The sky has tightened a dark gloom ... but it's not too late.

The atmosphere is lethal. They may be birds, but the wings of all are severely circumcised.

Here it is life. Not as it is, not as it should be. And such as it appears in dreams.

But what if all dreams have evaporated in an endless series of recurring days? What if there were only nightmares? Finally, should I do something? It's not too late, it's not too late.

Here's the play. Under it is signed - a comedy. For some reason, he believes that this is very funny.

This manor is a world of total dislike. Everyone loves someone, but everyone chose the wrong person. No one can stop.

A young actress with a red head of hair and a wreath of spring flowers goes on stage, and on the aortic rupture she utters confused words about people, lions, eagles, partridges and the world soul. About the fact that the sun has long gone out ... But it's not too late, it's not too late.

Life turns into a game to become a life again. The witch lake is a theater that draws everyone in, grinding the bones and confusing fates.

Everything seems to be like a dream. As if he was in a madhouse. It seems the walls are approaching ... Well, here again.

According to the laws of nature, all life must have an end. But it's not too late. It's not too late.