HELEN ALMAZOVA
... inhale the strawberry dust that the dew did not wash away and feel butterflies again in anahata look after the clouds, squinting your eyes a little wave to them open your palms so that...
You know, I think I'm getting used to it, and it turned out that there's nothing wrong with that. Although, I still put another cup on the table when I pour tea, and I forget to turn off the...
... the hardest thing is when you know everything in advance, well, almost everything, somehow you have a presentiment, or something. Or maybe because one day he looked where your eyes should...
...Closing the door, you stand a little longer, listening to the light footsteps of the departing evening. The stairwell swallowed him up easily, just as it let him into my house yesterday wit...