ART 2014

       … Autumn horovod.Hudozhnik Olga Kalashnikova

I opened my memory
The mysterious world of correspondences,
And the circle, and a table and bench
The very same as a child.

A Tarkovsky

Slow chreda descends autumn day,
Slowly turns yellow leaf,
And the day transparently fresh and wonderfully clean air –
The soul does not escape invisible decay.

Thus, every day it gets older,
And every year, as the yellow leaf spinning,
Everything seems to be and remember, and seems as
That the autumn of last year was not so sad.

Alexander Blok

N.Starchenkov – rent room in the shower