Graphics by Poberezhny Yury

Snow fell in the morning

Tomorrow will be winter

And I have to fly hunting...

Winds blew in vain

The Distant Call of the Cuckoo

Wayfarer

My asterisk is clear...

Waits and waits from morning t to night...

The sky looks into the water, admires itself

Stolen wreaths

When the poppy was the poppy

Time to change fairy tales

Pinkster

Maniac flew by

... and I was there...

Spring Dying