The work appeared as an illustration of the authors poem
(machine translation)
"I want a cozy world, so that the sun warms,
A blue cloud was flying across the sky,
The sound of waves and the rustle of pebbles,
Songbirds are small flocks.
To have a forest there, and shout in it: "Ow!"
Find mushrooms and slap a mosquito on your forehead.
Like an animal running barefoot, breaking twigs,
And soft moss, and thickets of thick thorns.
I want to watch the meadows bloom,
And the smell of flowers lies in the heart of the coast.
To drink pure spring water.
Wet your skirt in a cold river.
I want to be able to climb high,
And in the snow-white cap of the mountains to wallow.
Look from there down into the valleys,
To capture the spirit of the peaks.
I want more, so that in the world tom,
The father s house was not forgotten,
Childrens laughter echoed through the courtyards,
And young people are like couples.
I want a cold world with ice
To drink the blood of lovers. And then
Embrace, forgive and let go,
And, again, to love unrestrainedly.
I want a world of flame, so that in it
Sins burned with an all-purifying fire.
So that repentance is rewarded with redemption,
Filled with tears to the point of frenzy.
I want to run and, jumping, fly,
Crawl, lie down, dance and sing!
Well, then, sit down quietly.
Thank you, world, for being the way you are.
Tsvetlana Semilutik. October 2020"
(machine translation)
"I want a cozy world, so that the sun warms,
A blue cloud was flying across the sky,
The sound of waves and the rustle of pebbles,
Songbirds are small flocks.
To have a forest there, and shout in it: "Ow!"
Find mushrooms and slap a mosquito on your forehead.
Like an animal running barefoot, breaking twigs,
And soft moss, and thickets of thick thorns.
I want to watch the meadows bloom,
And the smell of flowers lies in the heart of the coast.
To drink pure spring water.
Wet your skirt in a cold river.
I want to be able to climb high,
And in the snow-white cap of the mountains to wallow.
Look from there down into the valleys,
To capture the spirit of the peaks.
I want more, so that in the world tom,
The father s house was not forgotten,
Childrens laughter echoed through the courtyards,
And young people are like couples.
I want a cold world with ice
To drink the blood of lovers. And then
Embrace, forgive and let go,
And, again, to love unrestrainedly.
I want a world of flame, so that in it
Sins burned with an all-purifying fire.
So that repentance is rewarded with redemption,
Filled with tears to the point of frenzy.
I want to run and, jumping, fly,
Crawl, lie down, dance and sing!
Well, then, sit down quietly.
Thank you, world, for being the way you are.
Tsvetlana Semilutik. October 2020"