Good evening!
For the second time reread your book in Russian. I am impressed. I do not have words to describe my delight. Turning the pages I was at the same time walking on the narrow streets of Chernivtsi, sitting on a bench under a bush of grapes with aunt Tamara and aunt Bethe or was listening the sounds of loudly Privoz or funny humor of aunt Manya. I returned to my youth. Thank you.
*** I dreamed of your eyes - islands of loneliness in the ocean of human…
While night declaims, essential peacefully melts, dissolves, disappears in the cloudless air of life-giving oblivion.…
*** The last city, of the last star. Holidays of happiness. Years of doubt, years…
*** Childhood – flower pollen, garden of time is fading, prairie of expectations, silk grass,…
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