Your beautiful eyes are full of anxiety …
And it seems there is no end in sight of the obstacles that stand in your way.
And you overcome & overcome, and their new heads grow like hydra’s ones. Continue reading “A tribute to my girls. Just love”
You asked me: what am I in the world’s eyes?
Beautiful, light as a butterfly in a warm summer forest, by trembling its wings raising the flavor of blooming blueberry and lingonberry bushes sky-high, to the tops of ancient pines and fir-trees, to the genial Sunshine. Continue reading “A tribute to my girls. In the world’s eyes”
You asked me to draw a butterfly cause there is no lightness enough.
My girl, cold winter winds will blow us away soon.
We are already light and airy. Continue reading “A tribute to my girls. Butterfly”
You asked me:
-What is it?
-What do I do?
-Where? Continue reading “A tribute to my girls. Support”
Many reflections different in emotional saturation came to my mind after our conversation: from bright and joyful when your voice rings as a hand bell, and ridiculous rays gather around eyes; down to sad when tears gather in your bottomless eyes as if in a big saucer, and wave, trying to keep inside.
You are right; our life is filled exactly with what we put in it: wood, footpaths, century oaks and warm fir-trees; the sun on a hillock, clear sky. Continue reading “A tribute to my girls. Close circle”
6000 kilometers away from Moscow, in the warm ocean there lies Magic Island of Bodufinolhu, 200 meters in width and 600 meters in length.
The island, where every day at the same time manta rays swim to the coral reef.
The island, where small sharks grow and blue spotted rays hide nimbly in the warm coastal waters. Continue reading “Annotation for Story Tales”
Captain Boris thanked hospitable House and said:
– I am the captain of a fine ship. And according to the first and most important rule – captain must never leave his ship. I’ll try to figure out how to get it in the water and go on a journey around the world. However, I don’t know yet how I’m going to recruit a team. Continue reading “15. Return Home”
On the triangular island there was a lot of activity. The ship that Captain Boris, Mouse and Gnome had found needed to be cleared from dry palm branches and sand that had crept into all the slits, even the tiniest ones. Continue reading “14. Meeting of true friends”
In the morning there was a real Council in the apple orchard: young Sorceress, House Number Six, Lilliputians-Giants, old Sorceress, and Owl.
Continue reading “13. Heavenly Master”