dom-detstva

Everything here reminds me of my childhood. But he's nowhere to be found. There is no noise and native voices, which filled the courtyard. There is no incredibly warm light from the sun that floods everything around. And most importantly, there is no sense of carelessness, lightness, magic. It seems that somewhere here, along with my childhood, my fantasies, imagination, as well as the belief that I will someday learn to fly, have been lost. There is only something ghostly, barely perceptible. Something that you're afraid to scare off with your breath or some random thought. For a second, it will seem like something incredibly native, from which the heart will immediately shrink as from the pain of an irreparable loss. And everything is remembered like a light colored dream with blurred colors. A dream that you try to remember in the morning, but you remember in fits and starts, and then you greedily cling to every detail! I need to remember. It is necessary to remember. Put the whole picture together like pieces of a puzzle. And then, maybe I will believe again, even for a second, that I will learn to fly.