I'll stay alone and let my tears flow. That's it: come on, come on, get off! And again stand on the sidelines, and my heart is de-energized. Yes the song sounds on an empty Bank: "How sweet it is

You call – grab your voice, as a straw to fish out of boredom. Beach colors lures, rings of grass, reliable boat, paddles your light, each Bush is brightly illuminated by the sun, the birds sing, your

Summer is in full swing. And this you, Unreal how the smell of snow. But I take flowers from your hands, Looks like a piece of sky. I'll serve you an Apple. – You'll break it in two. I created you, Adam.,

From July there was a taste of honey, And let the summer come late, Behind the cherry blossoms The world was an Apple-tree enchanted. Bees did not spare their strength, To honey to prepare a cell, We're

I dream you. So the leaves dream of rain. So attracts moisture in the depths of the well. You come and stately, and handsome, and the sun in your eyes is laughing. And warm rain, transparent, weightless…

Like a forest river, it's a name: clay and flowing water – dark, but this light is deep… Softness and strength of ice in winter… Sonorous, transparent, like ice, you take it, but the heart does not hurt!

Your pride and shame, your eternal pain – native land forever with you, no replacement for her, no matter how much I look for, you'll still get bored... You will live, someone else's fate Vlach, subsisting

Transparent wings rustling at midnight… Bats need help! They do not harm a person, Let's take them into custody! They are in gratitude for something without question Easily destroy the blood-sucker squad.

Cat sleeping on my pillow – Winter night and bad weather. Right to the top of the warm belly – Got the same fashion! Lights out at the head To dream something funny, And its cat's love Keeps away the fog

Stirred in the fire Golden beetles… After all, dream of such a Wake sometimes: Cat Matroskin in the garden created kebabs And crunchy frogs filed on the second. Ball bone gnawed, the postman was humming,

Ah, what a stone in the heart! Thrown into the water-drowning. Over the wave spletno hands, Axe going down, To sibuna cheek cling. With blue temples Hard lay at the bottom. Right, better b this stone I

Maybe I'm an owl., To have things not being in honor, Night light cool words On the daily languages to translate. No wealth, no love won't bring These vigils. Quite the opposite: Than offend and unjust

Come at night expensive black Silver under the starry roof, And he who hears the unspeakable, And who knows what might have been, And he who turns back opens the way, Changing the point. Tramp-the wind

I pour Holy water over cups. A little doctor, a little magic. And what else do you want to do In my incomplete seventy-nine? Weakened hands, climbed curls, I forgot about Kama Sutra. Not warm the heart

The time will come-the Lord of the prodigal son will ask: "Whether you're happy in the life?".. I. A. Bunin From a cloudy day-longing for happiness Unfulfilled even in the spring, Over the rainbow,

Childish horror of a young wanderer, With pain clothed in words: You'll die, and all around will remain – And river, and birds, and grass. How come? Moment by moment This world is filled to the edge Life,

Not the last, not the first, Not black and not white, Not was on life a bitch, But the Bush was not. Not chasing the share of satisfying, The attainment of the price, Naughty, curious, How fun gravel…

My mind says: "not a superstition!», But for some reason I want to admit, In seventy, I believe in love, As hard to believe sometime in the eighteen. Sit by the window, light the candle again And

Nice and you?

Rushing outside the window the night, Well, that gray house, came, I think And if you're not here, I won't frown - In "Magnet" for cognac and goodbye life I'll disappear into the gloomy kitchen.