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Paintings are accompanied by the author's poems. Translated into English by Andrey Kneller
Painting on Xuan paper, 68 x 68 cm, 2008
He sat down on the ice, afraid to slip.
Where was he headed? Winter soared as if
A wingless bird. It tossed the snow with wrath,
Without mercy, covering his path.
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