И один в поле, воин...
It doesn't matter what you do, it's important that everything you touch changes shape, becomes different from what it used to be. That there's still a part of you in it. That's the difference between a man just cutting the grass on the lawn and a real gardener. No one will remember what the former did in a week and it will be gone, but the gardener's work will live on for a generation.
Once, when he was a child, the electricity went out and his mother searched for and lit the last candle.
That short hour, while the candle was burning, was an hour of wondrous discoveries: the world had changed, space was no longer vast and it closed snugly around them.
Mother and son sat together, strangely transfixed, genuinely wishing that the electricity hadn't been turned on for as long as possible.
Photography and photomontage
Teaching English, Italian and Spanish.
Anything to do with philology.
Жизнь в движении
Мне нужно идти. В движении чувства не так душат, как ночью, когда ворочаешься в постели, собирая одеяло в плотный комок, чтобы было кого обнимать во сне.