Your breathSilent sonnets of poetryWhich wreath the airWith something more -IndefinableAs if touching upon foreverYou're art in the stillnessThat pleasures my eyesAnd I'm lostDrowning in the view What is it stays the momentLongerWhenever you're nearImaginings take flightFrom the shadows of...

 ... in which Veksel critically evaluates arthouse cinema, becomes acquainted with contemporary literature, and displays paternal feelings Pushing aside overturned chairs and carefully stepping over dead bodies, Veksel crossed the devastated auditorium. With a soft, catlike gait, he carefully avoided...

 ... in which Pyotr Petrovich forms a new scientific team, organizes research work, and entertains himself with numerous references The sparrow-yellow Zhiguli smoothly rolled out of the institute parking lot and sped down the empty road toward the gas station....

I can't find a reason, I've searched the sky,To let this love fade, to say goodbye.With every heartbeat, I know it's true,A bond unbroken—me and you.Tell me why I should let my faith slip away,When his words still guide...

To trust in inner protectionI have to have faithI have to have faithBecause I have to have faithFaithFaithI have to have faithFaithFaith