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).
