1\2 – a poem about how they left me once. This person became for a very short time the one because of whom I stopped seeing my own world. All that remains is what he pointed out. He was an unearthly figure for me, which I wanted to touch with all my might. To be involved in his world. And when my desire became too strong, it was over. And I was left alone among nothing.

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Ekaterina ZhuzhlevaDirector