short letter

My dear friend, I feel so lonely
when I’m without you. They say
that separation measures strongly
the value of the game we play.

It is to be the greatest measure.
I’ve weighed each moment of the days
we spent together finding pleasure
in simple things. The common phrase

I miss you very much is better
than any other to reveal
the very core of this short letter
informing you of what I feel.

This poem was written on the 2nd of June, 2009, in Tomsk (Siberia).

a hiver

My favourite film is Un coeur en hiver (1992). I understood that this phrase would be the ready answer to any pertinent question about my cinema predilections when I was watching the beginning of the film. I clearly remember light evaporations above a jar with hot glue and my first impression of these shots. The film is full of speaking details which cause vague and lovely feelings. There is no probability to describe all of them correctly. I also remember a trifling but funny case coincided with the first time I watched the film. A bee got into the flat through the balcony window. I had to take a towel from the bathroom in order to banish the bee. I worried that I could be attacked. So, I waved the towel above my head. In other words, I did nothing. Soon the bee found an opening without my help and flied away. Some weeks later I watched the film again and the case repeated. There was a bee in the flat! A stinger on the picture reminds me about my acquaintance with the film.

This picture was shot on the 11th of August, 2009, in Tomsk (Siberia).

creative visualization

I sat on the floor and imagined a kitten running, jumping and playing in the drawing room. I eased those pleasant feelings of joyful calmness and confidence which always appear when I really possess the thing I had been longing for the period of time or when I am satisfied. I did not imagine a lot. Soon I started thinking about some trifles. While I was taking water procedures before a washstand in the kitchen next morning, I heard Svetlana’s loud voice from the yard. My grandma opened the window and asked her what had happened. Svetlana explained that someone had left a box with 3 kittens under a birch in a small avenue located through the road. I looked at my grandma. She was not against. I hastily put on and went out. Svetlana led me to the box. The kittens were squeaking and running after passersby. I chose the black one. Other kittens also found new owners that day. I called my little pet Moossya. In the evening when she was playing on the carpet I suddenly recollected the pictures I had imagined the day before. It struck me greatly.

This picture was shot on the 5th of August, 2008, in Kolpashevo (Tomsk Province, Siberia).

the profoundest dream

According to my mum’s initiative, I attended special pre-school courses where I studied German together with the children of different ages. I was about 5 years old and I was too shy. Our teacher was a young woman – one of those broadly smiling persistent brunettes who unintentionally made me timid and reticent in my early childhood and who cause my affirmative emotions nowadays. She used to find a lot of unusual entertainments for children. One day she put a burning candle on a floor. We all sat down around of the candle. The teacher told us, “I want you to take this candle in your hands and reveal the sweetest dream of you. If you say it aloud, your dream will come true, I promise”. At that moment my dream was very pure and I needed no time to think about it, but I hesitated to call it. As the teacher insisted, I had to lie, “I have no dream”. Becoming older I attempted to recollect the dream, but I always failed. Any burning candle reminds me of my forgotten dream that should be said aloud above the fire.

This picture was shot on the 10th of August, 2008, in Kolpashevo (Tomsk Province, Siberia).

leaves for tea

During pleasant walk in the evening my grandma and I stopped before a wooden fence. It was partly hidden in the dense thickets of nettle. The owner of the site was unfamiliar for us. In order to make tea that evening or the next day my grandma picked up some fragrant currant leaves which were overhanging through the fence. This kind of tea is largely associated with summer for me.

This picture was shot on the 6th of August, 2007, in Kolpashevo (Tomsk Province, Siberia).