So I’m here again with my study of words and reading books. I’m here in the same flat and at the same table. This time of tranquility after the storm like at the picture “Ninth wave” by Aivazovsky.
And this wave of a sea can bring me strange ashore. The leaves at my table are full of paths I can go on. But whom do I decieve that I don’t know what I want at the end? Nobody. At the shore anyone wonderful, light and kind is able to be met by me. And other stories will be started.