In a very cold country which was in the middle of an ocean, full of icebergs and half covered with ice, the small princess was living, of course at the last floor of the castle.
She was made from ice, as also her heart.
Once when she was walking along the coast of the ocean she saw almost frozen bird.
She took it and brought home where the bird drunk a bit of special elicsir, which despite of its cold temperature, made the bird to feel alive again.
«Tell me about other countries you've seen, the bird!»
«There are many people there.»
«What do they do all the time?»
«They walk, play. Also, when someone falls in love with someone else, then this person becomes so warm inside» — and the bird closed her eyes to get a bit warmer from her thoughts.
The princess felt some strange warmth inside just from thinking about it. Warmth for her, as she remember from the childhood would immediately become «death».
«But what if not?»…
(maybe it will continue other night)

Foto from Сказочное Крутицкое подворье

Mexican farmers, who were carrying our stuff, stopped for some time and did not move. Everyone in the expedition was surprised why they stopped without any command and stayed in calm for some time.
«Why do you stop?»
There was no reply from anyone from them. They remained silent the whole time until the end of the journey.
After they were told why they stopped.
They stopped to let their souls to catch up their bodies.

Несколько фотографий города Тверь.

Город Тверь, сентябрь 2017.

Несколько фотографий, сделанный во время прогулок по посёлку Приозёрный и во время последующего путешествия на остров Валаам.
Посёлок Приозёрный, остров Валаам.
Ленинградская область, август 2017

I want to write about parents,
who are those people, who were carrying about me, who were accepting so many, way too many crazy things I did in my small life:
when I flew with a parachute in high school alone, when I went alone to Crimea, went to expeditions at the end of the world, sometimes to abstract Hilbert spaces, from where some people may not return back, when I was copying fotos for hours from books…
There were many hard moments with them, but despite of everything people.

Sometimes, in the grey world the black-white fotos from my childhood make my life so colourful.

Фотографии нашей поедки в Карелию и на остров Валаам, сделанные с воздуха.

Ленинградская область, Республика Карелия.
Июль-август 2017.

Я давно не писала про то, как всё течет и изменяется вокруг.
Особенно про Париж.
Этот город самый городской город, в котором я жила (возможно еще потому что перед этим это были Потсдам, Утрехт и Пальма де Майорка с Монтевидео на берегу океана и лошадьми, расхаживающими по улицам).
Но тут в Париже не только асфальт и одно дерево на весь район, совсем нет, как может показаться с первого взгляда.
Во Франции (хотя я по сути больше всего времени провела в Париже) есть культ и культура парков.
Про это есть замечательный фильм на arte www.arte.tv/fr/videos/045728-004-A/naturopolis-paris
Сеть парков, который можно один за другим посетить вот:
channel Snt.Martin park et jardin de Villemin,
park Buttes Chaumont
park close Foundation Loui Vuitton.

В холодильнике собралось 4 плёнки. Проявка плёнки и разбор накопившихся снимков, как это всегда бывает, очень способствуют настроению и творческой мотивации в условиях значительной рутины.

Разные места. 2016, 2017 года.

The first impressions of a country are the most important.
Just when I came to Moscow waiting on a passport control, I saw a girl waiting for customers to check her passport.
She was staying in a que before me and she was waiting for like 1 minute customers to call her to come. But they were not.
People on a back were mumbling something about lost time etc. Then after 2 minutes a woman from customer-police servise
in a very annoyed voise loudly said
«Ну чё, ещё долго будете там стоять?»
Untranslatable jargon, which is approximately «Ok, will you wait for long there?»
***
Then I went to a military city, where my parents are living.
I came to my music school and there I could sit just for hours to observe people, to listen to children playing and singing.
This white-red-rainbow noise of sounds makes me dizzy, also maybe because of the memories of all years spent in this place, full of music, children tradegy «I forgot to prepare a lesson»,
happinness of succidining to go forward in sound or happiness of just being with other children, who also like music, almost as you.
***
Moscow, Snt-Petersburg. Cities full of new emotions I never felt anywhere in the world.