| Personal Statement:
Air and live, page, in whose eyes sparks of the dying sun sparkle... The Faint smile and thoughtfulness... I know not only that at times is difficult to look at beauty, but also that often simply don’t notice it. Only having lost something, it is possible to understand, how much you valued it. I don’t trust in fairy tales, but I like them to listen. My time - an instant. The sun expiring by light which have slipped for a firmament, falls somewhere for visibility limits. I like to be in crowd, I like to feel a part of this world, but hardly someone from this crowd will see me. The instant is imperceptible in eternity of changes of day and night, black and is white. The edge frequently remains behind earlier, than I understand it. Facing a decline and inhaling its last beams, I solve where I will go further whom I will be tomorrow and who will die in me today...
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