Her poetry is the   silence before death  words which could open cemetery gates    Knife is the breath  which slits my throat  oh, reach for the blade  and cut me so tender    Since grief become the colour of my blood  did you know the cliche of rainbows  weep for...

… where real chaos reigns: Bassoon and Pyotr Petrovich maintain their composure, Lyonya and Petrov say goodbye to the past forever, and Valya tries her hand at hosting a children's TV show Outside, chaos reigned. An outside observer might have...

 … who lies there and doesn't bother anyone, but simply benefits science, unlike hungry people who are constantly thirsty for knowledge and bloodThe fluorescent lights periodically flickered and clicked. This quiet sound, like a cautious knock, carried far down...

 … in which Lyonya, Valya, Bassoon, student Petrov, and Major Zakharchuk encounter completely inexplicable things, recall history, literature, and a little bit life-saving physics Behind the rectangular corrugated iron gate and the easily opened metal bolt lay a large, dark...

I wait for youYour colors to unfurlThe veil fallingWould your fingers brush my cheek til I awakeYour eyes watching til the dust of dreams left mineYou're a distance too closeYet I cannot hold youCannot tell youThe words you must...