…within myself seeking you silentlythe lock is rusted, the key is a ghostwept epiphany I could not fathom your hurtand the silence is a heavy velvet curtain

 ... in which contemporary cinema turns out to be underrated, and an unknown animator creates animation in red tones. A group of young people walked down a dark, narrow corridor covered with burgundy carpeting and entered a small, stuffy hall...

 ... in which Valya finds herself part of the Soviet nomenclature, meets an old school friend, and her nightmares become prophetic. From a distance, Valentina noticed a black rounded silhouette speeding through the darkness and thick snow. Two round bright...

leave me with my sadness it's the crying timemy soul is stirred and all my memories come to mehands outstretched looking to be held tightwelcome home little ones you are part of my spiritmelancholy with her delicate voice ushers...