever separated me from her...

The heart will again believe in distant happiness.

Today was wet weather, it was raining, the wind was blowing, then the fog came down. And now it's a calm evening, and the stars shine in the clear sky. Well, in life everything happens about the same.

In us, the present God-bearing spirit only expands us wider!

And the darkness, fog, dull snares.

Tokyo is cute!
Your face rises from the fog,
pale, transparent -
like a woman fairy-tale face,
from the fog revealed to me...

Sakura mountain.

chewed tasteless people.

We are just a fog - before the almighty power of heaven!

How tired he is. Lack of sleep, fog, but the main thing is the eternal feeling of helplessness in front of the madness, which multiplied its faces every day ...

ON THEIR OWN STRENGTH
The soul of the brave luck will not leave,
Skillful will not slip out of their hands, will not leave will be will wayward;
In the squires venerable will produce their own
The luck of those who will throw away the slightest doubts in it,
Who at the very beginning of his way or the way on the half
Brave daring will not stop,
Who in each case on their own strength makes a calculation
And it is not lost either in the flames of fire or in the abyss...
AS NEVER HAPPENED
That the heart burned unbearably, painfully squeezed it,
Or, lying up with a stone, oppressed hard,
And what, it happened, even in the afternoon we will suddenly fine your brow.
As if suddenly a gloomy cloud darkened, -
Everything, like a morning fog, will dissipate, as it never happened,
Like the pain that during the night of sleep healing without a trace,
As soon as you destroy evil in yourself
And in the heart of the burning and evil his sting will be destroyed.

And the temple is open like a restaurant ...

A dream that disappeared into fog.