You know it’s trial day and my kins were going to cemetery. I was angry with all religion prejudices. So petty and silly. I sitted lonely and calm. I don’t feel anything in the cemetery when everybody eats eats and eats. And there’s a question Whom we liyng about me as a religion for? I want to be honest with them and not to do what I really don’t belive in. Soon it was started to rain and grandma with me passed to bus stop. Mob mob. In the trong of a bus I listened my music and felt so happy with no any people around me.
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Hi, everyone. I'm an artist who currently studies film production design at Moscow. My basic interests are cinema, theatre, drama, literature and all visual arts like architecture, photography or painting. Here I write about my impressions on films, theatre and books and also I share my own works of painting and photography. To my opinion, it's magic how art concerns to the real social life and how this life constructs the new art and the new attitude to life. View all posts by violetv94