“The song of the years, the melody of life. Everything else - is not you, all others are strangers. And you yourself, who are you? You don't know. You'll get to know it later, when you string the beads of… — 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
