Quintessence of Love - True love, as is known, is ruthless...

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                              - Is this a speedometer? - askedshe taps her finger on  
                              device.                          
                                 “Yes, dear,” I answered.  
                              in a gentle voice.                   
                                 - Do the headlights turn on here? -  
 she continued to be interested.    
                                 “Yes, honey,” I still answered.  
                              more tender.                           
                                 - And this is the ignition,  
                              really, honey?                    
                                 - Yes, my dear, - and I took off  
                              take your foot off the gas pedal because  
                              the courier was approaching the move  
                              train.                            
                                 - What kind of funny thing is this?  
                              pedal?  - she asked forcefully  
                              pressing it with your little one  
                              leg.                           
                                 - This, my love, is the gateway to  
                              paradise, - I answered softly  
                              in an angelic voice, picked upgolden harp and rushed off to  
 heaven.                           

               Loves golden arrow                               
               At she should have fled                          
               And not Deaths ebon dart                         
               Then strike her dead                               

True love, as we know, is merciless...                   

               I love steel palms                          
               And the iron curtain on a red background               
               Raw lips under the crow                          
               And bodies eaten by worms                        

                                 I caught Love by the tail, but  
                              she turned out to be a real snake.    

 The world is dreaming a wonderful dream,                        
               The pale streets are unrecognizable.                          
               Only in love my bamnupy                         
               There will be no time for sleep again.                           

If love could be our god and the world                   
If he served as her altar, it would be worth living forever.                     

               And I dreamed: love rules the world,           
               And I dreamed: he rules the worlddream.            
               And above this the star burns beautifully,               
               I woke up and realized there was trouble.                      

                                 There are three types of love.  
                              Student: there is something, there is c  
                              by whom, but nowhere.  Impotent:  
                              there is someone with, there is where, but nothing.  
 Philosophical: there is something, there is c  
                              by whom, there is where, but - why?!       

               Bloody love                                      
               Bloody love inside of you                        

Love is a thirst for the unknown, brought to                    
madness.                                                        

               And then their chests swelled, taking in air            
               with a clearly audible whistle, and it thundered,         
               reflecting from the walls, a powerful word:                
               - Love!                                       
               “Love,” Pestrushka squealed.                

                                 A man walks through a cemetery at night.  
                              Looks like another guy  
 makes love with twowomen. He to him:             
                                 - Give me at least one!               
                                 - Give it, give it!  Take it yes  
                              dig up!                          

               I tried to get away from love                         
               I took a sharp razor and edited myself.              
               I took refuge in the basement, I cut                     
               Leather straps tightening the weak chest.           

It is impossible to love and be wise at the same time,                  
perhaps even for God himself.                                     

               She kissed him on the lips:                       
               - I love you!                                 
               The tongue still did not obey the Herald,        
 so, despite all his desire, he does nothing         
               couldn't answer.                                
               "Love?! If only he were capable,        
               He'd vomit right now!"                          

The wound inflicted by the spear of mad love,                         
cannot be healed by cotton wool soaked in the balm of the mind.                  

               Hand squeezes brass knuckles                              
               Heroin runs through my veins                            
               Killedthe last poet                              
               This is the face of Love!                                 
               The Face of True Love -                           
               This face is covered in blood!                               

                                 A smart lecturer is good.  
                              Once upon a time, people in RATI  
 I saw the following announcement:  
                              So-and-so in the assembly hall  
                              there will be a lecture on the topic "Types  
                              love."  Essentially, at the specified  
                              time - don't overcrowd,  
                              studio students sit on the floor and in  
                              sticking out of the door... The lecturer enters,  
                              begins:                         
                                 - There are 4 types of love:  
                              The first is the love of a man c  
                              a woman.   This is already for all of you  
                              we know we won't repeat ourselves  
                              we will. The second is the love of a man c  
                              a man.   This is, in general,  
                              perversion, punishablecriminal, besides  
                              little common, and even then  
Caucasus, so we are  
                              let's go around. The third is the love of a woman  
                              with a woman. This is only known  
                              in the West, not for us  
                              relevant.  And finally, the fourth  
                              kind of love - party love  
                              to the people.   That's what we're talking about  
                              let's talk...                      

               I love you 'til death                            
               'Til death do us unite                           

It's not hard to fall in love, it's hard to admit it.                   

               The investment structure prohibits me from loving       
               To love you need concrete                         
               Need walls and doors, need nuts and bolts         
 To love you need a home                           

In love, only one heart is vigilant,                          
you can’t see the main thing with your eyes.                                    

               I don't want to praise my love                     
               I don't sell it to anyone.Chairman: Love is  
                              illness.    , because    requires  
                              bed rest.                 
                                 Doctor: What kind of disease is this?  
                              if it takes so much effort?  
                              This is work.                       
                                 Worker: What kind of work is this?  
                              when both are lying, a tool  
                              is it worth it? It's a process.               
 Lawyer: What kind of  
                              process when both  
                              satisfied? This is art!      
                                 Actress: What is this?  
                              art if there are no spectators?  
                              This is science.                        
                                 Professor: What is this?  
                              science, when any student can  
                              what I can't do? This is a deal.   
                                 Lawyer: what kind of deal is this?  
                              if one gives and the other does not  
                              refuses? This is a bribe.Jew: What kind of bribe is this?  
                              if you invest more, a  
                              take out less?      This  
                              theft.                        
                                 Thief: What kind of theft is this?  
 then they would shout 'guard', otherwise  
                              come on, come on.        This  
                              extortion.                   
                                 In short, they argued, argued,  
                              decided, decided, and decided:       
                                 with my wife - work,              
                                 with kymoy - duty,         
                                 with a neighbor - art,         
                                 with a mistress - pleasure.    

              Oh, cruel Love, when held by you                  
              My sanity does fly                                

Love - (phil.) intimate and deep feeling                     
aimed at another person. L. includes                    
within oneself the impulse and will to permanence, taking shape                
in the ethical requirement of fidelity.                                

               Genghis Khan and Hitler bathed in blood,But they, too, were caught up in the wheels of love.             

But there is something higher than substances                        
stimulants, incense or impressions                      
sacred music, a thing that penetrates into                            
the immortal soul of man is LOVE.                        

               And I give my love with my own hands                  
               Freed from further inevitable grief      
               Lured her with gingerbread                             
               Raped by a drunken, brutal boot            
               And hung it on a cloud like a child             
               Your least favorite doll                             

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