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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
Listen to me!
Listen up!
I mean, if the stars are being lit.
Does that mean someone wants them to be?
So someone wants them to be?
V. Mayakovsky
1914
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.
January in the garden
Frost biting cheeks, clear sky. Smoke from the chimneys. Frozen sparrows. Everyone is waiting for a new life.
November in the garden
Continuation of the series of photos “August in the garden”.
The feeling of death, retirement, waiting for a new beginning, the first snow.What kind of grain did you leave? What will it grow into in the spring?
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.
Initiation into the freshmen
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