La vie facile à utiliser

Curse century - a rush
And the man, wiping the sweat
Rushing through life, as a pawn,
Once hunted in time trouble.

Hurriedly drink hastily love
And the soul descends.
Hastily beat, quickly destroy,
After repenting, slowly.

But you even used one in the world,
When he sleeps, or boils,
Stop the horse in a lather,
Sensing the abyss at the hooves.

 

Stop me half way,
Trust in the sky as a judge.
Think, if not of God,
Just to be about me.

The rustle of leaves decayed,
Under Fireman hoarse cry,
Understand: run up - pathetic
Stalled - great.

Dust sweeping vanity of vanities,
You remember forever finally
And indecision holy
Will flow to the legs like lead.

There undecided force
When the wrong way
Next to misrepresent
You do not dare to go.

As a step towards the goal smartly
As the steps over the bodies,
Stop, forgetting God,
You walk hand in hand on their own self!

Trampling the leaves someone face
Stop it, you're blind as a Wii,
And the chance to stay
Madness haste Thou shalt not kill.

Stop walking blindly,
On the world's population,
Freeze flying out of the Colt, the bullet,
And a bomb in the air Freeze!

Oh man, whose name is holy,
Looking up with a prayer heavenward,
Of decay and depravity
Stop, stop!
Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Franz Marc Bathing Girls
Brooklyn artist Leah Yerpe of all the rich diversity of modern materials to chose one: coal.

In his pictures, Leah Yerpe explores the contradictions and emotions
relationships that can exist between people.
World understood and accepted this artist. Her work has been featured in numerous exhibitions around the world and published in such publications as the Journal of "PMC" and "Visual".

Franz Marc Paintings

  ... and want you to brew tea with spices this rainy autumn? scent of cardamom and cinnamon remind you of sunny summer ... ginger and nutmeg will warm to these colds days and evenings ...

even add a drop of tenderness that your thoughts become light and airy ... like a flock of small butterflies ... ... and maybe you will come to the new, warm Tales ...

  Tea with pretzels from Anuta Silivonchik

Nice to get up early in the morning,
With jam tea pohlebat.
Pleasant tea and evening.
Pleasant in the cold and in hot weather.
And alone, and with the people,
And just like that, and with a sandwich,
With cheesecake or pretzels,
With lemon or milk.
Green, black, herbal,
In bags and loose.
Inside becomes warmer,
Spiritual, sweeter, more fun -
Just pour tea into the cup.
All adult uncle and aunts
Teas are driven at work.
And the girls, even decent,
It is of a pretty,
Consider an invitation to tea
tempting offer.

drink some tea

 

white seeds

With a breeze

wet hares

 

People are waiting for something.
Pending live.
In anticipation of a painful,
Waiting for the weary,
In anticipation of anxiety,
And, sometimes, hopeless,
Waiting for the perfect
And, sometimes, not in vain.

Waiting for something amazing,
Waiting for something surprising.
They are waiting for the winter summer.
In summer, winter waiting while.

Waiting for the tram and happiness waiting
Waiting when the rains pass.
One hopes that will brighten all,
Better, sweeter, more fun.
Waiting for life passes.
Nothing happens ...

 

I've got a suspicion:
All women, I think, without exception,
(This is for some reason)
Of course, like to a man ran after them.
Also, I honestly want to tell you:
Which conceal, why hide it?
Naturally, the women all like
Men are all, without exception, enjoy.

To whom it may not like it
Men are all, without exception, like it?
And those that say they do not like
Men are all, without exception, like
Just shamelessly lying.
(Apparently, it also is kakie0to causes)

 

Dinner with seafood

My chick

moored

picnic

Draw me a sheep

 

Silivonchik Anna D. was born in 1980 in the city of Gomel. He currently lives and works in Minsk. Graduated Republican Lyceum of Arts in Minsk, the Belarusian State Academy of Arts (Department of easel painting). In 2008 Entered into Belarusian Union of Artists. Awarded the medal "Talent and Vocation" international alliance "Peacemaker." His works are in the National Museum of the Republic of Belarus, the Museum of Modern Art (Minsk), the Museum of Contemporary Russian Art (Jersey City. USA), the funds of the Gomel Palace and Park Ensemble (Gomel, Belarus) and private collections in Belarus, Russia, France, USA, Japan, Israel, Italy, Germany and Poland. by oil paintings art maker

 

Seven Pounds is given to us in the sublunary world
And every time you're in a different form:
Blade of grass, wood, and even in the heavenly expanse,
Spread their wings and soar eagle!

What are you - a flower, a butterfly flutter,
Was speaking out proudly, royally - lion!
That blue-eyed virgin younger
On someone else's happiness is the best of the DEV!

Was you who il than who will say exactly?
Shall not apply to the wise men!
Oh, if the berry, the most tender, juicy,
Oh, if the bird - the glory of heaven!
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Not just a tree, and a proud cypress,
Not just a cat, and the wife of a lion,
Not just a woman - beauty, queen,
Who does not subside song-rumor!

What does it mean to the world of a woman suddenly appear?
Oh, it's a heavy cross, hard work!
It can only be recouped LOVE,
It forces draw, dream and live.

by fabian perez paintings for sale