Андрей Грязнов

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart it torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say. "May new sufferings torment your soul - Søren Kierkegaard If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? - George Berkeley Посмотрим, долго ли продержится Сатана, когда прибудет Начальник Пожарной Охраны