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Let there be kilometers between us, Let there be cities between us, Let me be where the evil winds are, And you – where the sun and heat are. Even if we are with you on different continents, it doesn’t matter! There is no need for sad sentiments, That we are parting forever.
After all, distance, of course, cannot stop us! It is possible to love, even forever, all you have to do is wish it.
Well, in general, what’s the point of fussing about what needs to be experienced? I promise not to change and continue to love you!
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Distance has separated you and me, We are far from each other! It’s not sweet in my soul, my beloved, I know that it’s not easy for you either,
Kilometers of travel separate us from you. Your image in my heart is frozen for centuries, Love unites you and me! And he will always do this!
Distance is no obstacle for lovers! Although it is difficult to understand, After all, you are the only one in the world And you need to realize this!
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Through distances, through time and barriers, love flies to you and demands a reward, Waits for mutual feelings, kisses, affection, Waits for tenderness, bliss, a sweet fairy tale.
My love can do everything, will be able to do everything, will overcome sadness and separation in an instant, and will tie our destinies into a strong knot, where to find happiness, she will show.
My love is not afraid of distances, I can love all my life, believe me, I am able to dream with you, enjoy you, and remain your love-passion.
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It so happened that now the separation of the winds sings sad blues for us. But know that I’m not afraid of them
And I believe that by fate we are connected with you. I'm looking forward to meeting you, I love you! And time I pray
Run faster, So that I can hug you again, So that my hearts are in unison, So that everything comes true, and not a dream!
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I miss you so much, my love! And distance won’t scare me, I’ll overcome everything with you, darling, just to see you and hug you soon!
And love flares up stronger than weakness, And your voice knocks in my chest... I wish I could muster courage and bravery, To leave the distance behind!
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We love each other so much! Let's close our eyes for miles. Go away, blind separation, Open the path of love to heaven.
We will meet soon, and yet, I always miss you. We can be happy together. Thanks to fate for this.
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Love at a distance is painful, There are tender confessions in calls and letters, A languid wait for a meeting... There is nothing stronger for the feeling of testing!
If our love is truly strong, then the distance will not extinguish the flame, but will turn it into a raging fire! So take care of your love as a gift!
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Loving from a distance is not as easy as it seemed, It’s much easier to talk, When you were not concerned The problem of being at a distance With the person we love, And being in that state, When there is almost no strength to be bored! All those who loudly declare that they can get through all this, Probably have no idea how difficult it will be not to walk away from these eternal promises, from words of delight and love, and from the fact that distances can surpass all this!
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Distance is not a hindrance for love, Love is the formula for success! You have me, I have you, And all our dreams are with us!
While you are far away, I miss your eyes, I miss the hands of my family! Come back soon, darling, I miss you very much, dear!
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They say, dear, distance hardens the hearts of lovers. But what a punishment - Just to contemplate you in a photo,
Receive smiley kisses, The greed of your lips remembering yours, And, swinging the pendulum of time, Be extremely bored every moment.
Oh, what about love at a distance Fanning the fire of passions! How eagerly the desires pulsate! And tearing off the veil of modesty,
I promise a cascade of pleasure, I will incinerate the pain of separation Lips with napalm to the ground in an instant! I'm really looking forward to seeing you and loving you!
“Fountain” – Fyodor Tyutchev
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See how the shining fountain swirls like a living cloud; How it burns, how its moist smoke breaks up in the sun. Rising to the sky with a ray, he touched the cherished heights - And again, with fire-colored dust, he was condemned to fall to the ground. O mortal thought water cannon, O inexhaustible water cannon! What incomprehensible law strives for you, troubles you? How greedily you strive for the sky!.. But the invisible hand of fate, Your persistent ray, refracting, Overthrows in spray from the heights.
“At the bottom of my life...” – Alexander Tvardovsky
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At the bottom of my life, at the very bottom, I want to sit in the sun, on the warm foam. And so that the fallen foliage would show off in the slanting rays of the recent evening. And let it be so, that there is no small hassle - Your entire age, but there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll overhear my thoughts without interference, I’ll draw a line with an old man’s wand: No, still no, it’s okay that by chance I was here and checked the box.
Sayings about the inner beauty of those to whom feelings are directed
Statuses about the beauty of a person’s soul are often used by lovers - those who are more capable than others of appreciating the merits of their beloved’s spirit.
- A whole army of those who coveted your body are not worth even a fingernail of the one who loved you for the beauty of your soul.
- There is no need to look for perfection. Find someone whose soul will be dear to you - it will seem truly beautiful to you.
- You will always see what you love as beautiful.
- Only beauty can reach heavenly heights; Only a beautiful soul can be loved.
- Those who pay attention only to your physical advantages and do not value your inner world will admire others in a minute. Give it credit: Start giving other fans credit, too.
- If you do not consider the soul of your lover beautiful, your feelings are like a counterfeit coin.
- Some people think that it is impossible to build a relationship without a beautiful, attractive body of their beloved. Such people forget that beautiful bodies are in abundance, and true feelings are rare, like the color of a fern.
“Get in touch with silence...” – Terenty Travnik
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Get in touch with silence - And silence will help you. The line needs peace - the stroke, the stroke and the note too. Everything perfect lives in a soul filled with peace. “He who seeks will always find,” But be worthy of what is found! So, embodying God's gift, Artist, do not lose peace, After all, your multiplied talent Can only be compared with the silence that you preserved in your soul, creating Motifs of the heavenly splendors, Not for others, not for yourself, But for the coming new years!
“Music” – Bulat Okudzhava
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Here are the ringing notes of the organ, either separately or together, and the silken loops of the lasso on my throat are tightened. And the music dances flexibly in front of me, and everything comes to life down to the smallest detail: a speck of dust, a guilty smile so colors the depth of her eyes! The night mosquito, like a hussar officer, is thin, and some woman stands, clutching some volume of poetry to her chest, and an old man falls to his knees, and every gesture is as great as the distance, and the dead twig is alive, alive... And I’m ashamed of my small efforts and for irreparable words. ...That's the power of music. You can hardly argue with her thoughtlessly and easily, as if the copper pipes were calling somewhere hot and far away... And the music’s swift body floats, shouting to someone unknown: “Where are you all?!” Is that really the point?!” What is it? Why is it? For what?!! ...Holy shit, I haven’t gotten tired of anything yet!
“It’s raining and slushy outside...” – Alexander Blok
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It’s raining and slushy outside, You don’t know what to grieve about. And it’s boring, and I want to cry, and there’s nowhere to put my strength. Dull melancholy without reason And a persistent frenzy of thought. Come on, let's stab some torches and blow up the samovar! Perhaps, even after a tea hangover, my grumpy speeches will warm your sleepy eyes with random fun. For loyalty to the ancient order! For living slowly! Perhaps, a soul that has taken a sip of tea will dissolve the grief!
“I’m becoming calm...” – Rimma Kazakova
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I become calm. Is it simple? ...I always lacked basketball height. The braid was missing. There wasn't enough beauty. There wasn't enough for blouses and a watch. There was not enough comrade to accompany me, to hold my mitten in the entrance. They didn’t get married for a long time - there wasn’t enough mystery. They didn’t take it, but they lied about morality and decency. The radio was loudly chattering and chattering about joy to me... But I still didn’t have enough. I missed March, the warmer melt, I missed kindness and trust. I lacked it, like moisture in parched earth, I lacked naked truth. Oh, the mediocre discord between deeds and words! You, discord, are like debauchery: whoever you mess with is broken. You chop roughly, at the root. How many souls have you won? I become calm - I made a choice. The dawn became the dawn, and the sunset became the sunset... Nothing can split our souls like an atom.
“A fire burns like a bright sun in the forest...” – Afanasy Fet
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A fire blazes in the forest like a bright sun, And, shrinking, the juniper crackles; Like drunken giants, a crowded choir, Flushed, staggers the spruce forest. I forgot to even think about the cold night, - It warmed me to the bones and to the heart; What was confusing, hesitatingly, rushed away, Like sparks in smoke, flew away. Let at dawn, descending ever lower, the smoke above the ashes freeze forlornly; For a long, long time, until late, the light will glow sparingly, lazily. And the lazily and sparingly flickering day will indicate nothing in the fog; A bent stump near the cold ash turns black alone in the clearing. But the night frowns - the fire will flare up, And, curling, the juniper will crackle, And, like drunken giants, the crowded choir, Blushing, will stagger the spruce tree.
“Happiness” – Samuil Marshak
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How festively the garden was bloomed with purple and white lilacs. Today is a special - lilac - day, the beginning of a blooming summer. In just a few days, the bushes were dressed up, newly opened leaves, into large and lush clusters of flowers, into thick and moist brushes. And we remember with what simplicity, with what hope and passion we searched for five-petalled “happiness” between the stars in a dense cluster. Since then, the bushes of this generous lilac have bloomed in front of us so many times. And if we haven’t found happiness yet, Then maybe it’s only out of laziness.
“After the Storm” – Boris Pasternak
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The air is full of the passing thunderstorm. Everything has come to life, everything is breathing, as if in paradise. With all the blooming of the lilac clusters, Lilac absorbs a stream of freshness. Everything is alive with changing weather. The rain floods the roofs of the gutters, But the transitions are ever brighter than the sky, And the heights behind the black cloud are blue. The artist’s hand is even more powerful, washing away dirt and dust from all things. Life, reality and reality come out of his dyehouse more transformed. The memory of half a century goes backwards like a thunderstorm. A century has passed out of his care. It's time to give way to the future. It is not shocks and upheavals that clear the way for a new life, but revelations, storms and generosity for someone’s inflamed soul.
