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I read The Master and Margarita in one night. My mother had brought home, for twenty-four hours, the magazine in which the novel had been printed. There were four of us in the family; I was the youngest, still a girl, and I got the night. More precisely, I chose it myself; no one had counted on me.…

The morning courtyard is strangely colored by patches of sunlight. How difficult it can be to invent such light, how difficult to reproduce it.
The trees — not all of them, only some, as if accidentally caught — are lit with a whitened orange and edged with the dark braid of shadow. This makes…

There is no limit to perfection.
Yesterday they were big ones, but five each,
and today they are small ones, but three each...

The sun woke me in the morning, and once again I thought that I really should add one more curtain. Blinds would of course be more functional, but a curtain…

I cannot pass by the approaching LIBRARY NIGHT.
Here is what I found:

Ivan the Terrible’s library has been found in one of the underground vaults near Moscow! Archaeologists discovered curious notes on the readers’ cards:
— Behead him.
— Impale him.
— Wait — maybe…

Our eye-brain is amusingly arranged.
For some time now a text has been wandering around the internet in which all the letters are mixed up, yet we still read it easily and correctly.
Sometimes, however, it works the other way.
At times I used to drive home from work along Second…

Long ago, once upon a time, when I had just returned after graduating from the institute, weekly meetings were held at the Union of Artists. I think it was on Thursdays. I remember very well one meeting of the graphic section, where two venerable and well-known artists brought their new works for…