“whether it's the bitter treasury of folk wisdom or sweet adages and dicta, whether it's the dust of the bedamned or the dismay of the beloved, the sacks of bums or Judas's sums, whether it's movement from or standing by,… — Sasha Sokolov Copy Share Image
“You want to leave the moat, to go back to the room; you’re already turning and trying to find the door, covered with fake… — Sasha Sokolov Copy Share Image
“The rhododendron, growing every minute somewhere in Alpine meadows, are far happier than we, for they know neither love, nor hate, nor the Perillo… — Sasha Sokolov Copy Share Image
“Because what should I fear facing eternity, if today the wind tousles my hair, freshens my face, blows into the collar of my shirt,… — Sasha Sokolov Copy Share Image
“My love and my joy, if I die from illness, madness or sadness, if before the time allotted me by fate is up, I… — Sasha Sokolov Copy Share Image
“whether it's the bitter treasury of folk wisdom or sweet adages and dicta, whether it's the dust of the bedamned or the dismay of… — Sasha Sokolov Copy Share Image
“The song of the years, the melody of life. Everything else - is not you, all others are strangers. And you yourself, who are… — Sasha Sokolov Copy Share Image
