I'm strange creature... may be tragic, may be comic. I love poetry, St. Petersburg, good movies... Frequently I have a sense of solitude. I wanna to share a world that exists in my mind with a world in your mind. I wish to be some more happier than I am.
May be something like that? "Wide and yellow's evening light, Tender is the April chill, You are late by many years But I am glad of you still. Come and sit right next to me, With the happy eyes come look: Here, my childhood poetry Is in this blue notebook. That I lived sorrowful and little Was I glad of the sun, forgive. And forgive, that in your stead I Many others did receive" A. Akhmatova.
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