7 Quotes by Sasha Sokolov

...what will happen to us this night will resemble a flame consuming the icy desert, a shower of stars reflected in a piece of a mirror that in the darkness suddenly fell out of its frame to warn its owner about the proximity of death. It'll resemble the shepherd's pipe and the music that has not been written yet.

I don't know why it so happens in life that one absolutely can't do something simple but important.

Happily chatting and counting pocket change, patting each other on the back and whistling foolish songs, we go out on the thousand-legged street and miraculously turn into passersby.

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 memory. You’ll be what is most endearing, most cruel and most eternal.

On one of the shores the cuckoo was counting my years.

My love and my joy, if I die from illness, madness or sadness, if before the time allotted me by fate is up, I can’t get enough of looking at you, enough joy in the dilapidated mills on the emerald wormwood hills, if I don’t drink my fill of the transparent water from your immortal hands, if I don’t make it to the end, if I don’t tell everything that I wanted to tell about you, about myself, if one day I die without saying farewell – forgive me.

I don’t know why it so happens in life that one absolutely can’t do something simple but important.