NFT

Motherland Mother

What I have to say

I do not know why and who needs it, 
Who sent them to their deaths with an unsteady hand,
Only so mercilessly, so wickedly and unnecessarily
let them into Eternal Rest! 
Cautious spectators silently wrapped themselves in fur coats,
And some woman with a distorted face
kissed the deceased on his blue lips…

A. N. Vertinsky

Only jazz

Every evening here is shrouded in the languid magic of jazz and new acquaintances — romantic, or monotonously formal.

Meet Alexa, she works here. Every evening she is captured by a whirlwind of events, temptations and impressions. She even becomes this whirlwind herself…

Hey, baby, aren’t you confused by any chance? No? And why, then, did doubt arise in the eyes?

Yes, she already knows: when the auditorium is empty, this prickly emptiness will certainly arise inside. So why do some of us continue to believe in artificial worlds, while others continue to create them?

The light goes out, only a thin stream of smoke draws a light outline. Then it goes out, too.

Infinity

That is the fate of all:
everything that has lived will die
and pass through nature
into eternity.

 William Shakespeare

August in the garden

I spent August 2022 in the garden of my house in Vyshny Volochok. I wanted to leave in my memory the fleeting moments of the last August of my student summer.